Sitting in the stone chair, Laine and his companions simply watched in the round mirror how Prometheus and his human students deceived the deities.
It must be said, purely in terms of execution, the Forethinker was remarkable indeed.
He knew how to avoid risks, how to probe, and how to keep secrets, which were rare abilities among the gods. Laine could almost foresee that, had he been a mortal rather than a deity, he would have lived a smooth life for the most part, and at the moment of welcoming death, mocked the foolishness of the deities for not seeing through his little trick.
But he was a god, and this made his actions look anything but clever. He was bound to be punished one day in the future, sooner or later.
"Your brother will be back soon."
Having stored away the High-Grade Artifact imbued with the authority of [Space], Laine glanced at Epimetheus beside him and took his leave.
"But rest assured, we will keep our lips sealed about everything we saw today."
