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The Dragon's remains fell into the sea near the Eastern Continent. Books and mountains sank into the ocean, throwing up spray over a hundred-mile radius. An unprecedented tsunami was brewing, but in the blink of an eye, it fell silent again.
They raised their heads and saw a White Tower rise from the ground, surrounded by lightning and storms. In the world of dark clouds, hymns praising truth rang out.
Lightning and oceans, wisdom and knowledge-another God of multiple Pathways had been born into this world, an unstoppable tide sweeping forward.
The light of dawn flickered on the God of Combat's longsword. Death stood silently beside the river dividing life from death. The Mother of Heaven gazed at the distant White Tower rebuilt upon the ruins of the Temple of Knowledge, her gaze meeting the God of Combat's from afar.
Today's battle was destined not to happen. As they looked at one another, they simultaneously felt a subtle sorrow at a fellow being's demise, then withdrew one after another.
"Catastrophe is approaching. Leave with me. Your mother's arms will always be your warmest haven."
In the skies over Feynapotter, layers of white clouds formed the graceful silhouette of a gentle woman holding an infant. A voice so tender it brought tears to the eyes rang out beside the ears of every believer of the Earth Mother. They praised their mother in unison, devoutly falling to their knees and kissing the earth.
The ground rumbled and shook as the land of the entire country began to rise. The Earth Mother displayed the mighty power of a God, slowly lifting the entire territory of the Feynapotter Kingdom. The woman in the clouds began to walk, taking her believers westward with her.
With her authority as the God of the earth, she