"Heavy Primordial Nucleus,"

"Fission Chain," Pafila whispered these phrases that no one but David, a transmigrator, could comprehend.

Watching this scene he had personally facilitated unfold, David felt as if he were a solitary dragon, raising his mother's Divine Realm from the material plane and hoisting it with immense power straight to the heavens, his soul swelling with pride and praise:

"Magnificent! Pafila!!!"

"CLEAVE!!!!!!"

Pafila's faint sigh in the wind fell upon the ears of the gods, yet it resounded like deafening thunder.

There were no doctrines.

There were no declarations.

With the faith of a single dragon, with a single Mana Energy Chain Cleave, she proved her godhood.

The grand and crimson god-slaying sword penetrated the barriers of four dimensions, bisecting the Divine Realm of the War God.

At the moment of this god-shaking strike, Uthgar, the Father of Battle, immediately embraced his divine form to evade. Though not struck directly, mere contact with the Magic Power triggered an instantaneous chain explosion. In less than a millionth of a second, this devastating fission reaction began: each drop of his Dragon Blood, containing 2.5×10^24 atomic nuclei, underwent fission, scattering his divine essence like dust to the farthest corners of the cosmos.

Unable to remain idle, the War God Tempas manifested an avatar before his Divine Realm. Standing like a towering Giant, he intercepted the blow with a shield that was a Divine Artifact.

The crimson Mana Energy chain reaction immediately veered, spraying to either side like a laser striking the face of a prism.

And though the War God's avatar stood resolute, everyone saw that this powerful divine incarnation was blasted back for more than a kilometer by this single blow from Pafila, who had just ignited her divine fire. The Divine Artifact in his hands nearly melted.

The lone peaks and plateaus that once stood tall in the Divine Realm collapsed like dominoes, breaking in the middle and smashing onto one another, toppling in a chain reaction.

The Eternal Fortress, symbolizing the Lady of Strategy, and the Crimson Tower crumbled to dust. Usgadat's domain was fractured beyond recognition. Caregus the Ravager was nowhere to be seen. On the border seas, the waves surged.

The Resounding Battlefields on either side and the lands of the Beastmen disintegrated along those two straight, endless Rift Valleys. The figures of countless supplicants were like stirred-up dust, directly weathering away.

When the chain reaction of this god-ascension cleave finally ceased,

An utter silence fell; the gods were speechless.

Only the War God's Divine Realm scattered like snow-foam in the blazing sun.

Countless island-sized fragments of the Divine Realm then fell like a myriad of meteors.

Plunging into the Outer Plane's heroic domain, the Garden of Joseph,

Plunging into the Astral Plane,

Plunging into... the material plane where David and Pafila now stood, Elariya.

The defensive framework of the War God's Divine Realm was destroyed by Pafila's single blow.

The gateway to Warrior's Rest within the Divine Realm now lay wide open.

Having lost their defensive line, the War God's side had no choice but to attempt to lure the enemy deeper, buying time to establish a second line of defense.

Before the gate of the Divine Realm that she had personally torn asunder with her claws, Pafila stood. Having now indisputably proven her divinity through overwhelming power, she could finally look upon her son openly. She spoke gently,

"Thank you, my child, David Uthos.

"When a great one falls, myriad life flourishes. Who knows, in the tens of millions of years to come, Elariya, nourished by the remnants of this Divine Realm, may ascend from a secondary material plane to a new prime material plane.

"The defeat of the War God's faction is now inevitable. Elariya, reborn from this cataclysm, will surely become a target of contention among civilizations.

"This is a brand-new era, an era we have created together.

"But I must now go to Warrior's Rest to fight and clear my debts to Tiamat.

"David Uthos, as my firstborn son, take good care of your sister Tania, and... your father.

"But also remember, fate is not the linear path preached by those charlatans; it is a wilderness of infinite possibilities.

"As your mother, I once had no choice, but you do.

"So, don't overthink things. Live a little more recklessly, like a true Red Dragon should.

"Otherwise, having 'crossed over' like this, wouldn't it be far too dull?"

Even though he had anticipated this moment, David, who had been under her care for nearly ten years, still felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow at the impending farewell. "But Father and I haven't had the chance to repay our debt to you yet."

Pafila just smiled and winked at him. "I've become a god, haven't I? Just make your offerings to me; I'll always be here waiting."

"..." David was speechless.

"Make sure your father remembers to repay his debt. If he dares to default on what he owes me, Pafila, tell him to be wary of my divine punishment."

"Understood, Mom." But as David smiled, about to say more, Pafila, head held high, strode towards the battlefield in the War God's Divine Realm. Her voice suddenly echoed in David's mind:

"Also, my child, if it's within your power, give the Drow and those followers of the War God a good thrashing for me.

"And Tiamat—she can be trusted, and you can cooperate with her, but do not get too deeply entangled.

"Her obsession with revenge runs too deep.

"Try your best not to get involved.

"Lastly, be careful of Bahamut.

"Goodbye, my child.

"I wish you a wild and unrestrained life in the material plane, to do as you please.

"I will be watching over you from the heavens."