Chapter 242: Chapter 57 [Suffering]_2
“Speaking of which, this was the inspiration you gave me.”
Caressing the only dragon egg he had managed to snatch, Erebus severed his own left hand.
This hand, infected by the power of the Flesh-Mother Tree, was perfectly suited to mold a Dragon Mother. Of course, he had to first erase the consciousness that would be born within it, lest he end up benefiting someone else.
“And then there’s that one I never used to take seriously... the Nine Hells, was it?”
Although the other was technically his junior, he had become a senior in the path of world-creation, so Erebus naturally paid attention to his actions.
It seemed that the other had created beings called Demons, and so the Lord of Darkness would naturally not fall behind.
...
Whoosh——
The waters of the Circumterrestrial River flowed ceaselessly, the severed section of the river not affecting the overall current. Laine returned to the edge of Chaos World in no time at all.
The familiar laws and sense of ease washed over him. Compared to the oppressive atmosphere in the Nine Realms, this place felt a bit more comfortable.
Svartalfheim, the Dark realm, ‘expanded’ some distance between the earth and the Underworld.
When the Underworld was fragmented away, the territories controlled by the two earth deities were bound to clash. But now, they were separated. Countless voids and cavities emerged, turning the land into a ‘free’ space to contest, like the seas, an unclaimed ‘land.’
As for Muspelheim, one of the original realms born alongside the Land of Mist, it too drifted towards the world’s bottom. Unlike its ‘old friend,’ the realm of Fire plunged directly into Tartarus. Through his unique avatar, Laine could even anticipate that this realm would likely be dismembered.
Given that the Abyss was also beginning to generate biomass and define interfaces under the influence of the Nine Hells, Muspelheim was destined to become the nutrients for this process. The newly born Abyss would be affected by this too, spawning some unique beings, as well as layers filled with flames and lava.
Naturally, the Nine Hells could also take a share of this bounty; perhaps from now on, fire would become another tool for demons, just like Darkness.
Finally, Midgard, the Mortal Realm of the Nine Realms, and Alfheim, home of the Light Elves, continued to orbit around Chaos World, seemingly unsure of where they belonged.
However, being without a destination didn’t mean they weren’t transformed; they were, like other interfaces, the same in terms of matter and energy, but the underlying rules that made them were slowly changing.
In this process, the original rules of the Nine Realms were also partly integrated into Chaos World; in the coming days, many Source Powers would experience rises to various extents.
“For some, this might not be such good news,” he reflected.
Casting a glance at the starry sky, Laine thought of a goddess who had been in hiding for a hundred years.
For Laine, an increase in Origin was just that—an increase; Chaos was not going to share his power anyway. But for others, it could be different.
For example, the Realm of Alfheim, filled with Light, would greatly enhance the domain of [Light]. Unless something unexpected happened, Theia, the Mother of Light, could well reach greatness in this era. But Laine believed that before that day came, another God of Light would be born in the world.