Rumble!
Thunder roared madly within a palace built of coral and gemstones, flashing like a storm brewing in the depths of the sea.
"The Sea of Chaos!"
At the heart of the palace, seated upon a grand throne, was a man dressed in a simple robe. His ears were tall and pointed, his features strikingly sharp and handsome.
Yet, what was even more striking was the violent aura emanating from him—one that seemed ready to hurl a lightning spear into the ocean at any given moment.
His gaze stretched toward the Giant Court, his voice laced with unmasked hunger. He had long coveted the Sea of Chaos.
"This time, it's dangerous."
Standing beside him was a single figure—a woman of breathtaking grace and regal beauty. However, her expression was one of solemnity, revealing a wisdom that far surpassed that of the Elf King.
"Seizing control of the Sea of Chaos is no easy feat."
Bolts of lightning crackled from the Elf King's body, causing the entire palace to tremble violently. "I failed before. That dragon couldn't do it either!"
"But the Sea of Chaos may already be under control. Didn't you see that sun?"
Spoke Cohanim, the Elf Queen, with cold indifference, her eyes gleaming with an unfathomable depth.
"The sun? I'll devour it!"
The Elf King's fury seemed woven into his very essence, his voice thundering through the chamber, laced with a raw and insatiable hunger for that radiant sun.
To these ancient gods, neighboring or even distant pathways were all things to be consumed—but the closer ones were always the most tempting.
"Kill that sun, and both the Sea of Chaos and it shall be mine!"
His voice burned with madness, as if he were on the verge of storming into the Giant Court at that very moment.
"That dragon is thinking the same thing!"
"The ideal scenario? Roast the dragon and the sun together… then swallow the Sea of Chaos whole!"
Yet Cohanim remained unmoved by the vivid imagery, her expression betraying no flicker of excitement. She was not only the Queen of the Elves but also the strongest anchor that kept the Tyrant of the Skies tethered to the earth.
"The Wolf can no longer hold back. We shall be the last to enter the fray."
"That makes sense."
Her words managed to restrain the Elf King's violent impulses, forcing him to suppress the primal madness within and wait for the war in the Giant Court to unfold.
"The ancient gods are insane… but they are not fools."
Within the divine kingdom of the Primordial Sun God, Truman muttered this axiom once more.
Over the years, Sasrir had planted countless spies within the ranks of various ancient gods, allowing him to acquire firsthand intelligence. The great gods were now restless, their minds set on war.
"Leviheith, the Phantasmal Dragon, is the only one I've been unable to infiltrate."
There was a hint of regret in Sasrir's voice.
"Hmm."
Truman nodded slightly. The Phantasmal Dragon's domain was frustratingly elusive—almost unfairly so!
"Luckily, it's your problem, not mine."
He refocused his thoughts on his next task.
"Are you coming with me?"
Sasrir raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.
"If you don't, convincing Lilith will be difficult."
Truman pressed further, sensing his hesitation.
"I have too many matters to handle…"
The role of Vice Lord of Heaven was not merely a title; it meant overseeing all major affairs of the divine realm.
"Dump it on those idiots."
Truman cast a glance at the angels standing nearby and scoffed, "They're angels now. They can't just be fighting each other all day, right?"
"...Fine!"
Sasrir gritted his teeth before finally relenting. At least this time, he had a justified reason to leave.
"Medici, Leodoro, gather the army and prepare for war!"
"Ossikus, summon Ouroboros and monitor the battlefield. Report any changes directly to the Lord!"
His commands were swift and precise, and the angels bowed in solemn acknowledgment.
"Understood!"
At last, Sasrir turned to Truman, saying, "Let's go."
And so, the two set off toward Lilith's divine kingdom.
"Sasrir has left?"
The Primordial Sun God stirred at the change, his gaze drifting toward Lilith's domain, a rare flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Dreams… have such an effect?"
He murmured, encountering something even he could not fully comprehend.
Something had allowed Sasrir's humanity to resurface.
Even his inherent madness seemed quieter now, and with it, his own state seemed to have improved.
He was in worse shape than Truman had imagined…
In later eras, when the Fool ascended from Sequence 9, it was during a time when the Secrecy's influence was at its weakest, yet even then, after becoming a god, he was little more than a stitched-together mental abomination.
Now, as a dual-pathway true god, the Sun God's condition could only be worse. And Sasrir was the firewall keeping him in check.
"But… a dream come true?"
A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Sasrir… perhaps he's just exhausted, yearning for rest… yearning for freedom."
After spending time with Truman, his humanity had grown stronger, making him more like the man he had been before he fell into the Sea of Chaos.
"That is… a good thing."
Closing his eyes, the Primordial Sun God uttered a silent prayer.
"You may not believe me, but this is my first time leaving my divine kingdom."
Sasrir and Truman descended upon a land bursting with vibrant flora, bordering Lilith's kingdom.
"Which is exactly why I dragged you along."
They exchanged knowing smiles before turning their gaze toward Lilith's realm.
Above them, the crimson moon hung high, bathing the land in a soft, eerie glow. Countless flowers blossomed in untamed beauty, and a mystical spring wove through the landscape, sustaining both beasts and plants alike.
Among the trees grew wheat, rice, and all manner of fruit-bearing plants—yet also, the presence of true Bloodkind.
"Lilith, an ancient god of the Moon Pathway and part of the Mother Pathway, even having devoured other Sequence characteristics."
Sasrir remarked, his gaze steady. "Yet her mind remains… intact."
"You should brace yourself. Lilith is the true embodiment of beauty."
Sasrir turned to Truman with a smirk.
"Beauty, huh?—"
But before he could finish his thought, a figure materialized before them.
She seemed to have descended straight from the crimson moon, her long, blood-red hair flowing like silk, her ancient, dreamlike gown shimmering under the lunar glow.
Her very existence illuminated the world around her. Stars gathered within her gaze, and she stood barefoot upon the blooming flowers, her presence regal, cold, and proud.
"Who are you?!"
She was breathtaking—not merely in appearance but in the very essence of her being. In a way that resonated with the very concept of beauty itself.
"So this is what you meant by beauty."
For the first time, Truman was truly stunned.
"Greetings, Lady Lilith. I come in the name of the Lord."
Sasrir's form seemed to emanate a faint sunlight, causing the embodiment of the moon herself to narrow her eyes slightly.
"The sun that appeared before?"
When that sun had illuminated the cosmos, all ancient gods had seen it.
"We have a proposal for you—one that you will not refuse."
As ethereal phosphorescence cascaded over Truman's divine emblem, it hummed softly. This place—this moment—was being sealed from the grasp of fate itself.
A hidden power stirred.
"Oh?"
Lilith's expression did not change, but her gaze locked onto them, her posture growing subtly more guarded.
"…Ancient gods are indeed… unpredictable."
Exchanged glances, Sasrir and Truman understood:
Perhaps it was due to the pride and madness of the old gods.
Or perhaps… she simply wanted to test whether these two were worthy of negotiating with the progenitor of the Bloodkind.
Moonlight shimmered from her form, gathering like threads of silver—forming an entire galaxy.
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