Chapter 448: Flower in the Mirror
"The Golden Age... So some people have lived until now..."
"Your Highness Prometheus, what do you know about the Golden Remnant mentioned by the Goddess of the Magic Net?"
In the present time, by the side of a dried-up pond.
The stones where Hecate and Selene had once sat were long gone, and the clear pond water had turned into a place filled with only dry branches and fallen leaves.
In front of Heracles, the traces of the old days reappeared, but he couldn't see the true forms of the two Goddesses; instead, he could only see a halo filled with different rules.
Evidently, even though they were not of Great Divine Power, and Hecate had not long ascended in the Bronze Age, not even stepping into the domain of strong Divine Power, the true forms of deities were still difficult to be reflected so easily.
Through the shadows of the past, the viewers could only see the interaction between the two light clusters and some blurry, distorted sounds.
"...I don't know. For the king of the Golden Age, I only remember that he knew he had received a Divine Revelation in a dream; he was the first human created by Chaos."
"Perhaps because the God put more effort into creating him, or maybe because as the first 'human,' he received the favor of fate in the dark. In short, he had a much longer life than his kind."
"But no matter how long the life is, it cannot mask the essence of mortality. Under absolute power, his life was also hard to preserve... I always thought he had died during the epoch change, but I didn't expect him to live to this day."
Before the great flood stirred up by the Trident, Prometheus had already been taken as a prisoner, so he hadn't seen the battle between the son of the Sea God and humans.
Thus, facing Heracles' question, the Forethinker couldn't provide an answer.
"His name is Cohen; this is one of the few impressions I have of him."
"Just as the Goddess of the Magic Net said, he, like every Golden Human, is a paragon of righteousness and kindness."
"Besides that, I have nothing more to add."
"I see."
Nodding slowly, the great hero accepted it despite being slightly disappointed.
Indeed, the existence of the Golden Humans is rather unfamiliar to today's Olympian Gods, as they basically did not live during that era.
Without saying more, Heracles continued to focus on the shadows of the old days.
The Golden Age was just a minor episode unrelated to him; it was the entrance to the Spirit Realm that he truly wanted to find.
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By the pond of an unknown past, the Moon Goddess and Hecate stayed here for several months.
Under the guidance of the Goddess of the Magic Net, an antique wooden house, constructed over ten thousand years, reappeared in the world, only to be hidden once again under the intricate Mystery Lock with her exquisite skills.
During this period, a deity once roamed here in the form of a breeze, but ultimately left in vain amidst the interlacing strings of the Magic Net.
The two goddesses thus built a dwelling here, reminiscing about the times of the last era.
Time flowed on, and several months passed in a flash.
One day, a cry of joy rang out from the wooden house.
With a flash of her figure, the void rippled.
In an instant, Hecate set down the half-roasted fortunate game in her hand and appeared beside Selene.
Upon entering the house, the gentle moonlight shone all around, and a bright white phantom moon appeared behind the goddess.
Just one look, and Hecate knew that Selene had made some breakthrough in the practice of the Meditation Method, even resonating with certain moon phases in the Spirit Realm.
No, not just certain ones, but almost all of them.
As the natural Moon Goddess, Selene's affinity for the 'Moon' domain was unparalleled by anyone...
"Oh—"
Slowly opening her eyes, Selene was about to get up to share the joy of her breakthrough with her friend, but inadvertently bumped her head directly into Hecate's face.
Rolling on the ground, the Moon Goddess raised her head angrily but then toned down under Hecate's innocent gaze.
After a while, on an ancient path not far from the wooden house.
Wild grass and shrubs were everywhere, with no trace of the road's markings visible.
Pulling Selene along here, Hecate didn't say what she intended to do.
It wasn't until the Moon Goddess obediently stood beside her, and after a moment of silence, that she carefully drew a circle on the ground.
Instantly, within the circle, time seemed to start flowing backward.
The plants flourished and withered, eventually becoming seeds; the soil became moist, then dry again.