Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"It does not matter, Melkor," said Bane, "you and I formed an alliance when we decided to steal the tablets."

Bane's expression was indifferent, but Melkor understood that he was threatening him. They were already grasshoppers on the same boat. Since he decided to offend Mystra, a powerful god, he must do the same.

"The Temporary Alliance," Melkor said, "I can hardly consider it a successful plan. Look where we are now, above the gods and below men. What is our place in the realm, Lord Ben?"

Bane looked at the thin, almost skinny face of Melkor's Sage, and shuddered at the thought of his own terrible form.

"We have our birthright," Bane said, "We are gods, no matter what trials Io arranges for us." Bane shook his head, then realized that this was a human behavior, and stopped action. "Melkor, consider why we take the Tablets of Destiny."

Melkor scratched his thin face, making Bane almost laugh. It was sad and funny to see the feared god of death bothered by such human trivial things as itching. The God of Strife sighed at his thoughts, then continued.

"We stole the tablet because we believed that Io drew power from it. Without it, Io might not be able to interfere with our actions."

"Why should I believe such foolish talk," Melkor said regretfully, "we were foolish enough to do it."

"We are right!" Ben shouted, "Think about it, why didn't Io take the slate back?"

Melkor's bony hands dropped to his sides, "I'm puzzled too."

"I think that's because Io can't do it!" said Ben. "He no longer has power. This is probably why our monarch wants to exile us from the realm of God. Our plan succeeded, Io was afraid The gods will unite in rebellion, so Io wants to scatter us among the kingdoms, making us suspicious, afraid, and vulnerable."

Melkor said hesitantly, "But this is just your guess."

"The facts will prove it for me," Ben said confidently. "I've got the first piece in the game, if you want to call her that."

"Mystra?"

"With her power, all the magic in the kingdom will be under our control!" Ben laughed. Of course, he was lying. If the goddess had such power, he would not be able to catch her so easily. Maybe Mystra, who had regained her hidden power, could do this, but not now.

"I suspect that those gods who do not want to participate in your plan will be enslaved or destroyed," Melkor guessed, "and you will use the power of Mystra to do this."

"Of course," Bann looked at Melkor with a smile, as if the other person was the person he trusted the most. "But we are already allies, why do we have to ask this?"

"Indeed," said Melkor, looking deeply at him.

"Further, I believe there is a way to get us out of this situation," Bane said cryptically.

"Mystra hides part of her power in the kingdom."

Melkor nodded, "How do you plan your next move?"

"We'll discuss this later," Ben said. "I have other equally pressing matters to attend to now."

Melkor lowered his head, and his figure slowly disappeared into the air.

At this time, Bane turned around suddenly, and a black raven was flying into the dungeon at an astonishing speed, turning into his servant Blackthorn.

"Lord Bane, I have much to report. I believe I have found the person who possesses the gift of Mystra. She is in Arabelle, wearing the blue and white star."

Bane smiled. The pendant Blackthorn described was exactly the same as the emblem Mystra wore in the divine realm.

"And even better," said Blackthorne, "the mage wearing the pendant is on his way here."

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Imric was currently in Waterdeep City appeasing the refugees with Kelben. Mara, the God of Bloody Hunting, passed through Waterdeep City the day before while escaping from the pursuit of the God of Tracking. Although Mara did not kill him, But the bloody smell when he passed by inspired hundreds of people, and they were all turned into fanatical believers by the bloody hunting god, killing people in the city.

"This is the era of contact between gods and humans," Kelben said with emotion as he looked at the several serial killers who were subdued by city guards on the ground in the distance.

"Has the mythal lock ceased to function?" Imrik asked.

Kelben nodded and said: "Due to the collapse of the magic network, the Mystery Chain has completely lost its power. Now Waterdeep City is a real sieve. I can't imagine how many terrifying existences are mixed in."

Imrik shook his head. No one knew how powerful the saint was, because no one dared to take action against the gods. As the lord of Waterdeep City, Kelben faced countless times greater pressure than he did.

After subduing the last serial killer, Imrik slowly walked back to the Magic Crystal Tower. On the way, he saw a hotel with a rather strange name.

"Selene's Smile." Imrik raised his eyebrows. Is this a newly opened hotel? He has never seen it before.

Imric was about to go in and take a look when the call of the broken magic crystal suddenly came from his mind.

"Master, the two adventurers from before are contacting you through the Prophecy Mirror."

"Oh?" Imric felt a little curious. He once gave Kelanvor and Cyric a copy of the Prophecy Mirror and told them to contact him if they had anything important.

Imric was very interested in the mysterious beastman Kelanvor. If he could know the reason why he could control his will, I am afraid that the Moon Maiden would bestow divine favor on him.

Imric snapped his fingers and teleported to the throne room instantly. The huge prophecy mirror was floating in a rapid whirlpool.

"Isn't it an old castle?"

Imric looked behind the Mirror of Prophecy. Cyric seemed to be possessed, holding Kelanvor's neck tightly. On the ground beside him, a familiar female mage was lying upside down. Imric looked intently. Go, it turned out to be the black-skinned female mage who performed the goddess's mission - Midnight.

Just as Imric was about to step through the Mirror of Prophecy, the Mystra Pendant on his chest suddenly glowed. Imric felt that time around him suddenly seemed to have frozen. The wind stopped, the birdsong disappeared, and everything Trapped in the black and white of an old photograph.

"Don't go in, leave Kingdom Tianyu, I have something to tell you, Imric."

A light voice imprinted itself on Imrik's mind. It was a gentle and magnetic female voice.

Imric looked wary, why did the other party let him leave the country to talk to Tianyu? He was not going to listen to this strange voice.

Seemingly seeing Imrik's resistance, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Please believe me, Imrik, if you step in, you will be discovered by her to be abnormal, which will lead to you being known by that existence. I All your efforts will be in vain.”

"Who are you?" Imrik asked coldly.

The voice smiled bitterly, with a trace of nostalgia: "Me? You can call me - Mystra."