Chapter 1083: The Prismerion Race Meets Their Creator

Chapter 1083: The Prismerion Race Meets Their Creator



Ilse looked at the three hundred Prismerions kneeling before her and couldn't help but feel her heartstrings tugged.

How long had it been since she felt such emotion? She couldn't remember.

Ilse focused her gaze on Selene and asked, "Child, how have you all been?" The words flowed naturally, though with some difficulty, like a mother seeking to know the well-being of her children after years of separation.

Selene raised her head and met Ilse's eyes. She wanted to speak of what had transpired since they passed through the stellar gate-how they had thought she had abandoned them, unaware that she had been secretly protecting them. She wanted to recount how they had foolishly fallen victim to the Manmade gods' plots, triggering the fall of Paradise and her death, and how they had been imprisoned with White Flame for thousands of years.

They would not be here if the Village hadn't rescued them. However, understanding that their time to speak was limited, she could only condense her feelings into one sentence: "It's been hard without you, goddess," Selene replied, her voice filled with emotion.

She noticed tear streaks pouring down her cheeks and onto the grass below her. Suddenly, a hand pressed gently against her shoulder.

Feeling the unexpected touch, Selene shivered involuntarily. Instead of pulling away, she felt a soothing sensation flow through her body, as though all her problems had vanished instantly. Another hand appeared and wiped the tear stains from her cheeks.

"I'm here now. It won't be hard anymore," Ilse said, her gaze filled with motherly love as she looked at Selene before sweeping her eyes over the hundreds of Prismerions kneeling before her.

"I am Ilse, the Goddess of Treasures and your creator. I'll lead you again from now on, so you don't have to worry. You'll never endure the same suffering again," Ilse announced, her words reaching the ears of each Prismerion present.

Some, unable to contain their emotions, collapsed onto the ground, faces buried in the grass, watering it with their tears. Others clenched their fists with emotion, weeping profusely while their lips spread wide with smiles.

These were not tears of pain but tears of happiness.

The Prismerions screamed in horror as they watched their goddess being hurled back by a terrifying force. Their hearts sank at the sudden turn of events.

Orion rushed to her side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside her and helped her up.

"I'm fine," Ilse replied, sitting upright before standing with Orion's support. "I tried to remove the Divine Apostle Crest, but it felt like a warning. If I attempt to remove it again, the repercussions could be far worse than repulsion." Her expression was grim as she finished

speaking.

When she tried to forcefully remove the Divine Apostle Crest, she sensed that it was entirely different from the Crests she was familiar with.

Seeing that their goddess was unharmed, the Prismerions remained in their positions, heads pressed to the ground, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation between the Supreme Leader of Paradise and their goddess.

Orion nodded, taking note of the new information.

"Although I hate to interrupt your reunion with your children, we have limited time before you become unconscious again. We need to continue with replicating the Divine Artefact,"

Orion said.

Ilse nodded. "Give it to me," she said, stretching her hand.

Orion summoned the miniature mountain, retrieved Solara's Divine Eye from it, and handed

it to her.

Ilse received the brilliant orb, then stretched out her other hand and drew a line in the air with her index finger.