Chapter 173 - Fairy Wilderness Contract

Under the encouragement and support of the Goddess of Dark Night, Shar, the God of Conspiracy, Shylock, infiltrated the Heart of the Curse and murdered the Magic Goddess, Midnight, leading to the collapse of the Magic Network, which triggered an unimaginable calamity.The Magic Network is also known as the Weave of Magic.

In Toril, most people believe that the original Magic Goddess, Mistela, created it. That statement is true but not entirely accurate.

The Weave of Magic has always existed because magical elements permeate every corner of the Multiverse; every stone, every river, every living thing, even the very air harbors magic, each with its own operating rules, which together constitute the most fundamental Magic Network.

Mistela merely refined this foundation, creating a magical network that facilitated spellcasters’ perception of the elements.

The advent of the Magic Network made spellcasting more accessible on the Toril Plane, and even those who could not originally cast spells were able to grasp the mysteries of magic.

Considering this convenience, the divine arts bestowed upon their servants by the gods were also transmitted through this network — such magic is known as Divine Magic.

When the original Mistela shaped the Magic Network, she combined the office of the Magic Goddess with the very essence of the Weave. As the third generation Magic Goddess, Midnight, was assassinated and her divine role separated from the Weave’s essence, this caused a complete collapse of the Magic Network.

The collapse of the Magic Network was not just a loss of the casting network for spellcasters.

The gods also lost their divine arts transmission network.

The balance of elements was utterly disrupted.

The churning elements whipped up storms capable of ravaging the heavens and earth, devouring, tearing, melting, and embedding everything in their path — these elemental storms, being of a cyan hue, came to be known as Blue Flames, branding that year as the Year of the Blue Flame.

The gods were also affected, especially those of the magic pantheon.

With the death of the Magic Goddess Midnight, her divine realm, the Heart of the Curse, dissolved, the Prophet God, Savras, perished, the Mage God, Azuth, and the demigod lich Vysharon were cast into the stars, and thousands of mages descended into madness.

Many planes were also shifted or destroyed.

Only strong divine power was sufficient to protect one’s own divine kingdom from destruction, while the divine realms of other gods were all affected.

The Blue Flames swept through all of Toril, especially across Felen.

The Arcane Catastrophe reshaped the land, causing it to rumble thunderously, undulating like the sea; a curtain of Blue Flames swept across the earth, cleaving mountains, and raising plains to form new ridges.

Fragments of the continents broke free from gravity to become floating islands suspended in the sky.

The Arcane Catastrophe destroyed all the magic items of the Mage kingdom of Halruaa, resulting in violent explosions.

Even Waterdeep City, thousands of kilometers away, felt the blast.

The intense explosion sent the Maztica Continent of Toril into its sister plane, Abeir.

Meanwhile, the Kord Continent of Abeir was pulled into Toril.

All of this was a grand exchange.

For ordinary beings, the switch was a fatal disaster, with less than one in a hundred thousand surviving.

The seabed of the Sea of Fallen Stars collapsed, with seawater pouring into the vast Dark Domain below, reducing the water level by fifteen meters and shrinking its area by half.

Lord Virginia suddenly let go of Gaven’s hand, her face streaming with tears.

From their recent interaction, she had gleaned a fraction of the information, and even those fragmented images alone were enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

The scene was simply too tragic.

Underneath the Blue Flames, not to mention human power, even the gods were like ants, incapable of thwarting the onset of such disaster.

Although there were no images of the Fairy Wilderness among those scenes, as one of the echoes of the Material Plane, how could it possibly escape when the Material Plane was subjected to a catastrophic disaster?

At this moment, Lady Virginia fully believed Gaven, believed his so-called dreams, and even believed that this dream was the future — if Gaven, the Fate Reshaper, was unable to reshape fate.

But did this young man truly possess such power?

This soul intertwining perception was not one-sided.

As Lord Virginia perceived Gaven’s memories,

Gaven likewise was perceiving Lord Virginia’s.

From her heart, what Gaven felt was profound sorrow and longing, the silhouette of a man, ever lingering.

Involuntarily, Gaven wanted to see the man’s silhouette clearly, and followed it without control, but as he approached, it seemed that the man continued to move further away, deeper and deeper.

Until the silhouette of the man vanished, leaving Gaven standing there all alone.

When Gaven turned to walk back, he suddenly found that the man’s silhouette appeared behind him, they faced each other head-on, and collided directly.

Upon regaining his senses, the man’s silhouette had disappeared once again. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

From beginning to end, Gaven never managed to see the man’s face.

Then, a tide of green surged in, flooding into his soul consciousness, filled only with vigorous vitality and jubilation.

And by this time, their hands had already separated.

Gaven was a bit confused, unclear of how much information Lord Virginia had gleaned from him, nor understanding what the silhouette of that man truly represented.

Virginia had great self-control; her emotional outburst lasted only seconds before she wrestled her feelings back under control, bowing slightly as she spoke, "Earlier, I perceived that Lord Gaven bore a heavy fate, but I hadn’t imagined that fate to be so burdensome. The path you must travel is not a narrow bridge but a razor’s edge, and perhaps even tantamount to holding back a chariot with a mantis’s arm..."