Chapter 83 Uncertain Power: Distant Call

"I am no longer the goddess who weaves destiny."

Lemnos Island, Clotho said to the darkness outside the temple.

Today's darkness is deeper than before, because night falls during the day. It covers the sun and stars, dragging the earth into a darkness more terrifying than the abyss.

Outside the temple, Hypnos, the god of sleep, is hidden in the darkness.

The darkness was like a mask, able to calm his fearful and awe-inspiring heart.

but.

That's all.

Out of the inferior's natural fear of the superior, he still suppressed his inner uneasiness and placed his body at the main entrance of the Vulcan Temple on the island in accordance with etiquette.

The flickering lights in the temple shimmered through the threshold, illuminating the hanging, restless trembling knuckles of Hypnos, the god of sleep.

He stared wide-eyed at the graceful and gentle goddess in the temple, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced uncontrollably at the temple in front of him, at the invisible things hidden in the darkness inside the temple.

It is said that Hephaestus, the god of fire, has no statue in his temple on the island of Lemnos. He regards this place as his home.

But Hypnos, the god of sleep, still had a feeling.

"The terrifying god in charge of the flames is here. His eyes are never far away. He is always focused on the beloved in front of him, hiding in the dark and invisible corner of the temple."

Hypnos subconsciously took a step back, trying to completely hide himself in the darkness.

Because darkness was the father he once thought he was.

He quickly stopped this behavior and forced himself to move forward a little further, exposing most of his body to the dim light of the lamp.

because:

——Death is not terrible, eternal silence is terrible.

——He didn’t have a father he thought of. Because his mother died, he also had to lose his father. From then on, he was alone and wandering in the world.

So Hypnos, the god of sleep, wants to end all this suffering as soon as possible so that he can return to the dark kingdom of Hades and the warm kingdom of the dead to teach his three thousand descendants.

But he didn't dare to show his eagerness in front of the beloved of a terrifying god. This was irrational.

He forced himself to calm down in order to have a calm conversation without losing etiquette.

He said to Clotho who was looking at him gently in the temple: "But... His Majesty Vulcan and His Majesty Epimetheus are very good friends."

"And your glory is also greater than before..."

Clotho just smiled at him tenderly, seeming to feel the sadness of the person in front of her, and she said: "Hypnos, you have changed a lot."

"I know what you mean, I am indeed Hephaestus' only subordinate at the moment."

"but……"

Clotto hesitated for a moment: "Even I am not sure whether I am the one favored by him. On a bright moonlit night, he clearly rejected everything, but he gave me the second chance earlier.

Sublife.”

"Now, the history books of time are not in my hands. I can't fight against the new god who is in charge of misfortune."

Hypnos thought this was rejection.

Out of politeness, he comforted him before leaving: "Your worries may be unnecessary. His Majesty Hephaestus must have left you an extraordinary gift, but you haven't noticed it yet..."

…

After Hypnos, the god of sleep, left, Clotho sighed in the temple.

"Superfluous?"

She walked into a dark corner of the temple, where a spinning wheel lay quietly.

Above the spinning wheel, the thread of fate hangs to the ground.

Ever since his authority was snatched away by Hades in a secret way, he really has nothing.

Even these threads of fate are about to lose their power.

Clotho leaned over to collect them.

Looking at these threads that had lost their destiny and fell to the ground, she suddenly thought of something.

Maybe...it's not really nothing.

She did have another gift. If Hypnos, the God of Sleep, hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about it.

That's from the "history" shared by Hephaestus.

Immediately, one after another "paintings" representing the past appeared in the temple, appearing beside Clotto. The dim light from the "paintings" dispersed the darkness in the corner of the temple.

This is "history".

She is not Hephaestus, nor does she have his streamer, so "history" will ultimately be history, not "power".

She is just...the deity in charge of the "historical" deity.

The height of her power will not exceed the limit of the "Lord God", or even be far inferior.

Feel the weak but resilient connection deep into the distant chaos.

Clotto couldn't help but sigh: "I dare not ask for more from you, but if you can always be by my side, how can I not be willing?"

After saying this, she was stunned for a moment. Then she immediately closed her eyes and felt the weak but tenacious bond and connection.

"Well……"

"My power is the power of Hephaestus. I can never surpass him, because he is the source of my power..."

"And if I want to surpass the limit of my power, only he can do it."

"So, why not just let him come?"

"Could it be that... my research on "history" is in the wrong direction?"

Feeling the "paintings" that were written about the past appearing around him, Clotto pursed his lips in a strange way.

She looked a little embarrassed: "It seems... there is a mistake. A power that is the only one occupied naturally rejects outsiders. I can use it, but I can't occupy it."

"so……"

For the first time since sharing her power, Clotho's will traced the mysterious connection back to the past to find the source of her power.

She saw it.

The ancient god that I longed for was originally walking in chaos. He was holding a lamp that emitted brilliant light, and the weak light illuminated the infinite past world. It was so sacred and unfathomable.

She wanted to call Him.

"Come back! Hephaestus."

The connection in the dark seemed to hear her appeal. Beside the ancient god, an ancient book appeared out of thin air.

It was an ancient book that carried "history" and was the basis of the insidious connection between her and Him.

A "door" from chaos to the real world is opened by this "fundament".

He stepped into the "door"!

…

Stepping into the real world through the rift, Hephaestus instantly understood the changes in the real world.

As the rift closed behind him, he looked at Clotho who was praying with the streamer in hand, and heard her calling: "Return! Tireless fire!"

Then her will gradually returned.

Hephaestus smiled at her who opened her eyes: "Well done, Clotho."

Then he stepped out of the temple with a lantern and ascended to the sky on the island of Lemnos.

The infinitely deep night seemed to tremble with his arrival.

In such a trembling night, a dazzling "sun" suddenly appeared.

The mortals on the earth looking at the sky were first surprised, and then immediately terrified.

Because this "sun" is so unusual.

"It" has never been so far away, so far away and so illusory.

Looking at "it", I seem to see a completely different world through "it". There is a giant tree connecting the sky and the ground, and a high mountain that supports the sky. And in the body of "it", there is a

A crow flies up and down, emitting endless light and heat.

In the eyes of the descendant of Hermamene, the god of misfortune Moros, the huge "sun" that suddenly appeared, emitting endless light and heat, was actually suspended by a thread and a wooden stick, and was lifted to a god.

In hand?!!

He was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something: "Mother Goddess, save me!"

These were his last words.

In the sky, in the "sun", a beam of blazing light shines.

He became ashes.

And the essence of his skin, the invisible power that represented doom and destined death, flew away to the kingdom of the dead and fell into the hands of a king...
Chapter completed!