Chapter 87: A Worthless Prophecy
Too many gods could, sometimes, be a good thing for mortals.
It meant that mortals weren't at the mercy of any single deity and could believe in whichever one they liked. As long as their followers didn't convert between faiths willy-nilly, most gods wouldn't mistreat them, save for a few particularly deranged exceptions.
And precisely because there were so many gods, no single god got the final say.
There were laws among gods as well. For instance, though the Lord of Dawn knew perfectly well that Black Rose had devoted her entire existence to destroying Lyon, he could not simply swat her dead and scatter her ashes to the wind.
If the Lord of Dawn were to do so, the God of Liches, Valarun, would immediately tear down the capital of the Lyon Empire. Valarun might be the sort who would get pinned to the ground and beaten senseless by the Lord of Dawn, but bullying mortals would be effortless for him.
Among the gods, the greatest taboo was to shout, "Let's take down each other!"
This was especially for lawful and neutral gods. Unless absolutely necessary, they would not strike directly at mortals. This was a common law that they adhered to, that they had made themselves. If they were to break them, the chaotic, evil gods would similarly act without restraint, causing mortals to suffer far greater devastation.
This was precisely why Ambrose dared to bargain with his own master.
He was exploiting the fact that these gods played by the rules. They certainly had the strength to crush him outright. If all the gods descended together, they could blow the entire material plane to dust.