Under normal circumstances, merely stacking power and strength should not be able to harm Them, especially if it does not involve mysteries of a comparable level. But at this moment... from the impact of that explosion, They clearly felt a mystery... No, not just a mystery on par with Their own. It was far more lofty and profound than Their own. It was as if it were from that deity glimpsed during Their dawning, who was honored with the eternal sun as Its divine name. Although its scale could not compare with that supreme deity, in terms of its foundational principles, it seemed extremely similar, as if coming from the same origin. The moon's radiance may be dazzling, the brightest celestial body in the night sky. However, in the presence of the sun's brilliance, the bright moon's light is nothing more than the glow of a firefly.
BOOM—
That twisted and bizarre Crimson Red Moon dimmed in an instant. But in the span of a moment, it was forcefully mended by the summoned Divine Power. Just like Their Blood Tribe vassals, immortality was the Crimson Red Moon's forte; even amongst all True Gods who had ever existed, it was an absolute strength. Massive Divine Power gathered from the Astral Realm, barely reigniting the light of the Crimson Red Moon and shielding the core realm of Camelot. Then, one-thousandth of an instant later, the blood-red moonlight shattered once again. In just a few breaths, the cycle of destruction and reconstitution repeated dozens of times.
Although not knowing what means that individual, who seemed to have some connection to Augutina, used to achieve such destructive power... Such an energy release, capable of threatening Fabled Creatures, definitely could not go on indefinitely... As long as there was a moment of respite, They could use Their secret Authority to break free from the lock. Then, forsaking the Main Material Plane and everything in the Imaginary Zone, even abandoning Their Divine Kingdom and all of Their devotees, preserving only Their core Divinity, Authority, and self-awareness, They would flee far into the Astral Realm. Then, They would lie dormant...
Yes, They did not entertain thoughts such as vengeance. Crimson Moon had survived to this day since the First Era, while many deities of the same age had ceased to exist. Some were waiting for resurrection in the depths of the Astral Realm; others had their Divine Thrones usurped. Crimson Moon's longevity was due precisely to Its prudence, or perhaps Its ability to cling to life.
But just as such thoughts began to rise in the ancient Abyss deity's divine consciousness, in the next instant, They saw a golden light. A cold yet melodious voice rang out in the Astral Realm and also beside Their ear.
"It has indeed been a long time, Crimson Moon.
"Unexpectedly, to encounter an acquaintance from the First Era here.
But only Crimson Moon Itself knew. Their survival from the end of the First Era... was not because They were stronger than those ancient gods who died in battle, nor because Their own Authority was particularly adept at preserving life, or Their immortality so exaggerated. The sole reason for Their survival was just one— They had been a coward. After Their Divine Kingdom and more than half of Their Divine Throne were shattered by a single blow, They had immediately chosen to flee far into the Astral Realm... Though They claimed to have experienced that Era-ending divine war, Their participation rate was probably akin to throwing a shuriken from eight hundred miles away and then immediately running for Their life.
"You are... the Golden Elf of the Black Tower?"
A violent clanging sound, like that of a resonating bronze bell, rang out: "No, impossible! Wasn't your true body exiled to the end of the Dimensional Void at the end of the First Era, never to return...?"
In the Astral Realm, the brilliance of the Crimson Moon surged, exploring the surrounding profound cosmos, but failed to capture the slightest trace.
"There's no need for you to remind me of that again.
"Although it's true my true body is indeed still trapped at the edge of dimensions.
"However, this is the Astral Realm. Even if I need to cross the barriers of thousands of worlds and the rifts between dimensions...
"Here, I still possess the strength of a single finger."
The light of the Crimson Red Moon flared violently. Even knowing this was not the opponent's true body. It was just a voice that had crossed countless dimensions, transmitted from the edge of the Multiverse.