Karsus's Avatar! This twelfth-level arcane spell! It was the legacy that
Back in the Shadow World, he had attempted it once before. Though the aftereffects had been considerable, he had immediately defeated the goddess of shadow,
And now, after being modified and enhanced by the Chip, this arcane spell — even more powerful and targeted, reaching the potency of an eighth-level Wizard spell — was directed straight at
BOOM!!!
The entire
"Mystra... everything you have will belong to ME!!!"
Accompanying Leylin's declarative words, his gaze locked suddenly onto Mystra.
"So... what I feared all along was the God of Slaughter himself... He possessed the power to end my life at any moment..."
In the instant of her downfall, realization flashed through Mystra's eyes, but it was already too late.
As the Weave's authority transferred, Mystra's avatar — stripped of her followers and the Weave's support — instantly collapsed, scattering into a cascade of golden motes of light.
And within her divine kingdom, Mystra's true form materialized, her face etched with terror. A layer of silver flames emerged from her body, but unlike before — when they had obeyed her every command — these silver flames now surged with even greater ferocity, consuming Mystra's true form...
"No..."
"How can this be..."
Accompanied by startled cries from the Netherworld and other distant realms of divine power, Mystra's divine kingdom began to slowly crumble, plunging into the infinite depths of the void.
"My Lord... how could My Lord possibly..."
In the Material Plane, countless priests of Mystra began to weep, feeling the excruciating agony of the divine power within them being ruthlessly stripped away.
Even more terrifying than the Material Plane, beyond Leylin's divine kingdom — after Mystra's fall — the petitioners collapsed lifelessly to the ground, their auras steadily weakening as they dissolved into silence.
A handful of saintly spirits could still endure. But in an instant, they were destroyed by Leylin, who now wielded the power of the Weave.
"The power of the Weave in the World of Gods..."
Even with his experience in the Shadow World, when Leylin took control of his newly acquired Weave abilities, he still felt an extraordinarily terrifying burden.
The sensation was like a child swinging a massive axe — liable to wound himself at any moment.
"The Weave's divine portfolio truly has no compatibility with me whatsoever. Forcibly merging with it would only corrupt my own path..."
After briefly commanding the Weave to sweep away the legion of arcane chanters surrounding his divine kingdom, Leylin reached his conclusion.
"Furthermore... Karsus's Avatar — even after the Chip's modifications and optimizations — still harbors fundamental flaws..."
Leylin's wizard body sneered coldly, already sensing the condensation of an invisible, distorting force within the void.
"You think you can control me? You'd even dare release only your own will? Dream on!!!!"
Before the dual backlash of the Weave and Karsus's Avatar could descend, Leylin's true god avatar swiftly executed several actions.
"Weave... COLLAPSE!!!"
As the supreme administrator of the Weave, Leylin directly commanded it to self-destruct, even destroying the Weave's divine portfolio along with it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Weave, spread across the entire World of Gods, manifested in the void like purple veins, beginning to fracture inch by inch. A sound like weeping resonated throughout the multiverse.
BOOM...
A terrifying explosion erupted from the supreme throne of the Pantheon at the very moment the Weave was destroyed.
In that instant, every single mage cried out in alarm.
For they discovered that the Weave — which they had been accustomed to touching and storing spell slots in since the very beginning of their magical studies — had completely severed its connection with them. And those who happened to be casting spells at that very moment suffered the worst of it: the terrifying magical energy backlashed against them, triggering devastating explosions that left nothing behind.
The Weave's collapse hit mages the hardest. From this day forward, those who had relied on the Weave to cast spells had all become powerless!
The gods, too, roared in fury.
For them, the most convenient channel for faith and divine magic — the Inner Weave — had also lost all connection.
Henceforth, to reach their followers and grant divine spells, they would necessarily consume far more divine power. For gods long accustomed to the Weave's convenience, this was nothing short of catastrophe!
The most powerful and noble system of power and class within the World of Gods had, in this very moment, utterly crumbled!
The impact of the Weave's collapse was, for now, merely the mildest consequence. Terrifying aftereffects would follow in succession.
And now, the most terrifying aftereffect of all had already erupted.
"Heh heh heh..." "Hahaha..."
After the Inner Weave collapsed, the next target was the Core Weave — the place where the wills of numerous fallen wizards were imprisoned. The gods had constructed the Weave and appointed Mystra as the Goddess of the Weave precisely to serve as jailers.
But now, Leylin — this very guardian — had unilaterally opened the gates and released the most vicious, irredeemable prisoners within!
Ordinary people, professionals, and all manner of creatures in the Material Plane looked up to witness the transformation of the heavens — a clear, cloudless sky instantly plunged into night. A luminous moon hung high in the sky, threaded with countless networks of purple magic.
These magical networks continued to collapse until they were completely severed from the moon.
The instant the connection broke, dozens of evil and overwhelmingly powerful wills, accompanied by eerie cackling, swept across the entire Material Plane.
"The moon... the moon has changed..."
Amid the cries of ordinary people, the luminous white moon instantly turned black-purple. At its center emerged a colossal pupil — like a malevolent eye, coldly gazing down upon the World of Gods.
"So the gods had sealed the fragmented wills of those fallen wizards within the core of the moon?"
Leylin looked upon the completely blackened silver moon and sneered: "Break... for me!!!!"
BOOM!!!
At Leylin's roar, the evil-eyed moon in the sky instantly shattered. Dozens of powerful wills — shadows vast enough to enshroud an entire world — burst outward.
"Even if eternity has forgotten us, we shall never forget our hatred for the gods... Revenge! Revenge!"
An eighth-level-limit Wizard — even a mere shard of will could possess a living body and resurrect as a powerful, malevolent entity. The gods who beheld this sight turned green with dread.
Buzzzz...
The Weave's collapse continued to exert its influence. In this moment of crisis, a golden temple emerged from the Sea of Primordial Force, striving to calm the fluctuations.
"Has the sleeping Supreme God made its move? A pity... cleaning up the aftermath of the Weave's collapse is sure to add grievous injury upon your already grievous wounds..."
Watching as the Pantheon suppressed what should have been an attack capable of destroying half the world, Leylin's face bore a cold smile.
For him, compared to destroying some planes and killing billions of insignificant lives, dealing a devastating blow to a Supreme God was far more valuable.
"You dare... you DARE..."
After the Core Weave's seals were released, the distorting force coiled around Leylin's true god avatar grew even thicker, eventually coalescing into a dark shadow behind him that emitted a thunderous roar.
"Twisted Shadow — did you really think I wouldn't notice your scheme to use me as a pawn, planting hidden tricks within Karsus's Avatar, attempting to escape from the Core Weave on your own?"
A golden web of light enveloped Leylin's true god avatar, extending to encompass the Twisted Shadow behind him.
"My path has never been one of divinity... Face the Weave's backlash alongside me..."
Leylin's divine avatar laughed wildly as several beams of golden light shot from his body, accepted by his wizard's true body.
Karsus's Avatar — this twelfth-level arcane spell — had always possessed severe deficiencies. Apart from Mystra, no entity in the Astral Plane could directly receive the Weave's divine portfolio and untangle its intricate network of relationships. Shar barely qualified as half an exception, but even she would need thousands upon thousands of years to gradually adapt and decipher it. If anyone else attempted what Leylin had done, the only outcome would be annihilation.
To recklessly wield the Weave's power and then destroy the Weave entirely — such a backlash was absolutely catastrophic! Even a Supreme God would be brought to its knees!
And now, Leylin's wizard body began to reap the rich fruits of his struggles within the World of Gods.
The Weave's final wave of power reached the divine avatar, annihilating both it and the Twisted Shadow together, but Leylin's expression did not change in the slightest — he had already begun transferring his assets.
Ding! Main body accepting avatar's accumulated divine rules — Slaughter 100!
After causing the downfall of a Greater Deity and possessing the highest level of Weave authority, Leylin's Death rule instantly accumulated to the full 100. Had this been his divine avatar, it would have now condensed the portfolio of Death. But Leylin's fundamental path was that of a Wizard, making this entirely unnecessary.
"The divine avatar must be discarded... This was decided from the moment I chose the divine name
Back when Leylin had named himself Kukulkan, he had already made this decision.
After all, the path of divinity — a power system that bound one's safety to the faith of believers — was entirely unworthy of serving as his foundation.
Even as a Greater Deity, the moment all followers perished and faith collapsed, death was inevitable regardless of where one hid. In Leylin's eyes, this was far too pitiful.
The path of a Wizard was different. All power resided within oneself, and no one could ever take it away!!!