Punk silently nursed a grudge against the Pantheon, but he did not have to wait long in this crater not far from the Hatak Imperial Nation. The Blazing Sun-level battle led by the "Chairman" had clearly not devolved into a war of attrition that would last thousands upon thousands of years. In fact, after waiting patiently for only a little over twenty seconds, Whisper of Destruction saw dense, clearly visible cracks spreading across the orange-red curtain of light in the sky.
By the time Mira and Chikasa's radiance once again shone through those cracks, forming pillars of light that connected heaven and earth above the barren, lifeless ground, the shattering of the entire celestial canopy had already become utterly irreversible.
The sky fragments covered in orange-red radiance soon fell one after another from the heights, glittering like notes slipping from a musical score. Every trail of Law Flame was reduced to ashes within one-hundredth of a second.
In fact, before any remnant of the Blazing Sun battle could reach the surface of the Faerun plane, the once orange-red sky had already returned to its perfectly ordinary pale blue. Clearly, the battle between the Chairman and Mestur had ended, and the dark clouds shrouding all of Faerun finally showed signs of dispersing.
"It seems that an affair concealing who knew how many schemes and calculations has finally come to a satisfactory end. And judging by the shattering of this orange-red curtain that originated from the Archmage's mage tower, the final victors should have been the Chairman and Tiamat, right? I wonder what fate awaits Mestur, that genuine old-fashioned Blazing Sun Throne. But regardless of the outcome, the situation throughout the Multiverse will probably change because of this world-shaking battle."
Feeling the Law of Nature rapidly repair itself and cast off the