Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Typhon's offspring are scattered across the world; among them are demons, and others are ancient evil creatures.

The former's strength is akin to the Titans; they are not deities, lack authority, but possess unique abnormal powers not inferior to the latter.

Those with abnormal powers that even gods find difficult to unriddle are the well-known great demons.

Conversely, the wandering ancient evil beings of this world, despite having various abilities, often lack such absoluteness.

To put it more precisely, those ancient evil beings are not 'mechanism monsters'. Their only common and formidable ability might just be the formidable undying nature stemming from the source of their strength.

The Sphinx is a demon, hence it only possesses the abnormal powers of a demon, lacking the robust vitality of evil creatures; it is not a deity, and thus cannot draw upon the faith that has been accumulated over millennia.

Inch by inch, golden light emerged from within its body, where the life and souls of past fallen heroes were transferred.

However, Heracles did not choose to accept those dead souls, instead letting them dissipate with the wind.

A warm sensation emerged on his body... just like the Sphinx, he too was unable to utilize the accumulated power of faith.

They hovered around Heracles, just as they had around Pandora... and after losing all vitality, the body of the Sphinx began to transform.

From the tail to the paws, from the waist to the head.

Soon after, a huge stone statue replaced the demon that was there before.

It was as if it was sculpted by the ghostly craftsmanship of nature, born from the heavens, without a trace of human interference.

From this moment on, another child of Typhon died at the hands of Heracles... but unlike before. Defeating such an opponent did not bring joy to the great hero.

"Clang—"

A crisp sound of metal striking stone, looking down, he saw an archaic yet exquisitely crafted scale falling to the ground in front of Heracles.

Without the need for investigation, intuition told him that this was the legendary Divine Artifact, the Golden Scales, on which anything could be measured on its two sides.

The tangible, the intangible; the concrete, the conceptual.

Stepping forward to pick up the scale, Heracles did not know why it appeared here.

This was the stake of the Goddess of Justice and the Sphinx, and now that the demon was dead, shouldn't it return to the hands of the Goddess?

Even if it didn't return,

Typhon's offspring are scattered across the world; among them are demons, and others are ancient evil creatures.

The former's strength is akin to the Titans; they are not deities, lack authority, but possess unique abnormal powers not inferior to the latter.

Those with abnormal powers that even gods find difficult to unriddle are the well-known great demons.

Conversely, the wandering ancient evil beings of this world, despite having various abilities, often lack such absoluteness.

To put it more precisely, those ancient evil beings are not 'mechanism monsters'. Their only common and formidable ability might just be the formidable undying nature stemming from the source of their strength.

The Sphinx is a demon, hence it only possesses the abnormal powers of a demon, lacking the robust vitality of evil creatures; it is not a deity, and thus cannot draw upon the faith that has been accumulated over millennia.

Inch by inch, golden light emerged from within its body, where the life and souls of past fallen heroes were transferred.

However, Heracles did not choose to accept those dead souls, instead letting them dissipate with the wind.

A warm sensation emerged on his body... just like the Sphinx, he too was unable to utilize the accumulated power of faith.

They hovered around Heracles, just as they had around Pandora... and after losing all vitality, the body of the Sphinx began to transform.

From the tail to the paws, from the waist to the head.

Soon after, a huge stone statue replaced the demon that was there before.

It was as if it was sculpted by the ghostly craftsmanship of nature, born from the heavens, without a trace of human interference.

From this moment on, another child of Typhon died at the hands of Heracles... but unlike before. Defeating such an opponent did not bring joy to the great hero.

"Clang—"

A crisp sound of metal striking stone, looking down, he saw an archaic yet exquisitely crafted scale falling to the ground in front of Heracles.

Without the need for investigation, intuition told him that this was the legendary Divine Artifact, the Golden Scales, on which anything could be measured on its two sides.

The tangible, the intangible; the concrete, the conceptual.

Stepping forward to pick up the scale, Heracles did not know why it appeared here.

This was the stake of the Goddess of Justice and the Sphinx, and now that the demon was dead, shouldn't it return to the hands of the Goddess?

Even if it didn't return, why did it appear before him?

"Perhaps it's a reward, a tool lent to you for use."

Prometheus, who had maintained silence during the previous exchange, stepped forward to explain.

"Perseus also experienced this, as more than one deity lent Divine Artifacts to him."

"Your achievements far exceed his, so it's not strange for you to receive similar treatment."

"I see... I understand now."

Slowly nodding, the great hero stowed the scales away.

He did not know what use he had for it, but after all, it was a powerful Divine Artifact.

Having secured the item, Heracles surveyed the valley.

There was nothing here that needed his attention anymore, and now, he must continue forward…