With Garon's assistance, the Eternal Sun successfully departed from the Grand Circle's limited multiverse.
As for whether the Eternal Sun can successfully seize the dominion of the young sun god Apollo in the Olympian multiverse according to its plan, that remains the Eternal Sun's challenge.
Because Garon formed a Time Alliance contract with the Eternal Sun, using the river of time as a medium, he could communicate across the void between multiverses. This allowed Garon to monitor the progress of the Eternal Sun's attempt to seize dominion.
Garon awaited the outcome with keen interest.
However, with the Primordial and the gods' war still raging in the Grand Circle multiverse, Garon's focus wasn't on the Eternal Sun in the Olympian multiverse. His primary concern remained the War of Dawn.
A flash of silver light flickered and vanished.
Garon entered the Eternal Heroic Hall, coiled within his dragon nest. His platinum dragon eyes reflected scenes from various prime material worlds.
In these different prime material worlds, the war involving dragons, gods, and Primordials continued incessantly, showing no signs of abating.
Garon closed his eyes slightly, and the crown of thorny flowers on his head glowed with a pure white brilliance.
Life energy flowed into the silver dragon's body in a steady, orderly manner.
At the same time, as if nothing had changed, Garon remained in the Eternal Heroic Hall, directing the efforts of the dragons from different timelines. He provided logistical support for their weary or injured bodies, facilitating the most efficient clearing of minor and moderate Primordial entities.
Without the distraction of dark assassins like the Shadow Fiends and with Garon's assistance, the dragon army fought ever more bravely. They became the most prominent and formidable force on the battlefield against moderate divine powers.
As time passed slowly and steadily, many Primordial Abominations were either sealed or killed outright.
Due to the dragons' remarkable performance, many moderate gods could leave their primary battlegrounds and deal with minor Abominations with superior force.
Not all moderate gods were as frail as the Winged Elf Goddess. In the prime material world, moderate gods often achieved victories against minor Primordials.
The dragon army, alongside the gods, advanced on both minor and moderate battlefields, sweeping through one Primordial Abomination after another with unstoppable momentum.
In the fourth phase of the War of Dawn, the introduction of the dragon army caused the Abomination side to face inevitable defeat at an accelerating and irreversible pace.
The number of active Primordial Abominations dwindled rapidly.
The dawn belonging to the gods was arriving.
During this time, as the prolonged battles stretched the dragons to their limits, Garon called them back to the Dragon Court. There, he discussed with them the strategies for the upcoming battles.
After a period of rest and recovery, the dragon army returned to the battlefields of the prime material planes.
But this time, their target was no longer the moderate divine powers.
In one prime material world severely corrupted by Abominations, a grotesque and horrific scene unfolded under a sky once clear but now obscured by a canopy of rotting flesh.
The endless expanse of decaying flesh pulsed like a living organism.
Blood-red rain and yellow-green pus, along with indescribable organic matter, poured down like a torrential downpour.
On the ground, towering mountains of flesh, grotesque and distorted forests of malformed tissue, and flowing rivers of blood dominated the landscape. The original inhabitants of this world were now unrecognizable, their bodies twisted and covered with tumor-like growths.
The entire prime material world was engulfed in this nightmarish and blood-soaked spectacle.
At the heart of this fleshly horror was a monstrous flower, a vivid and eerie blossom of flesh with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters. Each petal and leaf was composed of decayed flesh, festering sores, and tumors.
This monstrous bloom, rooted deep in the ground, extended its tendrils throughout every corner of this world of flesh.
It was terrifying, grotesque, and yet possessed a strange, morbid beauty.
This was Glasha, the Mother of Monsters, a class-strong divine power Primordial Abomination wielding the force of eternal corruption.
In this world, a small number of sentient beings still resisted the Mother of Monsters' corruption. In their ears, they could hear soft, seductive whispers.
"Your forms are mere false creations of the gods. I will reveal the true nature of your existence."
"You are my greatest masterpieces. Surrender and become my most splendid, magnificent, and terrifying creations."
The Mother of Monsters was a mad artist, using flesh as her brush to reshape all life into forms that matched her twisted aesthetic. Transforming the ugly into her favored forms was her greatest joy.
Previously, she had battled the Gnome Lord Gar Shininggold, who was wounded and forced to flee the prime material plane, unable to withstand the Abomination's fierce power.
Now, unhindered, she could reshape the world of flesh according to her whims and aesthetics.
The eerie bloom of flesh swayed gently, seeming almost joyous.
But the ripples in the river of time interrupted her artistic musings.
The waves swirled and formed the outlines of massive dragons.
A Plutonium Dragon, black with gold streaks, radiating a destructive aura even in its golden-pupiled eyes.
A Radiant Sun Dragon, its scales glowing a blinding red, the space around it warped by intense heat.
A Demi-God Gold Dragon, with deep, majestic features and dark-golden scales.
A Blue Diamond Dragon, as beautiful as a dream, its scales resembling blue crystals or shining diamonds, reflecting dazzling light.
These four extraordinary dragons appeared in the monstrous world, standing between the revolting canopy of flesh above and the ground below.
The Plutonium Dragon, the Radiant Sun Dragon, the Demi-God Gold Dragon, and the Blue Diamond Dragon.
Beneath the crimson rain, the four dragons turned their gaze simultaneously towards the grotesque and eerie bloom of flesh rooted in the earth.
Each dragon opened its mouth, and the brilliant light of their dragon breath gathered between their interlocking teeth.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Their breath, differing in attributes but all immensely destructive, tore through the blood rain and shot straight at the Mother of Monsters.
"What hideous creatures. But don't worry, there's no need for you to feel inferior. I will transform you into my beautiful children."
The Mother of Monsters spoke softly, her voice gentle and maternal as she swayed her fleshly bloom.
She closed her petals, forming a bud, and sank into the ground of decaying flesh to avoid the dragons' fearsome breath.
Simultaneously, the world of flesh came alive.
Countless tendrils of flesh, either rising from the ground or descending from the canopy, filled every inch of space, wrapping around the four dragons.
The dragons remained calm, each displaying their unique abilities as they engaged in a fierce battle with the Mother of Monsters.
In another prime material world.
A colossal black serpent, vast as a mountain range, coiled on the ground, with its raised upper half towering into the sky.
Its black scales, like the deepest night, glimmered faintly, and its slit pupils radiated a cold, detached light. Around it, countless murmuring voices whispered dreamlike chants.
The Night Serpent Dandel, having swallowed a class-strong divine power Primordial Abomination, now wielded the power of nightmares.
Once, it had invaded Garon's dreams, trying to make him its thrall before Garon had fully matured.
In this realm, too, four dragons faced the Night Serpent.
A Black Dragon with dark red markings, its scales like iron and its body extraordinarily powerful, known as Caesar.
A Red Dragon, similar in appearance to the Black Dragon but slightly less robust, named Claudius.
A small, white-scaled dragon with a seemingly crazy demeanor, called White River.
A Silver Dragon with shimmering scales, surrounded by flashes of violet energy, named Lewis.
The Black Emperor, Caesar, led the charge, his massive wings creating swirling vortices as he launched himself like a missile at the Night Serpent. The other dragons followed closely, undeterred by the Primordial Abomination's terrifying presence.
Despite their lower divine status as demi-gods, these dragons dared to confront the class-strong divine power Primordial, showing no fear of its overwhelming might.
Under Garon's direction, these eight dragons fought against two class-strong divine power Primordials.
Meanwhile, other dragons continued their dominance on the battlefield against moderate divine powers.
The prime material plane was in turmoil, and the War of Dawn had reached a more intense stage than ever before.
The clash between the dragons and the class-strong divine powers was a stalemate until the arrival of more gods, joining the dragons to overpower the Primordial Abominations.
Under normal circumstances, high-ranking gods wouldn't resort to gang-up tactics to maintain their dignity.
But the War of Dawn, determining the future of the multiverse and the gods' reign, left no room for such considerations. Thus, the gods didn't hesitate to gang up on the Primordials in what they deemed a righteous assault.
Garon observed all this closely.
With the situation now stabilizing, Garon primarily remained behind the scenes, assisting without directly entering the prime material plane while staying vigilant for unexpected events.
Despite some fluctuations in the gods' battles against the Primordials, there were no real surprises.
The dawn belonging to the gods was now unstoppable.
As more and more Primordial Abominations were either killed or sealed, the gods' advantage snowballed.
With most minor and moderate Primordials cleared, the lesser and moderate gods continued their assault.
After regaining their strength, they descended upon the prime material plane and joined forces to target the class-strong divine power Primordials.
Although
the prime material plane exerted pressure on both gods and divine powers, the sheer number of gods created a qualitative change.
Initially, battles between gods and class-strong Primordials were evenly matched. However, as more gods joined the fray, they began to overpower their opponents. Even those gods slightly weaker than their adversaries started to turn the tide.
The defeat of the minor and moderate Primordials began to impact the class-strong divine powers.
Now, nearly every Primordial Abomination faced multiple gods at once.
"This war no longer has any suspense."
Garon observed the prime material plane and made his judgment.
Though the class-strong divine power Primordials resisted fiercely, the outcome was already determined. It was merely a matter of time.
"When the War of Dawn ends, I will be close to reaching class-strong divine power myself."
In the Eternal Heroic Hall, the silver dragon closed his eyes, savoring the nourishment of life energy and time power as he steadily accumulated his growth.
***
In the Blissful Domain, the divine realm of the third-generation Goddess of Magic, the Heart of Spells.
With the death of their deity, all the beings in this divine realm wore expressions of sorrow. The once radiant magic light within the realm had dimmed considerably, and the blue-white glow of the magical weave was nearly extinguished.
Suddenly, a figure enveloped in pure light appeared in the Heart of Spells.
She opened the gate of the divine realm effortlessly, passing unnoticed by the guardians of the realm.
She then moved to the heart of the divine realm, the imposing yet silent Temple of the Goddess of Magic.
With graceful steps, she ascended the steps, ignoring the many temple guards, and passed through the temple doors, entering its interior.
Throughout this entire process, the temple guards remained oblivious.
The various divine wards attached to the area were not disturbed.
Inside the temple of the Goddess of Magic, it was empty and vast.
On the temple's dome, countless blue star-like gems were embedded, their twinkling lights resembling billions of stars against a backdrop depicting an infinite cosmic scene, resembling the holy emblem of the Goddess of Magic.
"Mystra, I foresee a great calamity coming. For this reason, I must reclaim my power."
"This power in your hands cannot be used effectively."
A gentle voice softly spoke.
Mystra was the true name of the third-generation Goddess of Magic.
Simultaneously, the radiant light faded, revealing the figure within.
She was a goddess with a serene smile, her form graceful and divine. She stood tall, gazing at the cosmic stars with eyes as clear and pure as the moon.
Her appearance was identical to the Goddess of Night, yet her demeanor and aura were entirely different.
"Merciful Silver Mother, please have pity on my formless existence. I do not wish to lose this power. Without it, I will no longer be eternal, no longer immortal, but will face true death."
The goddess who had come to the Heart of Spells was Suren, the Goddess of the White Night, and sister to the Goddess of the Night.
"Would you want to see a life fade so dimly?"
The billions of twinkling stars expressed the will of the third-generation Goddess of Magic.
The Goddess of the White Night extended her delicate, jade-like hand. From the billions of stars, a tiny star descended, settling obediently in her palm, transforming into a multifaceted crystal — a divine spark.
"The moon waxes and wanes, changing with time."
"Life and fate are no different."
"A dim end is no different from a brilliant one."
The Goddess of the White Night picked up the divine spark.
"No, you shouldn't do this!"
"I will curse you, curse you to be killed by your own sister, curse you to become…"
The voice abruptly ceased.
The divine spark merged into the Goddess of the White Night's brow, becoming one with her.
The Goddess of the White Night closed her eyes, her moonlit gown floating as if made of pure light. Soft, milky radiance flowed around her as her divine power grew, deepening and then retreating into her form.
After a while, she opened her eyes.
At the same time, the dimmed light of the Heart of Spells divine realm rekindled. The power of magic filled the space once more, while endless light spread across every inch of the realm.
Seeing this, the beings within the divine realm were stunned.
"Has the deity been resurrected?"
"How could the deity revive so quickly after dying?"
As the apostle beings pondered these questions, a gentle voice echoed through the Heart of Spells.
"O beings of the Heart of Spells, remember my name."
"More exalted than eternity, older than the universe, born of the primordial chaos, I am the Goddess of the White Night."
"Today, the third-generation Goddess of Magic has returned to me, merging with me."
"Just as the moon waxes and wanes, so too does all life. In my light, all beings shall find my blessing."
The primordial goddess, the Goddess of the White Night… the apostles of the Heart of Spells were shaken to their cores.
After a brief moment of hesitation, they turned towards the Temple of the Goddess of Magic, showing their devotion and reverence.
"Great Goddess of the White Night, please accept our humble faith and veneration."
For the followers of the third-generation Goddess of Magic, transferring their faith to the Goddess of the White Night was straightforward.
The Goddess of Magic was originally born from the Goddess of the White Night.
In ancient times, during the final battle of light and dark between the Goddesses of the White Night and the Night, the Goddess of the White Night sacrificed herself, tearing away most of her being to severely wound the Goddess of the Night. In the process, the first-generation Goddess of Magic was born from her scattered divine light.
The Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of the White Night were of the same origin.
The light of the Goddess of the White Night was the light of magic.
***
In the prime material world, the Night Serpent was at a severe disadvantage under the combined assault of the four dragons and the Lord of Fire Elements.
However, this Nightmare Serpent was extremely cunning and deceitful.
It could traverse the dreams of all living beings, from sentient creatures to plants and stones, creating bizarre dreamscapes for its escape.
Thus, even in a weakened state, it was challenging to seal or kill it definitively.
"Creatures not of this time, dragons and the Lord of Fire, I will visit your dreams again."
"Nightmares will entangle your minds, never ending."
As more minor and moderate divine powers arrived, the Night Serpent realized it could not turn the tide. To avoid being sealed or killed, it decided to flee.
Reflections of bizarre, illogical, and hallucinatory dreamscapes appeared on its black scales, repelling attacks from all sides and buying it time to escape the prime material plane.
Suddenly, moonlight shone down, forming a jade disc.
It seemed forged from pure silver, flawless, and without any markings, but with intricate cracks running through it.
This was the primordial artifact of the Goddess of the White Night, the Silver Jade Disc.
The Silver Jade Disc, radiating pure moonlight, instantly appeared before the Night Serpent and smashed down upon it.
Thud!
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