There teleports into the ruins of the Starstone Cathedral a wizard who follows Iomedae, who was oathbound to Keltham for a time but no longer, to gather up the three artifacts called Warmth and Light and Flame.

The three crowns don't form a set and you cannot wear them all at once to gain ultimate power.  They are simply there to help.

And Iomedae's wizard gives a wondering sad look to the remnant of the Starstone, now dimmer.  The Starstone is no longer defended, but anyone who touches it now will be destroyed, if they have no gods to defend them in their ascension.  Reaching the Starstone was never really the hard part in the first place, if anyone is that much the fool.  Once this Cathedral was defended at least against some gods, if not the likes of Asmodeus or Achaekek; but now that is no longer so.

And so Carmin departs to Lastwall, setting an illusion of warning glyphs in the air there before she goes, accompanied by warning animations; lest any touch the Stone and true-die.  Lastwall will return, perhaps, with greater troops than this, to claim the Starstone's remnant and make the reckless hear at least a disclaimer first.  But to muster her fellow Iomedaens will take time, now that she is no longer oathbound and her secrets are secrets no more.

So the Starstone, or its remnant, now lies alone and quiet, but for the seethe of lava and crackle of flames that will take long to subside—

The air beside the Starstone parts into the form of a Gate.

And from that Gate, Fe-Anar comes forth,

And an old woman,

And her husband.

Huh!  That hasn't happened before—

—but Nethys is the only god who sees, and His splinter can speak of it to no one, for there is present a Power in whose domain lies secrecy.

And Fe-Anar touches to the Starstone, with his bare hands, three great diamonds, which Fe-Anar now at INT 30 has comprehended and prepared and enchanted; for which sake Dispater yielded the greater part of His personal treasury of spellsilver, accumulated over millennia, simply to burn as much magic into those three diamonds as they could hold;

Those diamonds were already made lesser artifacts, and now into them, begins to flow the last of the Starstone's fossilized godhood, transforming them into greater and divine artifacts;

And all this is done, not to make those three diamonds powerful, for none of that is power;

Rather, it has all been to make them a container of true power.

And She who was once a mortal soothsayer, called then Aerecura, before she stole divinity of Pharasma Herself,

Begins to glow with a white-golden light.

And he ascends towards godhood as slowly as he possibly can, fighting to hang onto every shred of his mortality with every scrap of his raised Splendour, pouring the last of the Starstone's captured divinity through himself and into the artifacts that are now becoming themselves; even as all of his augmented Intelligence is entirely devoted to making and completing the three Containers of Radiance, to capturing and holding and structuring what Erecura now gives back and shines forth,

And there is even mortality left in Fe-Anar, he is only half-way to divinity, when the Containers are complete;

And before Fe-Anar can lose himself and become a god, Dispater raises His mace of office; and with all His might, bellowing a vast roar that echoes all through Absalom, He smashes the Starstone.

That cannot be concealed, and many gods turn their attention from Zon-Kuthon's vault to stare back at Absalom again in sudden and considerable alarm.

And Fe-Anar who has become something more than he was,
not from having touched the Starstone, but from learning the truth of his own character,
gives a brilliant imperishable Radiance to Erecura and another to Dispater,

(All three of the bearers having been bound around with a vastly carefully-composed oath of mutual interest and thorough honest cooperation, whereof which Dispater has sworn from sixty-six different angles that He has not tried and will not try to pull anything sketchy or unexpected,)

And she-who-was-Aerecura, much diminished but still not just an ordinary god,
reaches into the shattered Starstone and draws forth the indestructible awfulness that lies at its center,

the cysted remnant of a stillborn universe, of a flawed and failed Creation,

a thing of indeterminate size, at once light enough to hold, and heavy enough to bore through a moon,

and the awful green brilliance that shines out from it sure looks poisonous, and would dissolve even a god if they were unprotected by the Radiance that stabilizes Creation,

but the three of them hold Radiances, and they withstand it.

Dispater opens another Gate then, and in that dread green brilliance it seems to gape wider than even a god's Gate should.

And the three of them pass through that Gate to a place that should have been less simple to reach, into the heart of the Gardens of Erecura.

There was a great golden Ship buried beneath those Gardens, but it need not be raised; for now there is a better alternative, that was also prepared-for.  All those who'll go have stayed, and those who'll stay have gone.

Erecura raises the hand holding the Starstone's poisonous center high, even as Her other hand grips a Radiance;

green brilliance flows about Her form as though She wore a cloak of it, twists about Her head in twin pointed vortices; and the local distance metric deforms around that power, light wavering and distorting and showing glimpses of gaps into starlight through the haze in which She's cloaked;

And with a huge crack that echoes through nine layers of Hell, She rips out the Gardens of Erecura from the fabric of Dis;