As she got closer and closer, the laws that instinctively repelled the current gods also grew more intense, until at a certain moment, Gaia’s semi-conscious spirit trembled slightly, and she regained some clarity.
Raising her head, the yellow light fell to the ground and Gaia looked around, observing the familiar yet foreign place.
She had been here more than once, but she had never entered. It wasn’t just because of the dangers inside; as one of the main entities of the existing world, Mother Earth was just as averse to the chaotic breath of the Abyss.
But now, she had no other options. Standing on the dark land tainted by the Power of the Abyss, Gaia gazed at the invisible portal formed by the overlap of Tartarus and the Underworld.
This junction, connecting the inner and outer worlds, unleashed distorted and bizarre forces, constantly washing the surrounding space like the tides. Even in the Underworld, it stood out as distinctly out of place.
The Underworld was, after all, part of Order, but the Abyss was not.
"Heh, I really never expected... in the end, it seems you haven’t given up on me..."
Sighing deeply, Gaia shook her head as if to rouse her spirit. Feeling the vastness of the Abyss, Mother Earth opened her arms and began to release her Divine Authority and Origin.
In an instant, strands of bright yellow silk emerged from Gaia’s being, floating forward and interweaving with the chaotic-colored streams flowing from the other side of the world. It was as if one was embracing the other, just as it was at the creation of the world when the Abyss was born beneath the earth, the two tightly connected.
Simultaneously, following the entangled forces of both, Gaia resolutely conveyed her will.
Even without reason, the Abyss was ultimately closer to ’Life.’ Thus, It could spawn offspring, so long as there was a mother powerful enough to bear Its force, along with an infusion from Its Source Power.
"...Come, come... Tartarus, merge with me... I will accept your power, give birth to a new divine being, and it shall become your bridge to the current world..."
"It can’t be, it can’t be... Maybe it’s just not possible from the outside... I should go in and see for myself!"
The hope that had kindled seemed to burst. Looking at the twisted space before her, Gaia bit her lip. The Abyss was a place she dared not delve too deeply into, a place that could even weaken the connection between the Primordial Gods and their very essence, but given the situation, she could only go in and see.
So she took a step forward, and the world around her changed, her figure blurring. A kind of spatial-temporal transfer was occurring when, just as the transfer was about to complete, the unexpected once again happened.
Bang—
With a muffled sound, her body, which had become ethereal, solidified as if it had struck something, and Gaia reappeared in the original spot, even stumbling back several steps.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Harsh coughing rang out again, but Gaia could only stare incredulously at the void in front of her.
"You refuse my entrance? Why, why is this happening?"
Question after question arose, but the Abyss did not respond. Faced with her own closed domain, the hope that had just risen in Gaia’s heart shattered once again.
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Faint purple Moonlight shone on the Underworld, bringing a slight vibrancy to the desolate land.
Nobody knew that at the gateway to the Abyss, an event that seemed ordinary, yet defied the intended course of destiny, had taken place.