At this moment, David, like the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat, silently watched the Dragon Mother's retreating figure as she slowly soared towards Warrior's Rest.

The crimson Pafila, too, was like a sharp spear leading the charge on the frontline.

Behind her, the shadows of Chromatic Dragons filled the heavens and the earth.

Upon the lands bordering the Divine Realm were demonic legions, surging like a vast ocean, flooding toward the War God's realm.

Without a doubt, this was a war.

This war, instigated by both his mother and the Chromatic Dragon Queen, could potentially last for decades, centuries, or even millennia. It would stretch across many planes of the Multiverse—a relentless divine conflict.

David only slightly regretted that his sister Tania wasn't there to witness this magnificent scene. Otherwise, she would have been left agape, exclaiming,

"Cool!"

But this is my mother in this world. What an honor! David thought, an inexplicable sense of pride and emotion welling in his heart.

Yet, as the figure of Dragon Mother Pafila gradually faded into the shadows of the Divine Realm, the hell and the shadow of the Divine Realm that had descended upon the material world because of her began to dim as well.

For a moment, it was as if he was the only one left in this devastated world. It felt somewhat lonely.

David chuckled to himself, but his heart was once again filled with doubt because of his mother's last words:

He could understand beating the War God's followers and the Drow.

The former could help his mother weaken the War God Faction's faith, and the latter amounted to limiting the Spider Queen's gains from the war.

But the only thing...

Why did she tell me to be careful of Bahamut? he wondered.

Even though he was a Red Dragon, could Bahamut really seek to utterly obliterate him for some reason?

It seemed there was nothing he had done to incur the collective wrath of the Dragon Gods, right?

The only difference was that his mother, Pafila, had ascended to godhood.

Was it because of that?

After all, Bahamut was the king of good dragons. It would be out of character for him to do something so detrimental to dragonkind, right?

Most importantly, he had never heard of Bahamut getting personally involved in any matter, at least not on the Elariya plane.

Indeed, even during the divine war Tiamat instigated against the War God Faction, he had not once seen Bahamut make an appearance; not even a single Metal Dragon had shown up.

As a Dragon God with a completely opposite stance to Tiamat, his inaction was the most puzzling aspect to David.

Ultimately, without more clues, David decided to set aside these doubts for the moment and planned to ask his father, Attilicia, later.

As a follower of the Platinum Dragon God, he ought to know something about this deity.

Moreover, there was no more time to linger on these concerns.

For, as Warrior's Rest shattered, many fragments, no longer guided by the Divine Realm, shifted from incorporeal to corporeal, and suddenly, it was as though the sky fell...

Countless meteors of fire streaked through the atmosphere, stars falling like rain.

"What the hell!" David blurted out, as he suddenly realized that some of them were on a trajectory toward the Old Continent, falling directly toward his Dragon Nest encampment.

After the tsunami subsided, the Drow Hiatt, who had just surfaced, saw her Dragon Lord speeding toward the camp with four streaks of flame spewing from his wings, seemingly having utterly forgotten her, his not-yet-official consort...

Hiatt opened her mouth then closed it again. She didn't dare to summon her Dragon Lord through the Soul Prism to catch a ride. Instead, she expertly took a Water Lung Herbal Potion from the strap around her thigh, downed it, and then swam toward the Continent, her face pale.

「In the New Continent Granyel, outside the Silver Dragon Mage Tower.」

Attilicia, who was feeling anxious over David's sudden disappearance, paced back and forth upon the lush meadow.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of heart palpitations struck him, turning his usually handsome face somewhat pale.

What on earth is wrong with me? It felt as though something essential had been hollowed out from his very core, or as if something immensely important in his dragon life was drifting away from him.

Then he saw the nearby High Elf Yevgeny, who was waiting for a response from 'the other side,' suddenly standing frozen like a statue.

"What happened? Did something happen to David Uthos?" Attilicia felt an unexplained fear, dreading to hear any dreadful news about his son from the High Elf.

"Ascended to godhood? Impossible! How can that be?" Yevgeny mumbled in response, seemingly struggling to rebuild her shattered worldview.

According to her long-established thinking, one first had to possess divinity, guide followers, and establish a church. Then, one had to carefully define one's doctrine and declarations, until finally igniting the divine fire and, supported by mortal faith, ascending to the heavens (the Pantheon).

This was common knowledge among most mortals. However, for many of them, including herself, even advancing their expertise in a certain skill to a 'divine field' of mastery was a luxurious hope. The subsequent elevation to a Legendary Destiny, the search for divinity, and ascension to godhood were even more remote.

However, at this moment, what she was witnessing through the Soul Prism from Hiatt on the surface of the sea completely overturned her past understanding.

It turned out there was another path, one she had never heard of: sleep a few times, wake up a legend, and then, after another sleep, find a domain and divinity untouched by any existing being.

Then, in one strike, tear through the barriers between the material world, the Astral Plane, and the outer planes all the way to the Pantheon, thereby proving one's godhood.