The First Ones' plan was for "Three Brothers in Primary Colors" to pass along power to the new generation of gods, but something when wrong. Instead they got two obedient brothers and a sister with eyes a little too wide with curiosity.

There was a good reason Chemach had to be held to a slightly higher standard, though, since mortals can't use the true power of Kudaai's weapons or Clauneck's card without having one of Chemach's crowns, but instead of gentle parenting this kid, they did the ole "God with a Big Hammer" treatment, as my late grandpa used to call it.

That is, The First Ones were just watching for any mistake she made so they could reprimand her for it.

Unlike the Crowns, the cards are almost useless to mortals. Nothing could rip or damage them and unless the card was drawn by Clauneck's hand, they gave no abilities.

At most, a mortal might be able to use them like regular, vibe-based tarot cards.

So long as Clauneck didn't withhold the cards from any who asked or didn't try to change fate himself, it didn't matter, and that made it easy to slide under the radar and avoid being noticed. He just had to be reactive and never proactive.

Like the cards, the weapons weren't all that useful to mortals, well, no more useful than any other well-crafted weapon. The weapons didn't make them stronger or invincible or call up spirits to fight.

Unlike the other two, Kudaai created things. He had material proof to show off he could do what he was meant to do and could do it well.

Either a sword cut through god flesh cleanily or it didn't. There was no waiting to see if a mortal was truly a good fit for a Crown or if Fate would really turn out as predicted.

(Kudaai also kind of fits the "Hero" role, too, tbh)

By the time the very last First One left, Chemach has been pretty well pounded into the mold she was meant to fit into, Clauneck learned to keep his bill down in the cards, and Kudaai just went on thinking his siblings were making a big deal out of nothing.