Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"The kingdoms are in chaos." Mystra's whole body radiated light, and her voice was sad and full of confusion.

"We already know enough about this." Kelanwo said nonchalantly.

"Kay!" Midnight shouted.

"But do you know why?" Mystra said harshly, and Kelemvor fell into silence.

Mystra continued: "There is a power even more powerful than the gods. This power unknown to mortals drives the gods out of the divine realm. The guarding god Heim guards the gate of the divine realm and forces us to stay in the kingdom. When we come to the kingdom, we must find a human host for ourselves, a saint, otherwise we will be no different from wandering souls.”

"Because of the crimes committed by two people, all of us are forced to suffer for this. Bane and Melkor stole the [Slate of Destiny], and at least one of the tablets is hidden in the kingdoms, but I don't know Where. It is our responsibility to find these tablets and return them to the divine realm."

Cyric seemed a little confused. "But you don't have a slate," he said. "What are you going to do?"

"Exchanging the true identities of the two thieves for tolerance of other innocent gods." Mystra said.

Kelanvor crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against his mount, laughing: "This is ridiculous. She probably made it all up after she escaped."

Suddenly, Mystra's voice quietly entered the warrior's mind: "I could have completely removed the curse from your blood. Since you don't believe it, forget it."

Kelemvor's laughter stopped and his face turned pale.

"Goddess, let me go with you!" Midnight shouted, and Kelemvor looked at her in panic.

Mystra carefully weighs the pros and cons, asking humans to witness a sight that only the gods can understand? This woman will be driven crazy. Caitlin's head can be protected, but she can't protect Midnight.

"Only gods can follow." After Mystra finished speaking, the power hidden in the pendant and the energy drawn from Bane were swirling around her body, as if waiting to be released at any time.

The source of magic in her body seemed to be threatening to overflow. While gradually losing control of the power within her body, the goddess felt a kind of panic that only belonged to humans. The gently swaying grass rustled, and blue-white flames enveloped every leaf.

Imrik felt the touch under his feet become warm, and the air was filled with blue-white sparks. The cold wind turned into visible light entities, conveying the vividness that only the craziest artists could depict, and the blue-white flames continued to burn the air. , and then gradually disappeared.

"Fortunately, it was successful." Mystra breathed a sigh of relief.

Only in that moment did Midnight see the Holy Stairs, and she discovered that it was only called the Stairs in name.

There were countless white and slender hands, palms facing upward. Some stand alone, while others form strange lumps of flesh that seem to be fused together. They rise and fall erratically, cold fingers waving nervously to welcome their next guest. A network of crystal-clear bones was attached to the group of hands, but no broken finger remains could be seen, only a soft flowing mist floating from one group of hands to another.

The holy steps disappeared, and Midnight's attention turned to Mystra again.

Caitlin's form begins to blur, she shimmers, and the adventurers discover that the girl has transformed into the woman she was meant to be. Her body is plump and beautiful, and her face is delicate and sexy, but her eyes are very vicissitudes of life, revealing the secrets of endless years.

The goddess turned away from the heroes, her steps trembling as she seemed to step upward into the sky. No matter where the goddess's feet touch, tiny blue and white electric lights will be emitted.

The holy steps and divine realm in Mystra's eyes are constantly changing. One moment she saw the magnificent church carved in the clouds and the wide and luxurious stairs in front of it. The next moment she saw huge living runes surrounding the door. They kept changing places with their companions, dancing unknown dances, to tell the secret of the arcana that Mystra had been pondering for a long time, but to no avail.

Only the gate itself remains unchanged: a massive door of steel forged into the image of a giant fist, the symbol of Helm.

Mystra was halfway up the stairs when the clouds parted and the guardian god appeared before her.

"Hello, Heim." Mystra said eagerly.

Heim just stared at Mystra and said indifferently: "Go back, goddess. This is not the path you should take."

"I want to go back to my home!" Mystra said, angered by the guard.

"Did you bring the Tablet of Destiny?"

Mystra smiled, "I bring news of the tablets. I know who stole them and why."

"That's not enough. You must turn back. God's Domain no longer belongs to us."

Mystra seemed a little confused, "But His Majesty Io will want this information."

Heim remained motionless, "Tell it to me and I will convey it to Him alone."

"I had to deliver it myself."

"I won't allow it," Heim said. "Turn back before it's too late."

Mystra didn't know why, but an unknown fire ignited in her heart. She was furious at the old-fashioned Heim in front of her, and she was also frustrated by the fact that as one of the most powerful gods, she had to bow to him.

Under the influence of that inexplicable supreme power, Mystra's heart was in chaos.

Mystra did not consider whether she should tell Helm the truth and let him inform Io. She just stubbornly continued to climb the holy steps. The raw magical power gathered around Faerun, waiting for her at any time just as she wanted. call.

"I don't want to hurt you, good Haim. Get out of here."

"It is my duty to stop you here," Heim said. "I neglected my duty once, and I will never do it again." Heim took a step further down.

"Get out of here," Mystra said, her voice like thunder.

Helm stood his ground, "Don't make me hurt you, Mystra. I am still a god, but you are not."

Mystra froze, "You said I'm not a god?"

Heim's words pierced Mystra's heart like needles. She could no longer bear the surge of anger. She wanted the stupid guy in front of her to be punished!

Mystra stepped towards the Guardian God, summoning all the power she could muster. As she prepared to cast the first spell, she trembled slightly from the power.

Heim lowered his eyes, then looked at her again, "Then so be it."

On the ground, Midnight watched as the gods approached one another. Heim stretched out his hand as Mystra released a blue-white energy arrow at him. Small white flames burned his skin. The guardian gritted his teeth and punched in the direction of Mystra. The goddess dodged back. , almost falling off the ladder in the process.

Heim stepped forward, unarmed, but as he approached the goddess, flames seemed to leap out of his hands. Mystra knew instinctively not to let his hands touch her, so she continued to retreat, raw magic splitting the air around the guardian.

Mystra tried to use [Bigby's Shattering Palm], and a huge force field palm appeared from the air to try to defend its mistress from the barbarian's approach.

But the defenders ignored it.

Heim's hand drew an arc downward, and his fingers easily penetrated the protection of the force field and scratched Mystra's chest. The latter felt an incredible pain running through her essence. Blood mist sprayed into the air, dyeing the flickering magic sparks crimson, forcing them to disappear.

Mystra's blood ran cold as Heim's hand brushed against Mystra's shoulder. In retaliation, the goddess of magic cast a spell that reached directly into Heim's mind, exploiting his fear and forcing him to bow to her in a trembling state of fear. The guardian gritted his teeth and attacked again, ignoring Mystra's spell. The guardian's greatest fear is failing the Lord. Now that he has been able to face this fear, nothing can scare him.

"Universal power - divine shield!"

Helm struggled to release his power as a god, golden light enveloped his body, and Mystra's spells could no longer cause any harm.

Mystra knew that she had lost. Heim's hand passed across the center of her body, causing a wound to open in her flesh, and a torrent of blue-white flames and blood poured out from it. Heim was only a few inches away from her neck, and she felt a cold wind blowing by her neck.

Cyric stood there, watching the gods killing each other, mesmerized by the spectacle. Every attack from Helm made him feel a surge of excitement, and the blood of the gods sprinkled from the air, making his emotions inexplicably high.

Imrik watched the battle in the sky silently, knowing that this was the end of the Magic Goddess. Facing Heim, who was still regarded as a god and could use divine power, Mystra had no chance of winning.

Mystra avoided another attack from Heim, and at the same time sent out a [Advanced Binding Technique], and the shackles formed by the original magic fell on the defender. Getting rid of them was easy for Heim, but Mystra used the moment of distraction to trip him up and stumble past the guards.

Her body was in unimaginable pain and it was hard to concentrate, but she climbed the stairs anyway. The gate rose before her, and the true majesty of the divine realm appeared before her. For a moment, the goddess once again glimpsed her perfect and beautiful abode in Elysium.

This all belongs to me, Mystra thought.

She climbed to the top, her legs trembling below her. The goddess of magic stretched out her hand towards the door, but another hand grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn around. Heim's eyes showed sadness.

"Goodbye, goddess," Heim said.

Then he ran his hand across her chest.

"No!!!" Midnight collapsed and shouted after seeing this scene on the ground. Mystra was actually slaughtered in front of her.

Mystra's head fell back in unspeakable agony, her divinity fleeing from the Saint, and her frail human flesh exploded.

Imric felt a strong heat wave coming towards him, the magic network was collapsing, the protective spells on his body were distorting and disappearing one after another, and the heat in the air seemed to be approaching him with an invisible wall of scorching force.

The grassland that was once gently burning with blue and white flames has now turned black, and they have washed away the earth, leaving only a barren landscape. The disaster began at the feet of the goddess and began to spread in all directions.

Mystra, fallen.