Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Suddenly, an unprecedented blue-white arrow pierced Bane, knocking him back and away from the sage. He found the black-haired female mage standing across the room, her hands moving, chanting another spell.

Bane laughed: "Maybe you have some of Mystra's abilities, girl, but you are not a god." The God of Strife fired back with a dark red energy wave, causing Midnight to fall across the room. Ben stood up, preparing to give the mage the final blow, but then he heard a terrifying roar from the crack. He knew that the thing summoned by Elminster appeared.

The God of Strife turned and saw what emerged from the crack, and his saint's heart nearly stopped.

The original cracks exuded silver, gold, blue and purple, but after the spell was chaotic, all the colors turned into scarlet, which seemed to indicate that the existence of blood and fire was about to come to the world, and the magic network was touched. .

The threads of the magic network shook with all their strength, and the dazzling blue-white color smoothed the cracks. Just as the scarlet color was about to disappear, a terrifying roar could be heard vaguely: "No!!!"

Then, in the cracks, appeared someone Bane would never have imagined possible.

"Mystra," Bane said slowly.

The existence that appeared in front of him had almost no resemblance to the goddess form he tortured when he was in the Tomb Castle. This kind of creature did not exist in the human world or any plane. Without flesh and blood, and certainly not a god, Mystra is now just a mass of primitive essence, part of the wonderland of the magic network surrounding the world, and can only be called a magical element.

Now Mystra can only do some thinking with her best efforts. She is almost unconscious and unable to act. In the chaos of death, she uses her last lucidity to stir the veins of the magic network and modify Elminster. The magic goddess knew that the other end of the summons was a very terrifying existence, and she tenderly decided to use her last strength to help mortals.

The magical threads that make up the magic web burst out from Mystra's eyes, wrap around the room, and form an illusory hand, grabbing Bane from her spirit body.

Magical arrows flew across the room, the walls were scorched, and Elminster's books were scattered everywhere. Midnight finally reacted and stared at Mystra with tears on her face.

"Goddess." This was the only thing she could say.

Elminster chanted a spell to deal with Bane, but the spell failed. Only a green easter egg appeared from his hand, which hit the God of Darkness. Elminster was not discouraged. He cursed lowly and started another one. Spells.

Bane ignored Mystra and released a dark red energy wave. Elminster immediately used the last legendary spell slot to generate an indestructible spell shield and tried to bounce it away, but was still hit by the rebound. Screaming and being knocked into the crack.

Imric came to his senses at this time, and when he saw Bane knocking Elminster away, he knew that he had to create an opportunity for Mystra, maybe because his existence changed the prophecy, maybe because of the prophecy itself It's not accurate, but the current situation is that they are facing a defeat.

Level 3 power [Astral Cocoon]!

Countless ectoplasmic cocoons were summoned from the void by Imric, and the silver astral matter continued to attach to Bane's body. The God of Strife impatiently waved his claws, destroying these materials easily, but more stars The cocoon appears again.

Imric summoned the astral matter at the highest intensity to form a restraint. After the ectoplasmic cocoon was strengthened with spiritual points, the power of restraint surpassed all the spells he mastered, but even so, it was still too much in front of Bane. Fragile, he had to use all his strength to call on the power of the astral world at all times.

"Damn ants!" Bane yelled angrily, but he was indeed restrained by more and more astral matter that continued to appear. Although his claws could easily destroy all the matter in contact, he had no time to eliminate it. More hands and feet appeared and bound him.

At the same time, Mystra's palm also pressed on the body of the God of Strife, and a dazzling blue-white light jumped out from it.

The stolen power began to bite back at Bane, and he knelt on the ground. The fragile human saint was slowly torn apart, and the flesh and bones collapsed into a steaming mass, barely human.

"I will never die - alone!" Bane hissed. His bloody saint crawled forward and stretched his hand towards Midnight. The former's hand was still on the pendant, as if he was planning to cast a spell against the darkness again. Lord. Then the pendant around her neck broke and flew towards Bane, the god laughing as he held it in his hand.

"Your power belongs to me again, Mystra." The words uttered from the blistered lips of the God of Strife.

At midnight, I heard Mystra's voice appear in my mind, hoarse and crazy.

"Attack him," the voice said, "with the power I give you."

Midnight understood that the power had never been attached to the necklace. She stood up and walked towards the God of Strife.

Midnight completed her spell and blue and white power surged from her body, knocking Bane in Mystra's direction.

The Lord of Darkness stared at Midnight, then looked at the necklace in his hand, his eyes full of confusion: "But I have it."

He began to scream as Mystra covered his body.

"Look, Bane," Mystra said, engulfing him, "this is the power you want to have."

With a flash of blue-white flames, Bane's Saint suddenly exploded. Mystra's changing figure stagnated for a moment, absorbing all the energy brought by the explosion, and then she disappeared in the bright white light.

"Goddess!" Midnight shouted. But as she shouted, the mage knew that Mystra was really dead this time. She thought of Elminster being knocked into the crack, and looked over there, finding Imric standing on the edge of the crack, staring at the mist pouring out of it. His arm was forward, as if he was reaching out to someone inside.

"Elminster," she said dully. There seemed to be some vague movement in the crack. The mist separated for a moment, and she found that the old sage was trapped in it, desperately trying to seal the crack he opened.

Elminster seemed not to see Midnight and Imric standing on the edge of the crack, he was busy with the complicated spell in his hand. As the sage shouted, deep purple light poured out from the cracks. Imric prepared a spell, which should be powerful enough to break the crack, but he hesitated for a while, looked at Midnight aside, and ultimately did not take action.

Elminster and the crack disappeared together with the light. The temple began to shake and Midnight fell to the ground.

Imric silently looked at Midnight who fell on the ground, then looked at Elminster who disappeared into the crack, then turned around and left with Midnight in his arms.

"You did well, Master." The voice of the broken magic crystal sounded in Imrik's mind.

Imric said nothing. In fact, there was a reason why he didn't save Elminster. The old sage did not die, but his disappearance was the will of fate and the turning point predicted by Mystra.

Thinking of what was about to happen, Imrik's dark pupils were like a silent black sea, bottomless.

Midnight woke up quickly and walked out with Imric's help. They walked out of the corridor filled with blue and white flashes, feeling the breeze and sunshine caressing their faces.

Midnight walked out of the building and looked at the sky. The flames that were swallowing up the holy steps were almost burning into the divine realm. She couldn't help but gasp. At that moment, she seemed to see the scorched black fragments of the holy steps, countless forms condensed into its current appearance. She saw countless palms she had seen once before, trembling and holding the air. The holy steps soon disappeared, leaving only flames in her eyes.

"Boom!!!" There was a deafening explosion behind him, the walls of the temple collapsed into pieces, and the wings of the tower collapsed to the ground. The entire Valley of Shadows trembled due to the explosion in the Temple of Lathander. Under this strong shock wave, Midnight, who was originally awake, fainted again.

The last look in her sight seemed to see the face of the goddess. She gently stroked Midnight's cheek and told her in a silent mouth: "Be strong, and you will have a chance of survival."

The goddess's soul dissipated. At the last moment of her dissipation, she looked at Imrik beside her, with relief in her eyes. Returning to chaos, she finally unsealed Io's erased memory. She knew that even if she died, In a corner of this vast universe, there is another existence named Mystra, who will continue her life and her ideals.

The magic goddess completely burps, scatters flowers, and gives out chicken legs~~