With the Weave paralyzed, Lolth—having suffered devastating blows on both planes at once—suddenly fell silent.
Gradually, the spider avatar towering like a mountain over Water-Drawing City's coastal district began to collapse, like a sandcastle swept away by the waves.
The survivors in the district stared at the sight before them in disbelief, as though they could not accept that a god had just been slain before their very eyes.
Especially when, in their eyes, the one who had dealt the Spider Queen her fatal blow was none other than Lucifer, a mere "mortal"?
Even Lucifer himself, as the one involved, seemed to find it all somewhat unbelievable. But when he looked through the partially overlapping Weave and saw a certain Silver Dragon in the Abyss smiling at him, the former Drow Duck King revealed an expression of relief and gratitude:
"Lord Tibilus—
"Thank you.
"Thank you for everything you have done for me."
At that moment, scenes from his first meeting with that being seemed to resurface in Lucifer's mind.
As well as that fairy-tale-like Emerald Dream the other had woven for him.
In truth, he had not believed in any of it back then.
But like a drowning man, though he knew the other merely wanted to use him to obtain intelligence on Gerson and those Drow elves, he had still seized it without hesitation.
And thus, his fate changed.
He gradually went from being a plaything in a Drow's hands to a multifaceted spy, became a social butterfly whose beauty was renowned throughout the Northlands, and after the Saints' Calamity, successfully broke free of Lolth's control, becoming a diplomat and politician who moved among the major powers.
And throughout that life journey of constant transformation, he had also been fortunate enough to witness Zelandia's rise, to see the