Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"Come to me!" Imric shouted hastily.

Kelanvor grabbed Midnight, who was kneeling on the ground and cried bitterly, and gathered with Cyric to Imric's side. Although he still had credulity in the so-called 'gods', the scene in front of him was obviously not something that could be dealt with casually. .

[Persistent expansion of spells—Rainbow Sphere]!

The colorful semicircular shell envelops several people, which looks particularly reassuring in this scene that looks like a doomsday disaster.

Through the bright colors of the Rainbow Sphere, adventurers can still glimpse the chaos raging around them.

The horizon became blurred, and a huge black column condensed in the air and took root in the ground, forming a circle around the adventurers and the Holy Stairs of Heaven, making the ground and sky merge into one, very similar to the colonnade supporting the building. As the pillar of light rose to greet them, the clouds turned black, and a beautiful phantom-like light broke through the dark clouds. A soft colored light shot out from it. The beam swept back and forth, burning the ground, creating cracks big enough to swallow a person.

A river of burning blood filled the cracks in the ground, and the hot blood steamed with terrifying heat. The shape of the beams was no longer focused, they sliced ​​through the sky piece by piece, destroying everything they could touch. The black column was shattered by the beam, and the huge debris fell to the ground.

The Tomb Castle also collapsed under this indiscriminate attack. The city walls exploded like dust. The tall towers originally located at each corner collapsed inward, leaving only a pile of rubble on the walls connecting them.

Helm in the sky descended on the highest point of this disaster, and his body reflected an outline in the dazzling light behind him. Midnight saw Heim wave his hand again, splitting a whirlpool hanging in front of him.

The blue-white flame escaped from Heim's hand, like the magic net that appeared in the midnight hallucination, intertwining into a complex image. A bright beam of light shot out from the center of the magic network, penetrating the [Rainbow Sphere] on the periphery of the adventurers. On the pure white behind it, at midnight, I saw a brighter light forming the shape of a woman, walking towards her. Come.

"Goddess!" she shouted.

"I was wrong, other gods might have acted the same way as me... the realms might have been destroyed. There is another Celestial Order in Shadow Valley, and if Bane was still alive, he would try to control it. You We must go there, warn Elminster, and find the Tablet of Destiny to end this madness!”

Suddenly, an object passed through the outer layer of protection and fell from the sky. Midnight stretched out her hand, and the pendant fell directly into her hand. As if she was attracted by the blue and white pendant, the light from the magic network almost penetrated midnight. Every nerve in her was trying to resist. The chalky flames burned in her body. The goddess's last words followed the flames. Get into her head.

"Bring the pendant to Elminster... Elminster will help you."

"Help me?" Midnight yelled, "What can you do for me?"

The image of the Tablets of Destiny appeared in the midnight memory. These ancient tablets were made of clay and were less than two feet tall. They were small enough to be carried around and easily hidden from prying eyes. They were carved with runes that told the names and duties of the gods, and each rune shone with a blue-white light.

The light disappeared into the magic network, and the stone slab and Mystra's flickering image disappeared together.

"Goddess," Midnight whispered, "don't leave me."

She knelt on the ground, holding her hands behind her back and hugging herself. The disappearance of Mystra made her feel as if the world had collapsed, and the heavy burden and confusion about the future swallowed her up like a dark ocean.

No one responded. But through the sphere, Midnight could see the Weave disappearing. The chaos around them ended, and several people saw Heim standing in front of his door with his arms crossed, and then disappeared, as if he had never existed.

——

"What do you think should be done next, Clinshinibon." Imric asked the Shattered Demon Crystal about the future direction in his mind. As he also learned about the existence of the secret of the god's fall, the Shattered Demon Crystal It is the only person he can discuss with.

Since the fall of Mystra, Midnight seems to have become a different person. She has become more silent and is often alone in a daze. Compared to Kelanvor who wants to leave and continue his career as an adventurer, Midnight and Cyric are completely opposite.

"I must complete the goddess's commission."

Midnight said so, and resolutely prepared to go to the Valley of Shadows to inform Elminster of the huge conspiracy and the coming catastrophe.

What is also surprising about Cyric is that he also really wants to join the midnight journey. The thief's sudden kindness puts Kelanvor into an embarrassing situation. In the end, Imric decides the direction for them.

"The goddess's commission must be completed, Kelemvor. When disaster strikes, no one can stay away."

"As for your reward," Imrik smiled pointedly: "Believe me, the gift from the gods will never let you down."

So, several people embarked on a journey to Shadow Valley.

"Great Master," the voice of the Shattered Crystal answered as Imrik rode on. "I don't think you should put yourself in danger. The God of Strife, even in the form of a saint, is definitely not something that mortals can deal with."

Imrik chuckled lightly, attracting the attention of the adventurer who was also on his way. He said to the broken magic crystal in his mind: "Didn't you notice, Clinshinibon?"

"The saint form of the god seems to be able to be affected by spells."

Imrik said confidently: "Their bodies are already mortal bodies. No matter how noble their nature is, they cannot avoid being affected by mortal spells."

"And this," Imric said with a smile on his lips, "gives me a chance."

"Perhaps the position of the gods has been determined, but I believe that Midnight, who has become a new generation of magic goddess, will not treat me badly as a dedicated mage, Midnight's [Chosen], well, this title suits me very well."

Yes, from the very beginning, Imric had no extravagant hope of being enlightened by Io to become a powerful god like the trio. Even if he really received such a reward, there was a high probability that he would escape from Faerûn immediately and escape. The further away the better.

However, for the voters of the Goddess of Magic, this reward is more realistic and easier to obtain.

The elect are very powerful beings, especially the elect of the goddess of magic. Just look at Elminster. As the strongest mage and the strongest elect, I am afraid that even the ancient super-magical civilization Netheril Empire’s Even after the Grand Arcanist was resurrected, he was unable to compete with him.

"How far?" Cyric asked aloud. They passed through the nightmare landscape left by Mystra's death and saw even more catastrophic changes. The road disappeared and was replaced by a giant pit of black smoke and tar, forcing them to retrace their steps and find another way.

At this moment, they had been traveling for a day. The huge basin was behind the mountains. The afterglow of the scorching sun was blocked by the towering peaks. A forest appeared in front of everyone.

"Soon." Imrik said softly. For some reason, his heart palpitated, as if something bad was about to happen.