Attilicia misunderstood when she heard this, her heart overrun with complex emotions. On one hand, she felt that Pafila had taken her son's path to divinity, and on the other hand, she knew Pafila was taking the blame for David's defiance. After a long silence, with a somewhat hoarse voice, she asked, "Did the War God come after you?"

"Yeah, I just wiped out five legends, and now I've got him trapped. Tiamat, Rose and I are attacking Tempas's Divine Realm. That's the situation, take good care of Tania. I have to go now. If you need me, just call out my name like this. Of course, we're busy fighting at the front, and being in Tempas's Divine Realm, as a new god with feeble divine power, I might not be able to respond immediately."

Pafila had not waited for Attilicia to recover from her shock before she cut off the connection.

"Divine battle? Are you gods seriously going to war over such a small amount of divinity?" Attilicia had just exclaimed in astonishment when she was startled to see what looked like the golden-red phantom of a Divine Realm flash across the sky. Then, it split open. Countless fragments of Divine Realms, large and small, fell like meteors. Particularly, perhaps due to descending through dimensions, many pieces rapidly and infinitely expanded upon entering the material plane, filling the entire view. The largest piece, plummeting toward the Endless Western Sea, gave the illusion, as it passed overhead, that a 'New Continent' had fallen from the heavens, threatening to crush them all.

Attilicia's face, initially flushed with excitement, turned pale again as she murmured, "Pafila, you're really stirring up a dragon-size problem... Are you trying to reap us all together?"

This rain of meteoric Divine Realm fragments posed a threat to the existence of the minor material plane of Elariya. Aside from the Dragons, who could soar into the sky, could any life remain unscathed?

Just as all beings once again faced an apocalyptic disaster caused by the Crimson Calamity and fell into despair, the god they prayed to responded to them vividly. For a moment, miraculous divine signs, exceedingly rare in the recorded history of Elariya, descended in great numbers across the New Continent.

The divine sign that appeared within the borders of the Elven Kingdom where Attilicia was located came from the god of the Elves, the Elf King—the creator, guardian, and ruler of Elves, the Protector of Life—Corellon. He calmed the earthquake that had just struck and subdued the towering tsunami coming from the eastern coast through the majestic divine power of his avatar. At that moment, all who witnessed the divine sign fell to their knees in fervent worship, chanting the god's name.

This should have been a joyous occasion, but for some reason, Attilicia, the Godchosen, perhaps because she unconsciously trusted Pafila, saw through her eyes what ordinary creatures could not—a critical moment where countless golden pillars of faith soared into the sky, like a rainstorm with gravity reversed, plummeting toward the heavens.

Only then did Attilicia realize that most gods, it turned out, also cared about the return on investment...

What Attilicia didn't know was that the gods aspired for more than she could have imagined.

Several hundred kilometers away from the Dewensen city walls, as the Elves gasped in amazement, a colossal Teleportation Gate suddenly opened. Countless fully armored High Elves, holding ceremonial flags, stepped out in neat formations. The female High Elf leading them, crowned and riding an oversized moose, commanded an involuntary sense of submission from all onlookers. So much so that the elven sentinels on the city walls involuntarily lowered their bows and swords. The grandiose sight before them inevitably brought to mind the epics chronicled in history books, of their ancestors' migration from Toriel en masse... No, it was even more magnificent and grand than the scenes described within those pages. At this very moment, a living epic was unfolding.

At the same time, David, who had just rushed back to the Old Continent's Dragon Nest encampment to use Dragon Breath to intercept those 'meteorites from beyond the heavens', encountered a similar scene. Before he could demonstrate his prowess in front of the young dragons, several streaks of Fire Dragon Breath shooting overhead shattered the meteorites to pieces.

David looked up in astonishment, only to see a Red Dragon, whose size rivaled his mother Pafila, flying out of a Teleportation Gate with a group of half-Drow, half-Dragon Dragonkin, and Vassals of various races. This Red Dragon differed from all others David had seen. Not only was it massive in size, but it also donned a full suit of heavy armor studded with sharp steel spikes, similar to that of Deathwing. The armor alone probably weighed more than David's entire family put together. What struck David even more was that embedded in the chest of the Red Dragon was a living Balor Fiend, still alive and writhing.

This exceptionally ancient Red Dragon, who indeed possessed a certain unique charm in David's eyes, sized up the approaching David and, opening its fierce maw, said, "Not bad, truly worthy of Pafila's direct lineage. At least by stature, one can tell you are of the seed of Sed Ponga. But why would you keep such a bunch of good-for-nothing dragon beasts? Did you fill your head with magma?"

David was somewhat displeased with this Red Dragon who started pointing fingers and making snide remarks, and despite having some guesses, he still patiently asked, "And you are?"

The ancient Red Dragon narrowed its displeased eyes slightly and introduced itself, "I am Xenophilius Christoph Chassitine Sed Ponga.

"I am the newly appointed Skanis Warden under Her Majesty Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat.

"What? Hasn't your mother mentioned me to you?"

David honestly shook his head and replied, "No, but your name seems familiar to me."

"Very well..." Christoph was about to continue, but then he heard David go on, "You wouldn't happen to be the unfortunate one who was taken by the Drow to become a breeding dragon while still in egg form, would you?"

"Kamoth Sakaith (Devil language: Motherfucker), you don't curse a dragon by revealing its scars like that." Muttering to himself, Christoph turned his head and commanded, "Yolanda, discipline this youngster first. Make him learn to address me respectfully as 'ancestor' before we talk."

"Yes, Father," said a Dragonkin whose appearance was closest to that of a Red Dragon, acknowledging the order.