What a magnificent giant net it was.
Dark purple threads intertwine to form a dense network structure, covering every corner of the Elemental Dimension and even extending outward to the boundaries of other dimensions. Colorful elemental Radiance clings to the threads—traces left behind after the power of the Elemental Dimension was integrated into the Weave: the red of fire, the blue of water, the cyan of wind, the brown of earth, the gold of light, the black of darkness, and the transparency of the Void. Seven elements flow through the dark purple threads, like blood surging in veins.
At each node stood a Weave in Mage's robe, serving as the network's most loyal servants. They were Mystra's most loyal attendants, responsible for maintaining the Weave's stable operation and monitoring the energy flow at each node. These Mage varied in strength, ranging from newly promoted full Mage to archmages who had cultivated for thousands of years, but at this moment, their Fate were the same—in the instant the Weave was torn apart, all the Mage deeply bound to the management nodes felt a tearing sensation emanating from the depths of their souls.
Their eyes became bloodshot at the same time, and what welled up in their eyes was not tears, but dark purple Magical Energy liquid.
Then--
One after another, the bodies of these Weave administrators began to swell, crack, and shatter.
It wasn't an explosion, but rather a "disintegration." The Weave was deeply bound to their souls, and when the Weave Weave was torn apart, their souls were also shattered along with it. With their souls broken, their bodies naturally couldn't be maintained either, and so they turned into a rain of blood, blooming into mournful blood flowers in the Void.
Blood rained down, and the crimson hue filled the air.
For the first time, such a rich crimson hue appeared in the Void of the Astral Realm. It was not the blood of any civilization, nor the blood of any race, but the blood of the administrators of the Weave —elite Mage sent by the Federation to maintain the operation of the Weave after the Elemental Dimension were conquered. Each of them was a precious talent cultivated by the Federation with a great deal of resources.
At that moment, they all perished.
"Angley!!"
Mystra's mad cry echoed through the Void.
The body of the Goddess of the Weave trembled violently in the Void, and dark purple Magical Energy energy gushed out from the crack in her chest, transforming into a burning dark purple sea of fire in the Void. Her eyes were filled with disbelief—not because she couldn't accept the betrayal, but because she couldn't accept that the betrayer was Angley.
The God of Wisdom, an ally of the Federation, a core designer involved in the reshaping of the Weave, and one of the beings Dale trusted most.
"Why?!"
Mystra roared, his hands clenching as he tried to regain control of the torn Weave. But Angley's authority commands were still in effect, and silvery-white digital symbols spread like a virus along the threads of the Weave, blocking, altering, and overwriting Mystra's control commands segment by segment.
Because I don't want to die.
Angley's voice emanated from the silvery-white numerical symbols, eerily calm.
"The Federation can't win. Dale can't win. None of you can win."
"And I don't want to die with you."
He reached out and grabbed half of the Weave, bringing it into his grasp. The torn Weave struggled wildly in his hand, its dark purple threads attempting to entangle his arm and erode his laws, but silver-white numerical symbols formed a protective layer on his body, blocking all the backlash from the Weave.
Then, the God of Wisdom went mad and flew toward the location of the Mother of the Stars.
His speed was extreme—not physical speed, but "displacement" at the level of laws. Each step directly crossed multiple spatial barriers, and each step greatly shortened the distance between Him and the Mother of the Stars.
"Senior, save me!"
Angley's voice came from afar, carrying an almost obsequious urgency.
"I am willing to surrender!"
"This is the Weave, which you can use to enhance your control over the Astral Realm!"
Angley held the torn half of the Weave in his hands, dark purple threads flowing through them, elemental Radiance swirling around them. This was one of the Federation's most precious treasures, Miracle Creation jointly crafted by Mystra and Dale, a strategic artifact capable of controlling the entire Elemental Dimension.
Whoever obtains the Weave obtains the Elemental Dimension.
Whoever obtains the Elemental Dimension will be one step closer to controlling the entire Astral Realm.
The Mother of the Stars ' gaze fell upon that half of the Weave.
Within the eye formed by the twin nebulae, the two vortexes of creation spun slightly faster.
The Weave is indeed a wonderful thing. Especially after the Elemental Dimension was conquered, the elemental power was integrated into the Weave, elevating the mystery of this creation to a level comparable to a twelve-star Miracle Creation. Obtaining it is equivalent to obtaining the Elemental Dimension —not through military conquest, but by bringing the Elemental Dimension under control at the level of laws.
This is undoubtedly the icing on the cake for the Mother of the Stars, who is building her Inner Universe.
But more importantly, the fall of the Weave into their hands means that the Federation has lost control of the entire Elemental Dimension. The Federation Mage who still rely on the Weave to transmit energy will lose their energy source, the Federation's defense system will have huge loopholes, and the Immortal Continent will lose the protection of the Weave.
Killing multiple birds with one stone.
The Mother of the Stars nodded slightly.
"Come over."
His voice was not loud, but every word carried an irresistible majesty.
Angley as if he had been granted a pardon, and his speed increased again.
But just as He was about to reach the Mother of the Stars, a torrent of silvery-white laws swept in from the side— Dale had made his move.
Although the Magic Pioneer was severely injured by the Flame of Fate, his combat power at the Second-Step Eternity level was still not to be underestimated. His all-out attack would have severely injured even Peak Supreme God like Angley, a peak being, instantly, or even caused his demise if he had been hit head-on.
Angley felt the Destruction force blasting from the side. Silvery-white numerical symbols swirled wildly across his body, trying to deduce the best way to avoid it.
But Dale was too fast.
Just as the torrent of laws was about to strike Angley, a golden thread of Fate extended from the Void, wrapped around Angley's waist, and pulled sharply— Angley's body was pulled aside by that force, narrowly avoiding Dale's attack.
The Goddess of Fate has intervened.
He stood beside the Mother of the Stars, his golden robes billowing in the Void, the Sovereign of Fate in his hand pointing towards Dale. The cylinder of the golden revolver was still slowly turning, one of its seven chambers having just gone out—the price He paid to save Angley.
"You cannot kill Him." The voice of the Goddess of Fate was as cold as frost.
Dale did not answer, but simply raised his hand again, pure white magical light gathering in his palm. This time, his target was not Angley, but the Goddess of Fate.