Aeon roared with ecstatic laughter. Amanata, seeing that defeat was inevitable, seized the opportunity while Aeon was distracted and immediately fled with Yeager.
The laws were rapidly dissipating. Their ancient god status was precarious, and the rules that bound ancient gods naturally lost their efficacy and could no longer be maintained.
The two ancient gods charged headlong, beginning to envy Shar and Suren, who had been teleported out of Faerûn. At least they still had a chance of survival.
The dim crystal wall could no longer restrain them. However, after leaving the crystal wall, Yeager and Amanata crashed headfirst into the radiant World Tree. Tike, in her true form, gladly accepted this gift that had come knocking on her door.
The turmoil in the Prime Material Plane began to subside. Under the triple onslaught of Aeon, Corellon, and Tike, the Force was meticulously stripped away, piece by piece.
The Tablet of Fate shone with golden light, its conspicuous cracks having vanished. Having devoured the laws, this divine artifact had, in essence, replaced the laws and become the key to controlling the world of Faerûn!
Corellon and Tike joined forces, vying with Aeon for control of the Tablet of Fate.
Controlling the two most intact and important poles of the world, Tike's influence over the Tablet of Fate was undeniably significant. Although Aeon tried his utmost to prevent it, the now-uncontrolled Tablet of Fate subconsciously moved away from the culprit who had damaged the world.
Tike's true form outside the crystal sphere seized the opportunity. While the two sides contended for the Tablet of Fate, she hurled the long-prepared Spear of Eternity at Aeon!
Aeon was forced to retreat. A golden ring appeared and clashed with the unerring Spear of Eternity, emitting a dull thud before both returned to their respective wielders.
Tike seized the Tablet of Fate, retreated, and hid within a void that appeared behind her.
Corellon broke out in a cold sweat. Facing the enraged Aeon and Tempus alone, he had no confidence in his ability to withdraw safely.
The World Tree appeared, carrying Tike's true form. Aeon looked at the trembling Spear of Eternity in her hand with a grave expression.
Tempus frowned as he looked at Corellon blocking his path. The next moment, a void appeared behind him. Messiah, clad in silver, lightly touched Tempus, and the Lord of War also vanished from the world of Faerûn.
The power of reincarnation began to circulate wildly once more. The dazed demons, like the devils, were drawn into the void and decomposed into pure soul essence and Force.
The divine power of Entropy smoothed out the remaining turbulence in the Prime Material Plane. Warm energy flows healed the shattered earth, and the dormant Elemental Planes began to revive.
The branches of the World Tree swayed, and dew dripped like mist. The souls of the dead were reborn into bodies through this grace, and even fallen deities were reborn from the Astral Plane.
In the depths of Hell, the Tablet of Fate quickly shifted allegiance due to Tike's maneuver. A new order began to emerge, suppressing Aeon according to its master's will.
"I'm sorry, Aeon," Tike said with a radiant smile. "May I ask you to die?"
The divine permissions of the same level locked each other out. Aeon's golden ring also became stagnant and tinged with silver after colliding with Messiah. Exhausted, Aeon had no recourse. Unwilling to await his doom, he turned and headed towards the Sea of Chaos beyond the world.
The azure Shield of the Lake Maiden appeared. The unsuspecting Aeon crashed headfirst into the shield, and then was pinned to the crystal wall by the swiftly arriving Spear of Eternity.
Tike did not dare to be careless. The World Tree rooted itself into Aeon, and with the aid of the Tablet of Fate, his body was ground to dust.
The Force surged like a tide, melting Aeon's body. Only his indestructible watch remained, which Tike collected.
The gods once again felt an irresistible pull, and they all detached themselves from the Prime Material Plane, arriving on a towering mountain.
Tike, holding the Tablet of Fate, stood at the summit. Under the awestruck gaze of the gods, she replaced Aeon's existence.
Tike's gaze swept across the gods. She raised the Tablet of Fate and forcefully hurled it downwards. Following the new master's command, the Tablet of Fate returned to the world that had birthed it!
The beings of the Prime Material Plane felt as if they had dreamt. They seemed to have left their bodies and flown to the sky, arriving in a pure white world.
The ground beneath their feet shattered and then rapidly reformed. The seawater that had swept across the land receded, and the oceans returned to tranquility. By the time they returned to their bodies, everything seemed no different from what they had seen before.
Having merged with the Origin, Tike effortlessly became the new Creator God! The world's rules were altered by her will, and alignments were no longer shackles binding the gods, freeing them all.
Yeager and Amanata also played their roles, controlling the sun and death to return to the Prime Material Plane, bringing light, warmth, and peace to the world.
The Sea of Chaos rippled. Tike, lifting a world, transcended from the dark Sea of Chaos. This world would henceforth be a place that demon gods and evil beings would shun. Many newly born worlds were attracted and attached themselves to the crystal sphere, forming a vast cluster of worlds. Tike did not resist their joining, opening her arms to welcome their arrival.
On the lightless, dark sea, a group of Creator Gods rose to welcome the arrival of the new transcendent. Ilúvatar gestured for Tike to sit beside him. The wills of the Creator Gods interlinked, extending towards the unknown distance.
Tike's gaze extended all the way, seeing Lambert, mounted on a horse, teaching swordsmanship to his apprentices. The reputation of witchers had improved considerably due to the increasingly frequent planar conjunctions. The soldiers under the rulers were still no match for the endless stream of monsters and evil spirits, so witchers found their use, and their circumstances naturally improved.
Beneath a festively decorated gilded archway, two sea goddesses were admiring the fireworks blooming in the night sky. In the Temple of the Queen of Heaven, believers came to offer incense in endless streams. The young temple pillar was flustered and turned his head, only to be bumped to the ground by a child borrowing a candle to light incense. The children scattered with laughter, searching for unlit firecrackers in the rising white mist. The temple custodian straightened his askew headdress, blushing under the elders' laughter.
Returning to the beginning of everything, the majestic Divine King on Mount Olympus sensed something, looked up at the empty sky, and smiled.
On a mist-shrouded island, some familiar faces were busy in an orchard. Philira led the Sirens in picking apples. Some dryads had returned to live on the mainland, leaving Philira on the island to shoulder more work. Fortunately, the Sirens could lend a hand, otherwise, Philira would have been overwhelmed.
Carrying a basket of apples, Philira hurried back to the temple. She had to drive the golden-fleeced sheep back to the pen before nightfall.
Passing through the lush trees, the fragrance of lilies invigorated Philira, making her quicken her pace.
Following the stream to the edge of the pond, Philira saw a familiar figure. The apples in her arms rolled to the ground. Philira couldn't help but cover her mouth to stifle a gasp.
"Your Highness!"
The figure by the pond turned its head and said with a smile, "Long time no see."