Son of the Hero King

Skuld’s intuition was not wrong in deducting that someone was indeed interfering and hiding the reverberation from propagating and being noticed by those with a certain level of understanding in the river of time.

Sitting alone in her chapel, Aurora felt the blood dripping from her nose, eyes and lips. Her eyes, damp with blood, could barely open but her face only showed a mixture of complicated feelings.

He grew stronger again.

Aurora had only woken up a few years ago in this era but thanks to her own memory and the general knowledge available to someone of her station, she knew more about the power system of those mortals and she knew that becoming a King was not something that should happen so easily.

How long had it been since Sol even awakened? If the time spent in the astral realm and so one was added, it would not even necessarily reach a year.

In less than a year, the boy had gone from one with no power to nearly a King. She knew that even for someone with supreme talent, it was definitely a little too fast.

Of course, Aurora or rather, Dawn, did not care about the power level of a normal King. Even the strength and power someone like Lilith displayed did not enter her sight. She had no care about how powerful mortals could be. At the end of the day, even the strongest mortal would only be a mortal.

But Sol was different…

Dawn summoned a ball of water with her hand and wiped away the blood from her face. If anyone saw this display, they would be quite surprised as humans were not able to control elements unless they had a zone that was closely related to an element.

Dawn was not bound by such restrictive rules. As the goddess of the night and the moon thanks to the authority she devoured from her sister, Dawn possessed minor divinity related to the moon and water. Manipulating the law in this case was pretty easy for her.

Once her face was completely clean, she opened her bloodshot eyes and looked at the status of Castitas in the chapel.

Sol’s existence was not something that should be normally possible. Back then, in order to put Adam down, all the gods had to unite and fight back. Even then, they would have and should have failed. Adam was simply that much powerful.

But for some reason they succeeded and were able to scatter Adam’s soul in all corners of the universe.

Dawn did not know how they did it. After all, she died before the success of the plan. But she had been the one to design the plan and even in the worst case, Adam’s shouldn’t have been able to awaken, even if partially, in a new vessel before another one or two thousand years.

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Something was wrong. Someone had brought forward the reincarnation and possible resurrection of Adam.

I should have also awakened earlier.

It was pretty strange how she became Casitas’ divine daughter and how she was unable to find her own Divine Kingdom.

Luxuria, Castitas, what the hell are you doing?

Dawn couldn’t help but feel lost and confused. Adam was supposed to be the enemy. Why were those two stupid girls playing around by bringing him forth sooner?

Just trying to think about all this gave her a headache and the blood loss certainly did not help in making her feel better.

“Well, it isn’t like I can speak.”

She could complain all she wanted about her two sisters stupidly giving help to someone who would become an enemy to be an act even more stupid than their usual antics.

But Dawn herself had repeatedly helped Sol and made sure to keep him alive and hidden. Even a few minutes earlier, as she felt the reverberation in the river of time, the smartest thing to do should have been to take away her divine blessing of secrecy.

If she did this, all the goddesses, even Ymir would have felt Sol’s power and would have known that he is too dangerous to be left alive. All their so-called rules would have been thrown in the backburner and even Luxuria would not have been able to stop his execution.

In the end though…She did not make the smartest choice. She made the stupidest choice. One based on emotion, all because she wished to have an answer to a question that had been tormenting her for a very long time.

“Why?” Dawn caressed her throat as she asked herself.

Gods were immortal. Once a god fused with a concept, it was nearly impossible to kill them and even if they were ‘killed’ they would come back to life sooner or later. Unless of course the concept itself was devoured as Dawn did with Nyx, her twin sister.

The other possibility was to be killed by the very concept of the END. There was no reincarnation possible in this case. Only pure and simple extermination.

At least this was what she had managed to summarize. But this truth brought a different problem in mind.

Those killed by the power of the End could never come back and yet, here she was, surely weakened, but alive and well after getting decapited by Adam.

She should have died for good.

Her soul should have been extinguished.

But neither happened and she was not the only one.

Why?

Why did Adam bring the Twilight of the Gods? Why did he kill some using the power of the End and kill others without?

Was it a small hypocritical feeling of compassion after betrayed those who trusted him? Or was it something more.

“You have to survive.”

It was stupid, reckless, short sighted, ignorant and very dangerous but, until she managed to obtain a straight answer to her question, she would not be able to rest and for that — Sol needed to live.

That was all. There was no other intention.

This was what Dawn thought as she closed her eyes and ignored the small seed of hope in her heart that refused to die out.

After all, she still did not know what she would do once she obtained an answer.