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Chapter 83 Uncertain Power: The Call From Afar
"I am no longer the goddess who weaves fate."

Lemnos, said Crotor to the darkness outside the temple.

The darkness is darker today than ever, because night falls in day.It blotted out the sun and the stars, and dragged the earth into a darkness worse than the abyss.

Outside the temple, Hypnos, the god of sleep, hides in the darkness.

The darkness is like a mask, which can restrain his fear and awe a little bit.

but.

That's it.

Out of the natural fear of the inferiors towards the superiors, he still suppressed his inner anxiety and placed his body at the main entrance of the Vulcan Temple on the island according to the etiquette.

The flickering lights of the temple shimmered across the threshold, illuminating the dangling knuckles of Hypnos, the sleeping god.

He stared fixedly at the graceful and gentle goddess in the temple with his eyes wide open, but from the corner of his eye he uncontrollably glanced at the temple in front of him, at the unreal things hidden in the darkness in the temple.

It is rumored that Hephaestus, the god of fire, is located in the temple of Lemnos, and there is no statue of him.He regards this as his home.

But Hypnos, the god of sleep, still had a feeling.

"The terrifying god who is in charge of the flame is here. His gaze has never been far away, and he has always been on the favored one in front of him, hiding in the dark and invisible corner of the temple."

Hypnos subconsciously took a step back, trying to completely submerge himself in the darkness.

For darkness is the father he once thought.

He quickly stopped this behavior, and forced himself to go further, exposing most of his body to the dim light of the lamp.

because:

—Death is not terrible, but eternal silence is.

—He didn’t think of a father.Because his mother died, he had to lose his father too.Since then, I have been alone and wandering in the world.

So Hypnos, the God of sleep, wanted to end all this torment as soon as possible, so that he could return to the dark kingdom of the underworld, return to the warm kingdom of the dead, and teach his three thousand offspring.

But it would be irrational for him not to dare to show his eagerness in front of the benefactor of a terrifying god.

He forces himself to calm down as a way to have a calm conversation without losing decorum.

He said to Clotho, who was watching him gently in the temple: "But... His Majesty Vulcan and His Majesty Epimetheus are very good friends."

"And your glory is also greater than before..."

Clotho just smiled at him gently, as if feeling the sadness of the person in front of her, she said, "Hypnos, you have changed a lot."

"I know what you mean, I am indeed the only subordinate of Hephaestus right now."

"but……"

Clotho hesitated for a moment: "Even I am not sure whether I am the one he cares for. On a moonlit night, he clearly rejected everything, but earlier, he gave me the second second life."

"Now, the history books are not in my hands. I can't fight against the new god who is in charge of bad luck."

Hypnos thought it was a refusal.

Out of politeness, he comforted him before leaving: "Your worries may be unnecessary, His Majesty Hephaestus must have left you an extraordinary gift, but you haven't noticed it yet..."

……

After the sleeping god Hypnos left, Clotho sighed in the temple.

"Excessive?"

She went into a dark corner of the temple, where a spinning wheel lay quietly.

Above the spinning wheel, the thread of fate hangs down on the ground.

Since the authority was plundered by Hades through the secret way, I really have nothing.

Even these threads of fate are about to lose their strength.

Clotho stooped to collect them.

Looking at these silk threads that had lost their fate and fell to the ground, she suddenly thought of something.

Maybe...not really nothing.

She did have a gift.If Hypnos, the god of sleep, hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten it.

That's from the "history" shared by Hephaestus.

Immediately, "paintings" representing the past appeared in the temple, beside Clotho.The dim light from the "painting" dispelled the darkness in the corner of the temple.

This is "history".

She is not Hephaestus, and without his streamer, that "history" will be history, not "power".

She's just... the genus of the god of "history".

The height of her strength will not exceed the limit of the "Lord God", or even far inferior.

Feel the weak but resilient connection that goes deep into the distant chaos.

Cloto couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "I dare not ask for more from you, but if you can always be by my side, why would I not want to?"

Speaking of which, she froze for a moment.Immediately, he closed his eyes and felt the weak but tenacious bond and connection in the dark.

"Well……"

"My strength is the strength of Hephaestus, I can never surpass him, because he is the source of my strength..."

"And if you want to surpass the limit of my strength, only he can do it."

"So, why not just let him come?"

"Could it be that...my research on "history" is in the wrong direction?"

Sensing the "paintings" that appeared around him, which recorded the past, Clotho pouted strangely.

She looked a little embarrassed: "It seems... I made a mistake. A share of the authority that is the only one is naturally rejected by outsiders. I can use it, but I can't occupy it."

"so……"

For the first time since being shared power, Clotho's will followed the dark connection back to the past, looking for the source of her power.

She saw it.

The ancient god that I was thinking of was walking in chaos.He holds a lamp that emits brilliant light, and the faint light illuminates the infinite past world, which is so sacred and incomprehensible.

She wants to call him.

"Come back, Hephaestus."

The hidden connection seems to have heard her appeal.Beside the ancient god, an ancient book appeared out of thin air.

That is the ancient book that carries the "history", and it is the root of the connection between her and him.

A "door" from chaos to the world is opened by this "fundamental".

He stepped into the "gate"!
……

Stepping into the world through the crack, Hephaestus understood the changes in the world in an instant.

With the closing of the rift behind him, he held the streamer and looked at Clotto who was praying, and heard her calling: "Come back! Tireless fire!"

Then her will gradually returned.

Hephaestus smiled at her who opened her eyes: "Good job, Clotor."

Then he stepped out of the temple with his lantern and ascended to heaven on the island of Lemnos.

The infinitely deep night shivered because of his presence.

In such a trembling night, a round of dazzling "sun" suddenly appeared.

The mortals on the earth looking at the sky were first surprised, and then extremely terrified.

Because this "sun" is so unusual.

"It" has never been so far away, so far away is illusory.

Looking at "it", it seems to see a completely different world through "it".There is a giant tree connecting the sky and the earth, and a high mountain supporting the sky.And in the body of "it", a crow flew up and down, emitting infinite light and heat.

And in the eyes of Molos, the god of doom, the son of Hermamene.That gigantic "sun" that appeared suddenly and radiated endless light and heat was actually suspended by a thread and a wooden stick and held in the hands of a god? ! !
He was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something: "Mother God, save me!"

These are his last words.

In the sky, in the "sun", a beam of fiery light shines down.

He was reduced to ashes.

And the essence of his skin, the invisible authority that represents doom and doomed death, flies away to the kingdom of the dead and falls into the hands of a king...

(End of this chapter)