Abel may have enough dragons, but their magical power is inevitably severely limited.

They can only occupy the sky, but are forever bound under the sky.

Emiya and the others will be teleported to the moon, and then jump into Abel from there, diving directly into the airspace where Halua is.

Three Dragons on Abel

The Church of Magic in Waterdeep was once one of the largest churches in the city. But after the day of the Arcane Plague, even though the remaining priests, deprived of their divine power, had exhausted all possible means, the Moon Goddess Selune intervened in time, distributing divine spells on behalf of the vanished Magic Goddess for nearly a hundred years...

However, the goddess of magic is dead. This kind of thing has gradually become something that even a three-year-old child knows in Faerun.

For several generations, the third generation of the Goddess of Magic showed no signs of recovery—in Faerun, a land teeming with miracles, this fact was a death sentence for the church. No matter how steadfast the priests were, the church would inevitably lack successors and find it difficult to attract new members.

Not to mention, directly across from the Magic Church lies the ever-popular Moon Church. When both gods are active, this arrangement can invisibly bring the followers of both churches closer. However, if either falls into decline, the Magic Church's remaining vitality will be irreversibly drained away.

However, within just a few days, the Church of Magic regained its vitality - countless people from Waterdeep who witnessed the invaders' defeat at the hands of the All-Knowing One stepped into the already dilapidated temple, making the weather-beaten building almost shaky.

In Faerun, believers aren't the only ones who enter the temples of their respective gods. Quite the contrary, the Faerunians' faith is, in a sense, a kind of pan-faith: even though most people, for various reasons, have a lifelong patron saint, they still pray to the deity in charge when faced with a particular situation.

Now, as the deity that saved Waterdeep, nearly half of the city's inhabitants sought to pray to the self-proclaimed all-knowing goddess of magic—tens of thousands of people nearly dealt a final blow to the ancient temple. Yet, with a single flash of light, the temple was completely renovated with the most sturdy and luxurious building materials. This miracle only intensified the visitors' devotion.

Of course, the All-Seeing One might reveal himself before the Chosen and the High Harpers, but he would not allow the entire Waterdeep to see his face directly.

Mystery, majesty... these were also weapons used to spread faith. Only a goddess as approachable as Tymora could truly sit in a casino and watch others gamble away their money without any airs. And only a goddess like Tymora could directly hold a meeting with her followers during a turbulent year, letting everyone know that the goddess of luck had descended upon the city.

However, even though the All-Knowing One will not show up, she actually still "exists" in the temple, observing the Deep Water people who are worshipping with the senses of a god.

But at this moment, her heart was constantly talking to itself.

An old voice said, "If such actions can be successfully expanded, using the name of Mystra, even without collecting the magic web, we can regain the throne of God."

However, she retorted, "The magic web left behind by the first Goddess of Magic, the incarnation of the magic web, is the true core that allows the Goddess of Magic to surpass all other gods. A mere God of Magic is just an empty title. Such a god cannot achieve any of our goals."

The old man said, "Indeed. We must be cautious. While draining the magical weave beneath Cyre will certainly open the gateway to the heart of the demonic realm, the earth-shaking surge of magical power could very well destroy all of East Faerûn. Elminster and the Seven Sisters' understanding of the magical weave is no less profound than mine. As our plan progresses, they will eventually discover this."

"We just need to keep them from worrying about Sel," she replied. "Xinbu, who has the closest connection to the Weave, has recovered somewhat. Unfortunately, his mental state has only improved from that of an infant to a toddler, and he can only speak a few simple words in the Common Language."

The old man said, "No time... no time... I thought you were the busiest one."

"Busy? Yes, but not so busy that I can't think," she said. "The baatezu are a good enough group of subordinates—they do fight among themselves, but they barely share the same goals. For a tribe, this level of organization is enough to unleash terrifying energy. I don't need to plan every detail."

"So, what is your conclusion about the most critical issue at the moment?" asked the old man.

Only regarding this question did she fall into a brief silence, then gave a decisive answer: "There is no doubt that Midnight has been resurrected. However, she is very weak, so she dare not make a direct announcement like us, and instead hides here and there. We are already one step ahead."

However, this answer did not satisfy the old man. Finally, he asked the most crucial question: "...So, what are the possibilities for that one?"

"She..." Her voice trembled for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "She is indeed the most dangerous. Mystra, even in her incarnation, could make Helm tremble. Even so, this second-generation goddess of magic has only inherited a few fragments of Mystrel. But unfortunately, I think she is also the least likely to be resurrected."

"Why? A Seraph of the magical pantheon displayed terrifying power outside Candlekeep. Looking back now, only another Seraph could have captured Zariel alive—her servants had descended upon the material plane for the first time in millennia. Why?"

"Coincidentally, this question has a very clear answer: she came to the Material Plane simply to find a job for her student. Because the job was too insignificant, this Seraphim didn't even stay in the Material Plane for long and left soon after."

"...Seraphim have students?" The old man was a little confused. "Of their skills, only martial arts can be taught to mortals. Among the new young people, only Mars of Candlekeep has become famous. But he is the son of Baal and a student of Apodel, and has no relationship with the Seraphim. Coincidentally, the activities of this Seraphim do overlap greatly with Mars. Could this be some kind of fraud?"

Omniscient Duyi really doesn't want to talk about this topic.

In short, as more and more things were revealed, even she, who claimed to have planned everything perfectly, could not help but be speechless.

"...No, now it seems that her student is probably Emilia from Lunya."

The old man was silent for a moment, then said, "Emia of Lunya wasn't at the center of the stage at first—he had no sect or affiliation, wasn't a harpist, and wasn't a member of the church. And the reason he was inexplicably thrust into the center of the stage was entirely thanks to the gods, not the gods themselves."

"...It's all in the past." She rarely avoided the subject. "Right now, that Emilia is probably on the moon. I hope he never comes back—taking the secret with him."

"Perhaps. But he has a lot of help." The old man paused and said, "At least more than us."

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(There is not much description of Toril's satellites. Many of the settings are made by the author for performance effects. Do not use them as a reference.)

"I'm...coming up now." Sig jumped tentatively, then slowly descended like a light feather. "...I used teleportation, then slowly floated down for a few minutes, passing through that layer of silver phantom light...and now I'm here?"

"Yes," Emya replied. "Teleportation doesn't have any hard upper limit on distance. Theoretically, I can teleport to an infinitely distant place. Its flexible limit is that as the teleportation distance increases, the upper limit of the deviation also increases. The distance between Selûne and Toril is approximately 384403 kilometers, and the diameter of the moon is only 3300 kilometers... Well, to be honest, that might be a big problem. But the good news is that the universe is vast enough that even if we deviate, we won't collide with a planet... If we can still find the location of Toril and the moon."

Of course, a deviation of tens of thousands of kilometers is certainly a very scary thing... The reason they dared to come directly to the moon was because they received lunar soil from the moon, which they used as a medium for teleportation.

"...So small." Elastrid was preoccupied with something else. She tentatively reached out her hand toward the dark sky, easily taking the entire Toril into her palm. "...Toril is only a few times larger than the moon, so it can fit in one hand?"

"This multiple represents the diameter comparison between Toril and Selûne," Mars replied. The brilliant student was clutching several large star maps in his hands, deep in thought—after they landed, they would need these maps to confirm Halrua's exact position on the planet.

"...This is the full picture of Toril." Halffont's reflections are particularly touching, "Oceans, forests, grasslands...not gray and white."

And Yin was poking Emiya's waist with his elbow: "Why don't you say anything?"

"It's just that it's still a little hard to imagine that I really only used one spell to cross the vast distance between the earth and the moon." Emilia murmured.

Unfortunately, he was not qualified to say the famous saying: This is a small step for him, but a big step for mankind.

The Moon is indeed an unusual place on Toril, but it does not hold the same importance as it does on Earth.

Although Toril's moonlight is also silver, this is actually some kind of illusionary light emitted by Selûne - the actual Toril moon is a land that is equally vibrant, with vegetation and water sources. There are also a certain number of residents on it - of course, the level of development is far from comparable to Toril.

However, exploring the moon wasn't the purpose of their trip. Besides finding a starting point, more importantly, there was a wizard who had studied Abel's dragons for many years and was willing to provide them with some assistance.

The old wizard, through the Eltoril people, sent them lunar soil to help with teleportation positioning, and claimed that he would wait for them at the teleportation point.

However, they had been waiting in the deserted and secluded Moon Forest for more than ten minutes, and there was still no sign of the old wizard appearing.

… Hell, they didn't even know the old wizard's name.

Such a major matter didn't need to be resolved within a few days, but waiting aimlessly wasn't their style.

Are they going to camp on the moon for several days?

At this moment, Yin suddenly pointed to the end of the field of vision: "He's coming."

"...and he's very strong!"

Almost the entire team stood up at once.

Yin has always been a nonchalant person and almost never directly praises others' abilities.

Emiya lowered her head slightly.

After all, it's strange that a great wizard would ask an Eltoril to act as a messenger... Elturgard is not known for its arcane magic and does not have any special reputation in the mage world.

Honestly, if a mage wants to help, asking the Harper for help is a very reasonable development.

He was a real old wizard: his hair and beard were all white, he wore a tattered grey robe, and a wizard hat that was too small and tilted. He walked towards this side briskly with a long staff.

But the strange thing is that he looks like he has had a hard life, his robe is full of patches, but his eyes are still bright.

He saw Emiya and his companions from afar, and his eyes lit up. He quickened his pace a little. "Oh my! It's rare to see adventurers so respectful of the elderly these days! I'm so sorry, I was waiting for you on the moon a long time ago, but the sun came up a little late today, and I overslept. But I hope I'm not too late, right?"

Emiya didn't answer.

Although Emya's knowledge of astronomy was limited, she still understood some basics: the moon in this world also had an orbital period of about thirty days, and its rotation speed was slow - so one side of the moon was always facing Toril, and a day would last for nearly twenty days.

With such long days, it’s ridiculous to say that the sun comes out late!

However, facing an old wizard of this level, Emiya was too lazy to refute each sentence one by one. Instead, she simply introduced the entire team and asked, "Hello, Sage, what is your name?"

"My name isn't important. You wouldn't recognize it even if I told it to you. Just call me Waste Capital!" The mysterious mage observed their team with great interest, shaking his head as he looked. "My goodness, there are quite a few spellcasters in your team... But you really shouldn't bring warriors to a place like Halruaa. Otherwise, there's likely to be a fight due to occupational discrimination... If I'd known your team existed, I would have wanted to join and earn a living..."

At the end, his eyes met with Yin's.

Fei Ziben's voice suddenly stopped.

[…Yin, do you know him?] Emiya's heart skipped a beat, and she had a strange guess.

Yin narrowed his eyes slightly. "Back at Mount Heaven, a few canaries tied a blue ribbon around Sig's head. This blue ribbon helped that idiot grow quickly... The aura of that blue ribbon is the same as that of this mage."

No wonder he sent his message through the Eltoril people.

However, the old wizard's acting skills were exceptional. After a brief pause, he continued, "Actually, what I'm about to say isn't that important, because I don't know Abel's current situation either. For a team as reputable as yours, the biggest challenge in Abel would probably be how to deal with a metallic dragon, right?"

The old wizard turned around and waved his cane in the direction of Toril. "Metal dragons are good, and colored dragons are evil... This statement is certainly correct, but not entirely. Unfortunately, there is a very special branch of true dragons."

He said slowly, "The battle between the Platinum Dragon God and the Five-Colored Dragon Queen has been going on for a very long time. However, in the beginning, when these two Dragon Gods were only considered latecomers, a more serious split broke out among the True Dragons. You should know the first and greatest Dragon God, Io, whom you can also call Asgeras.

At this moment, this somewhat strange wizard suddenly shouted, "Ah, I actually said the most crucial word wrong? Dragon God, no, no, he is not the Dragon God. Or rather, whether he is the Dragon God or not is the origin of the first split of the dragon!

"In the dawn of the world, gods were born from the interaction of spirit and matter. Later, their kingdoms were located in the Outer Planes, while their churches took root in the Material Plane. But while countless churches flourished, don't you find it strange? The Inner Planes, opposite the Outer Planes, where the elements roamed, maintained a strange silence. While those few elemental lords were indeed powerful, their numbers were far fewer than those of the gods of the Outer Planes.

"The reason is simple. Incredibly powerful creatures have also been born in the inner planes. You can call them Dawn Titans, or Wild Spirits—these most powerful elemental creatures engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the gods...

At this time, Sig couldn't help but hide behind Emiya and said cautiously: "Are you going too far off the topic?"

Are you really planning to start from the beginning of time?!

"Go away!" The old wizard waved his hand at her, seemingly annoyed. "I was just one sentence away! The problem is—the great nine-faced dragon god Asgoras is both a desolate spirit and a god!"

"...Uh." Mars took a slight breath.

Just by hearing the last sentence, everyone present immediately understood why the real dragon was split.

It would be better to say that in this either-or situation, division is natural.

"What happened next was simple—half the dragons followed the Wild Spirits, and the other half followed the gods. A fierce battle ensued. The gods emerged victorious, occupying numerous worlds, including Toril. However, the Wild Spirits have since vanished completely, leaving no trace." The old wizard chuckled. "Now it seems that Abel is likely the hiding place of those Wild Spirits... perhaps even just one of them."

"In short," the old wizard clapped his hands. "If my estimate is correct, the dragons of Abeir and the dragons of Toril have been sworn enemies for a long, long time. Their hatred for each other even predates the complete feud between Bahamut and Tiamat... As for whether the dragons of Abeir have also become divided into good and evil, I'm not sure—

"In short, just kill them. Don't worry. Likewise, they won't hesitate to kill you. Besides, let me tell you, those dragons following the Wild Spirit aren't very smart. They don't understand magic at all, and they completely use magic as a substitute for dragon breath... They're nothing more than a bunch of savage dragons!"

Emiya, however, was more concerned with another question: "...You just said that Abel might be the territory of the Wild Spirits? They are creatures capable of wrestling with gods. So, should we even be prepared to slaughter them?"

"...That's hard to say." The old wizard frowned. "I can only say that they are definitely weaker than the true gods..."

At this, the old wizard blinked, then angrily struck Emiya on the head with his staff. "And weren't you going to rescue people? When did you secretly change your goal to pierce Abel?"

"Alright, that's all I have to say." The old wizard stood up decisively. "Also, I asked you to meet on the moon because I have something else to give you... and judging by the time, it's almost here."

The great wizard extended his staff and pointed at the sky.

Following his command, a three-masted sailing ship, more than ten meters long, slowly emerged from the clouds of the moon.

...No, to be precise, there are three mainmasts.

In fact, various tiny masts stretched out from all directions of the hull like hedgehogs, and the sails on them had already been inflated, absorbing the strong winds from the lunar surface.

This sailboat is actually sailing in the sea of ​​clouds relying on the wind.

Elastrid grew up in Baldur's Gate and was accustomed to seeing ships coming and going. Her reaction was the most intense: "...What is that!? What is that? A ship is flying? Why can ships fly?"

"...Halrua's airship!?" Mars couldn't even think about the star map at this point. He immediately pulled out a pen and paper and began sketching. "How could you possibly have something like this?! Isn't this Halrua's top secret?"

"—Amazing!" Yin cheered. "During the Nether Age, there had been little progress in miniaturizing Nether energy cores for nearly a thousand years. The smallest object capable of flying was an entire city. And yet the Halruaan have achieved a breakthrough in this area?"

The airship was seen getting closer and closer to Emiya and the others, and then several rudders extended from the bottom, eventually leaving a long trail in front of them and completing the final landing.

"The Halruaan airship... well, it's kind of an expensive toy, somewhere between expensive and completely unsaleable." The old wizard shrugged. "I put in a lot of effort, but this is the only one I've collected on the moon."

At this point, the old wizard's face darkened and he spat to the side, "You haven't been to the ruins of Halruaa, have you? Those red-robed wizards dug up a lot of scrapped airships from the ruins of Halruaa, and now they've pieced together four or five of them... I only have one! How did they even get them?"

As he spoke, he pulled Emiya to his side: "—Boy, you seem to be very good at making equipment, right? And you can also bargain down the prices of various wonderful things?"

Emiya suddenly had a bad feeling, but the situation was stronger than she was. With such a valuable gift placed before her, she could only reply, "...if I can learn it."

"Well then." The mage pointed at the nearly extinct Halruaan airship. "Let me tell you, this ship, even within Halruaan, is worth a full four hundred thousand gold coins, and it's practically unavailable to outsiders. Now, you're going to rescue Halruaan, so they definitely can't hold back, right? Okay, this ship is yours. When you come back, you have to return twenty to me. Isn't that too much to ask?"

Isn't this too much? !

Even though Emilia had prepared herself mentally, she almost cursed out loud at this moment: "I've only ever heard of 'nine out, thirteen back', which is a very unscrupulous loan sharking practice. This is the first time I've heard of 'one out, twenty back'!"

Four Falls into Abel

"How can this be compared with the usury of those gangs!" Fei Ziben glared.

Although Elminster of Shadowdale has a dark history that is difficult to tell to outsiders, its appearance is still very intimidating to young people who are unaware of the situation.

And the one in front of Emilia...

Although Metatron often calls herself a wild mage, in fact, when she shrinks her body, she just looks a little tall.

——This mage who calls himself Fei Ziben really fits Emilia’s impression of the so-called wild mage!

"Come, come, let me show you the extraordinary features of this ship!" The strange wizard grabbed Emilia's arm without saying a word and tried to drag him onto the boat.

Of course, Emilia didn't want to be dragged around like this...

However, this seemingly unremarkable wizard was so powerful that Emiya's struggles couldn't even make the strange wizard tremble. The wild wizard just took a step forward, and Emiya felt like he was hit by a truck. The precious wizard's robe creaked when it was pulled, and it was about to be torn in two in the next second.

However, as long as Emilia followed the wild wizard obediently, he could not feel any power, as if it was really just a weak old man pulling her.

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