This was not Li Wei's first time seeing the Goddess of Magic, nor was she the first Goddess of Magic he had seen.
He had once borrowed Karsus's eyes to witness that kind, wise, innocent, gentle first-generation goddess spreading wisdom throughout the Material Plane, selflessly nurturing the seedlings of magic, generously laying down the soil in which arcane arts could take root. And in the end—
When Netheril collapsed, when the Weave stood on the brink of collapse and rampant, out-of-control magic was about to sweep across the entire world, it was also she who stepped forward without hesitation.
She took upon herself the responsibility and pressure resting on her student's shoulders, sacrificed herself, and preserved the world.
Li Wei had also seen Mystra, the second-generation goddess, who had only just inherited one aspect of Mithriel and been reincarnated.
At the time, Mystra had likewise solemnly accepted the task entrusted to her by the first generation, and responsibly completed everything.
Before Karsus's statue, this goddess awakened from the body of a Netherese farm girl had also possessed a kind and merciful side.
But in the end, she was not the first generation.
Li Wei had heard many rumors about her, as well as tales of her wild and uninhibited ways. And standing before him were six daughters of the Goddess of Magic, each old enough to be his grandmother.
So Li Wei's feelings toward this Goddess of Magic, who had inherited everything from Mithriel, were incomparably complicated.
Still, no matter how many flaws she had, at least she remained a fairly responsible goddess... uh.
As his eyes adjusted to that blinding flash, he could finally, barely, make out the Goddess of Magic's figure amid the hazy magical radiance.
Only—
This uninhibited Goddess of Magic—
Seemed to be stark naked.
Some