NOVPUBMeanwhile, at the edge of the realm, after who knows how long, Moya hurriedly arrived in silence.
"Huff..."
Feeling quite different than usual right now, nervousness and hesitation continue to build up in her heart.
Stepping onto the desolate land, Moya bit her teeth slightly and mustered up the courage to move forward.
In that instant, she felt that she was no longer the Mother of Demons, but the Titan God Mnemosyne.
New body, weakened strength, bloodlines no longer filled with the chaotic aura of the Abyss; all of these changes seemed to have expelled her past brutality and madness, transforming her into a girl who had stepped into a strange world.
Continuing to walk forward, at some moment, the silhouette of the Divine King incarnate seemed to be at the end of her sight.
"Is that... Thunder God Zeus?" 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎
Tall, handsome, dignified; even when solitary, he still carried himself with grace.
The mysterious attraction surfaced in her heart, causing her heartbeat to involuntarily quicken.
Moya did not realize that the power of the Goddess of Beauty ultimately belonged to Aphrodite. To counteract her inherent rules, the forces of ’love and beauty’ were constantly stirring within her new body.
Just as the power of the Abyss subtly influenced her mind, making her irritable and frantic, wasn’t she just as undefended against the divine power of beauty she was now willingly embracing?
Perhaps it was the guidance of destiny; they were meant to rekindle this natural bond, bringing forth the birth of the nine destined Muse Goddesses.
Although, if things went as expected, there would be no more Muses symbolizing art, singing, and inspiration in this world. Nonetheless, both Zeus and Mnemosyne were indispensable for whatever was to be born.
Unlike Cronus, who set ablaze everything, the Mother of Demons had never used the fire of death to cut away the past at the turning of the epoch.
Therefore, without realizing it, even though not a single word had been exchanged yet, Moya had already come to think of the figure at the end of her sight as the source of her fascination.
’Am I so easily swayed by someone else?’
Moya didn’t know, but under the influence of many factors, she quickly convinced herself.
How could a demon fallen into the Abyss be compared to a deity of the current world? And as the God of the material world, possessing genuine Great Divine Power, it didn’t seem wrong for her to feel a stir in her heart.
If she had had such a partner in the past, even if not the only one, how could she have fallen to her current plight?
The regrets of the past seemed to have been satisfied at this moment, which made Moya even more convinced that her current reactions stemmed from her true heart.
"Hmm?"
"Who... is this?!"
As if connected by a form of telepathy, while Moya was immersed in her own world, the Divine King incarnate sensed something, and the previously vague feeling now seemed to be within reach.
Looking back, although he had already prepared himself mentally, the sight of Moya’s ’true appearance’ still startled Zeus.
Perfect, flawless, stunning.
At just one glance, this androgynous face seemed to etch itself onto Zeus’s heart, moving him even more than any goddess or beautiful mortal youth he had encountered before.
How could this be, was this some sort of Illusion Technique? Zeus could accept beauty, but he could not comprehend such beauty that so perfectly fit his own ideals.
Heartbeat slowing by half a beat, although his breathing had become heavy, Zeus was still Zeus after all.
Not being dazzled by the beauty, he quietly tapped into his Divine Power, probing repeatedly; yet, after a moment, he found nothing amiss.
Everything before him was genuinely real,
