Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

However, the climate was but a minor concern; along the way, what truly began to unsettle Kolon's party was the 'accidents' that occurred every so often.

In the beginning, no one paid much attention, dismissing it as an individual's bad luck, but as the incidents became more frequent, panic started to spread among the crowd. There had been attempts to escape the group, but the outcome was far from good. The horribly mutilated corpse of a runaway was found days later, and what unspeakable horrors they suffered before death remained a mystery.

Everyone thought this was a punishment by the deities, perhaps they still couldn't escape the disaster, only Kolon's eyes widened at the scene.

The manner of the corpse's death was all too familiar to him.

There were rumors among the Bronze Humanity about souls; it was said that the stronger and more obsessed a soul became in life, the more likely it could resist the call from the deep Spirit Realm after death, lingering between this world and the surface of the Spirit Realm, surviving in an alternate form.

Some said that during days when the plague spread, those transparent figures wandering through the city at night were the souls of the deceased, clinging to the Mortal Realm, reluctant to leave.

In that moment, Kolon connected all the dots. Thinking about the strange little tricks, and then what he himself had done, he couldn't help feeling a chill. Yet in the end he said nothing, and continued leading the people onward.

If these people knew that the source of the 'accidents' might be related to him, Kolon probably wouldn't be able to sleep again. Luckily, it hadn't come to that yet, and somehow, he felt that these 'accidents' weren't meant to kill them.

It just didn't want to let them leave, letting them live in fear. This thought caused a flicker of speculation to pass through Kolon's eyes. Join us at m,v le mpyr

This behavior felt strangely familiar to him.

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As the three groups of Bronze Humanity successively departed, on the other side, beyond the vast Panasus mountain range, opposite the Delphic Great Plains, new humans finally appeared upon the earth.

They looked around in bewilderment, but this time, no one came to guide them.

Even Deucalion and Pitha were not allowed to stay behind, or rather, had it not been for Themis's intervention, they wouldn't have been able to preserve their lives. The new humans would have to understand this world on their own. They might suffer some deaths and injuries, but it would also make them truly aware of the dangers of this world, and later appreciate the preciousness of safety.

They were destined to migrate away from Delphi, for it marked the boundary of the flood. On the other side of the mountains, even the mountains themselves, the beasts and mighty creatures were unaffected. Driven by them, humans would scatter in all directions, gradually spreading to every corner of the earth.

The territories previously defined by the gods would become relevant at this time. Then, they would show divine signs at the 'appropriate' time, prompting humans to seek their protection spontaneously and build temples to worship them.

However, there are always exceptions; compared to the land, the sea struggled to gain populations through this primitive diffusion, forcing the Divine King to allow some Sea Gods to take a few humans to the islands. It was both a blessing and a constraint, for the areas of the islands were limited after all, while only the mainland could sustain millions of mortals.

And so, as seasons changed, the Mortal Realm underwent various transformations, which did not affect the eternity of the Deities. It seemed the gods had returned to their old ways, using banquets and Nectar to release their boundless energy.

Until one day, Zeus discovered with joy that following the bloodline's call, he was about to have offspring—two offspring were about to come into this world.

It was Leto, the Goddess of Nursery coming from the stars, whom the Divine King had tried to sense. The response from his authority was a warm and intense Light.

There was no doubt, a mighty deity was about to be born. If it had been before, the Divine King would have been deeply cautious, but now, he had grown somewhat indifferent. Even Metis, who was fated to bear him a son and a daughter, could be silenced so quietly, which showed that nothing was unchangeable in the face of true power.

If his grandfather had not unified Patriarchy and Kingship with The Sky but had the power to contend with the Primordial Gods through a single authority, and if his father had possessed such great power from the start of his reign, perhaps they too could have held off the advent of fate.

Of course, the reason they did not possess such power might well be an effect of fate itself, but that was of no concern to Zeus. The king of a Foreign Realm, a power from beyond the world, was something outside the Chaos World, and now that he had the chance, he shouldn't hesitate any longer.

However, the joy belonged to him and not to them. When Zeus entered Hera's chamber, an icy chill almost hit him in the face.

"Hera, you too are about to bear our child. Even before his birth, I can already feel his keen spirit. Olympus will soon have another powerful pillar. Does that not warrant a smile from you?"

Entering Hera's chamber, Zeus ignored the greeting from Aglaea who was heading out of the palace. Indeed, not just Leto, but using the sensation from the half of Fertility authority, he learned of this good news—Hera was also carrying his progeny.