The true beginning of a mortal wound always stems from the fate of one world being overshadowed and enveloped by another, just like Hemenu and Chaos of old.
A massive splash echoed from beneath the sea, as if in response to the Fire Thief's words.
When the water settled, the space under the sea was already empty.
Due to the rebellious law of the ocean, it could swim freely beneath the waves.
Even with Prometheus's abilities, he could not discern the other's movements.
"Heh heh..."
With a gentle laugh, he paid no mind to the shadow's presence or absence.
The Fire Thief pondered for a moment and headed towards some islands on the Western Sea.
The longer one lives, the more they enjoy reminiscing about the past.
From a god's perspective, although Prometheus's lifespan wasn't particularly long, his soul had long since ceased to be young.
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The Underworld, its very edge.
Neither Nether Moonlight nor the gray earth could be seen.
