The divine nature is like the stars, and when stars fall like rain, on this day, who knows how many mortals look up to the sky, watching as a multitude of stars plummet to the mortal realm in the summer night sky.
The star shower, like a breathtaking scroll of painting, spreads across the desolate wilderness where Pandora, gazing at the starry sky, suddenly discovers that the jar in her arms seems to have vibrated.
However, it was just a momentary thing, so fleeting that she thought it might be an illusion. The magic jar quickly returned to normal.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, probably just didn't rest well."
Shaking her head lightly, Pandora, after repeatedly trying to sense any abnormalities, could detect nothing unusual about the magic jar. She could only chalk it up to a hallucination, perhaps due to her high expectations of the jar, which is why even now she could experience such illusions.
"...Fine."
Glancing at Pandora, but Epimetheus truly did not notice any other changes, so he didn't ask any further questions.
If there was indeed something amiss, he didn't think Pandora would be able to hide it from him indefinitely. From the very moment she was created, she wasn't endowed with such superior abilities; if there were any accidents, he was bound to find out sooner or later.
...
The tremor of the magic jar was real, of course, but it indeed had nothing to do with Pandora. It was the fate of the creatures on earth, yet it had no connection to her.
She had once prayed to the magic jar for god-like immortality and god-like strength. The divine nature could grant the latter, but clearly not the former. Hence, they bypassed Pandora and also bypassed the original gods of the earth.
Some of them landed on certain beings, whether on land or sea, whether they were Nymphs, wild beasts, or certain territorial gods; many more fell into corners, waiting for the arrival of their rightful owners in the future.
"It's like a performance, fulfilling the task given to me by the one behind the scenes, then collecting my reward from him... So be it, let's perform, at least this is what the Mother Goddess wants to see."
In silent contemplation, Apollo turned around. The Temple was not yet where he was to go; the serpent with Divine Blood wasn't there.
It was in the Panasus mountain range. Even across a great distance, Apollo sensed its presence.
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As he grew and began to wield the power befitting a deity, the python that he once deemed insurmountable no longer seemed so fearsome. The serpent also seemed to realize this and had retreated deep into the continent and hidden its tracks long before Apollo came knocking at its door.
But now that he had found his target, the outcome of the battle could be anticipated. Even without using Divine Power, Apollo was confident in his victory.
"Thwack—"
Drawing his silver bow, Apollo released an arrow towards where he sensed his prey, then stamped his right foot onto the ground, launching himself powerfully towards the mountain range.
Accompanied by a loud hiss and a crash, a battle erupted at the edge of the peaceful plain.
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Clang—
A loud noise echoed as the massive doors slowly closed, and within the hall, the gods took their seats.
Servants threaded through the sleek tables, offering wine and delicacies to the gods. Today, they heeded the Divine King's summons, once again setting aside their affairs to convene. Yet true to the nature of divinity, regardless of whether the meeting was serious or not, it didn't disturb their enjoyment of life.
However, hearing the sound of the doors closing, still many a deity cast glances in that direction. Although the previously damaged spots had been fixed and looked no different from before, many couldn't help but look there when they passed the doorway earlier.