Lakrak laughed.

“Of course not.”

Lakrak threw AR1026’s pig creation at the three Wizards. The now dead Dasamu flew into the air and landed at their feet.

“You people would have died if I stayed still, so why would I have bothered?”

Mazdari took a closer look at Dasamu.

‘...Is it really a god’s creation?’

It wasn’t a known monster or something of good fortune. There was a chance it was an unknown Fiend or Abomination, but given it was unknown, they had to consider that it could be a creation made by another god.

‘The flesh is soft and still warm. It hasn’t been long since it died. It’s unlikely that he was lying about the sudden appearance of a Fiend or an Abomination.’

Although they were in the same place, the Wizards didn’t share the same thoughts.

The Gnome, Yan, said, “Hmph, we can handle this kind of pig.”

Yan was an old Gnome, so he was wearing glass handiwork to aid his nearsightedness. Yan had never specifically said how old he was, but because Gnomes generally lived a long time, Mazdari assumed Yan was around one hundred years old. Were he a Human or Halfling, that would be the equivalent of sixty years old. Yan’s cursed body part was his right ear....