Chapter 125: Chapter 96 Tartarus_2
He said as much, but Cronus followed closely behind. Although he too wished for his rebellious son to take a few more beatings, he was acutely aware that the divine battle playing out on Earth, and the skirmishes among the gods, were but a facade.
What lay hidden behind it was the question of what kind of retribution would befall when half of a great deity’s might was unleashed upon the world.
Mother Earth herself was a part of the creation of the present world, and considering that she seldom directly displayed her power, the impact on her was more like being slowly sliced by a blunt knife. However, whether or not the actions of other beings would provoke a more direct response was the focal point of this test.
Currently, with the lingering Divine Authority serving as a shield, all consequences from the ‘test’ could be covered by it. The faster it faded, the more intense the reaction from the present world.
And when that power completely vanished, Laine’s true body would have to leave. After all, there was no being in Chaos that could stand against the present world just yet.
A distortion in space-time ensued, and in the next moment, Laine and Cronus arrived in this strange world one after the other.
Stepping through this ‘gateway’, their connection to the Underworld was severed. Even if they retraced their steps, they could no longer return to where they had come from.
Currently, Laine could still rely on the link between his avatar and the Spirit Realm to find the right path, much as Zeus relied on the faint power of the Divine King to travel back and forth from the Titans’ prison. But once deeper inside, whether that connection could be maintained was uncertain.
However, while the connection might be broken, the synchronicity of thought would not. Not even Tartarus could block the Sovereign of Spirits’ execution of his authority. T/his chapter is updat/ed by nov(ê(l)biin.c/o/m
“What’s wrong?”
Though the aura indicated deep penetration into the bowels of Tartarus, Cronus was certain they were still far from the center.
“Nothing much, I’ve just noticed something strange.” Laine furrowed his brow and gestured lightly through the chaos surrounding them.
The next moment, the space fluctuated, and a mysterious, ever-changing rune appeared in his hand.
At first glance, the rune resembled the one Laine had left in Delphi, with its shifting, uncertain feel of being both tangible and intangible. But upon closer inspection, one could sense a vast difference between the two.
The rune Laine left behind not only had a much higher nature, approaching the origin of ‘writing’, but it also bridged the gap between order and chaos. Just by observing it, one could gain a wealth of conceptual knowledge. Even from the perspective of witchcraft, such a symbol, representing the Lord of the Spirit Realm, could be used for meditation.
But the rune in his hand was different. Perhaps because it originated in the Abyss, Laine felt its sole purpose was to be meaningless.
Of course, if one considered ‘naming’ as meaning, then it did have one. However, since there were no other life forms or objects in Tartarus, this sole value of ‘naming’ was also rendered worthless.
“Writing? There’s something like that in the Abyss too?” Cronus couldn’t help but express his surprise. The present world had innate divine writing, Laine had created the original Spirit Script, Metis had created Hydrology, and there were also ordinary scripts taught to Humans that lacked transcendent power, but those all presupposed a user.
First there was the Deity Race, then came the innate divine writing. The Lord of the Spirit Realm and spiritual life formed, and the original Spirit Script followed. It was only after the myriad Oceanides appeared that Hydrology emerged. And without Humans, ordinary scripts would not have been created.