Wisdom!
It brings thought, reflection, and endless foresight. For Prometheus, wisdom has led him into a deep abyss, because he knows too much, understands too well, and considers everything too clearly.
Ultimately, he has fallen into the abyss of fear that wisdom brings.
It is terrifying, utterly terrifying.
This is where Prometheus finds himself now—unable to escape this abyss, unable to free himself, as he sinks deeper and deeper into it.
Did Prometheus not realize this?
No!
He realized it, but he could not pull himself out.
For a god of wisdom like him, the most frightening core issue is fear and dread—failure and disappointment!
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Failure after failure, disappointment after disappointment.
For Prometheus, this is his reality. He has experienced failure and disappointment countless times. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how determined he is, he finds that everything is completely beyond his control.
In truth,
Everything has surpassed his grasp, and at this point, Prometheus is engulfed by despair, because this is the truth.
He faces an undeniable reality, a situation beyond his control.
Does Prometheus want to deny it? Does he want to argue against it?
Sorry!
That is almost impossible now. For Prometheus, it is something he can do nothing about. He realized his wisdom, despite his efforts, is almost laughable. No matter how hard he tries or how much he gives, he is ultimately powerless.
Did Prometheus not see Hades's growth at every step?
He did!
Moreover,
For Prometheus, he sees everything far too clearly. But it is precisely because of this that he feels even more hopeless.
He can see everything, yet he lacks even the ability or the qualification to resist.
Sometimes, the clearer things are, the deeper the despair one feels. This is something utterly unavoidable.
This feeling is inescapable, forcing one to move forward time and again, with no choice but to endure wave after wave of despair. This is a reality that cannot be altered.
This feeling represents the truth of everything, and for Prometheus, this is his outcome. It seems like everything is within his control, as if he knows it all, but the reality is far from that!
He is truly trapped in helplessness and despair.
Can he deny it?
He cannot!
This is how it is for Prometheus. The more he knows, the less he can change, the more he falls into despair.
Even though!
Even though Prometheus is the god of wisdom, he is still subject to this. In fact! Precisely because he is the god of wisdom, he is even more deeply trapped in this state.
This is truly something that cannot be helped.
"Sigh!"
Does Prometheus not know his situation? Of course, he does. But knowing doesn't change anything, nor does it reverse the situation. That's the most despairing part of all.
Even as the god of wisdom, he feels utterly helpless.
"This state..." Prometheus murmured softly, "How do I escape it? How do I free myself from this?"
For the first time, Prometheus felt his heart falter, felt that his heart could not bear the weight of everything. This feeling left Prometheus in deep frustration.
However!
After thinking for a moment,
Prometheus understood—this is reality. Trying to change it? That's nearly impossible.
All his thoughts ultimately turned into a sigh of helplessness.
Prometheus could only watch silently as everything unfolded in the astral realm.
Clearly!
At this moment, Prometheus felt as though he was staring into despair. He could see everything, knew what might happen next, and even seemed to have glimpsed the outcome.
Yet!
The core issue is that he can't stop it. Even though he knows what will happen, he cannot change it. What is the point of such wisdom?
Has it stripped him even of the courage to fight?
At this moment!
This was when Prometheus felt the most despair. He could clearly see the path before him, see everything, but he could not alter it one bit.
Meanwhile...
Unlike Prometheus, Metis, also a god of wisdom, quietly observed the events unfolding in the astral realm.
However, her eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
Standing beside her was a young boy.
Abel!
The fourth-generation God-King stood there, his gaze filled with determination and aspiration.
"Mother Goddess."
Abel clenched his youthful hands and declared resolutely, "One day, I will reach that point as well. I, too, will become a God-King like that."
Abel was full of determination, his eyes shining with sharpness.
At this moment!
Abel felt no jealousy, no anger, only endless ambition and unwavering resolve.
This!
This was the gaze of a true God-King, a true strong one.
"Hehehe~~~"
Metis smiled softly, her voice gentle, "Abel, you will succeed. Your future will be endlessly glorious. I believe you will reach that point."
Metis looked at her child with pride and determination in her eyes.
No matter what!
She would never back down, not even an inch. She would walk forward with determination, all for the sake of her child. Her child stood before her—could she afford to retreat?
Impossible!
No matter what, Metis would not retreat, not even for a moment. She would not waver, not only for her God-King child but also for the child still unborn.
No matter what,
Metis would never retreat, nor would she falter. Determination! That was Metis's belief!
[Check out my Patreon for +200 additional chapters in all my fanfics! Only $5 per novel or $15 for all!!] [[email protected]/Mutter]
[+50 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]
[+5 Reviews = +1 Extra Chapter]