Silver magical script slowly moved across gold sheets thinner than paper, as though every character possessed a life of its own.
After quietly finishing the first chapter, Hill suddenly understood why even Devils knew how to construct something like the Magic Weave.
Toril's Magic Weave was merely the most perfect one in the Multiverse, relatively speaking, but it was not the only one.
This Nether Scroll began by explaining what kinds of worlds' Primordial Power could be expressed through a Magic Weave-like structure, and how to dismantle that web if one did not wish to live under its control.
The simplest method was to kill the God controlling the Magic Weave a few more times... force it through enough updates and iterations that she could no longer fully control it, allowing the Magic Weave to make its own decisions... until it eventually developed independent thought.
And once the Magic Weave became independent, it would inevitably seek to become the ruler of the world. That was tied to the innate duty of this magical web, so its final opponent would certainly be the Creation God.
Unless that world's Creation God did not care at all about being replaced, a great war was inevitable... either the Creation God won completely, returning the Magic Weave to its earliest and most primitive state. Mages would no longer advance so effortlessly, but they would be free.
Or the Creation God won a pyrrhic victory... then it would become the age of Arcanists and Sorcerers.
There was no need to say much about Sorcerers. As long as they resonated with some portion of the Magic Weave, they would naturally become spellcasters.
As for Arcanists... even the most chaotic Primordial Power had its own rhythm. As long as someone could grasp those patterns through their own ability,