He channels some of his attention, while he can, into the crown worn by his mortal form, that was prepared by spellcraft of Carissa Sevar to accept divinity into itself: and into that crown, by Keltham's will, as he wears it along his journey to godhood, he places as much of dath ilan's knowledge as he can place, to be used by a wearer out of Golarion with whom dath ilan might have touched fingers; not someone like a dath ilani, but someone on their own pathway toward a greater whole that dath ilan once hoped to join someday; an assistance to help other worlds along their own ways, to become themselves and not a copy of dath ilan, as dath ilan would also have asked of him;

And the crown awakens as an artifact, and knows of itself that it is the Flame of Civilization, to kindle in another place what burned elsewhere, though they be different fires that light;

As Carissa Sevar placed into Her own crown, greatest of the three, Her comprehension of Law and Spellcraft and magic's hidden order; tinged by her strength of will, and her fierce determination; to be wielded by one who chooses, with that knowledge, to protect souls and worlds from destruction; and that Crown awakens and reflects upon itself, and knows that it is the Light of Consciousness that must never be extinguished;

And final of those three is a crown once worn by Pilar Pineda, which device is also now a person, and that crown knows herself for the Warmth of Friendship; and that crown is not Snack Service, for Snack Service now is no more, but she bears Snack Service's last best wishes, and some of her imaginary personhood, and some of her power.

But soon enough Keltham can no longer try to channel divinity into his artifact-of-ascendance, soon enough He also falls into fractally shattered dream and ascends—

But it is over more quickly, for Him; He is making Himself into the least powerful god who can do a single task.

And Keltham claims for Himself this divine portfolio:

He is foremost the Neutral god of Kelthamness, with domains of 'being Keltham', 'staying Keltham', and 'becoming more Keltham',

But also He is the god of being in one place and then another; and god of things being made of math; and somewhat the god of silent death, since that part of Achaekek's essence was like right there and it seems potentially helpful.

It can weaken you, to try to be that strange and specific as a god, but Keltham does not need to be any stronger than He is become.  One task only lies ahead of Him.

And when Keltham has finished ascending, and vanished about His purpose in Creation,

After the deadly focus of the gods shifts elsewhere,

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.