Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Eye of the sea, the wound of the sea.

People who have not seen it with their own eyes often try to describe it with all kinds of flowery words.

People imagined that this was a huge whirlpool and guessed the sound of the sea water colliding.

The poet describes it as the abyss, saying that it is the source of the darkness of the sea.

Before coming here in person, Hercules had read many records related to this, or asked the elders about the true appearance of the sea eye.

Coupled with the explanation of Oileus, an eyewitness, the great hero even thought that he understood it well enough.

But it was not until he personally drove here and faced the horror that struck his soul that Hercules realized how powerless mere words were at certain times.

The sound was as if it was swallowed up, and the waves were no longer seen.

No light can shine in because the sea's aversion to the sun is concentrated here.

It was like being alone in a dark, cold universe, not knowing where I was or if I was actually moving.

But one thing is clear, that is, behind is the human world that is getting farther and farther away, and in front is the depth that swallows up everything.

"…Although I have made sufficient preparations and anticipated the situation."

"But at this moment, I still feel a little bit scared."

“Even though I can overcome it…it’s still there and it’s getting stronger.”

"Oleus, is it not strong enough for me to say that this is my will?"

"Or is it that there is some problem with this sea area itself?"

Inside the cab, holding the iron rod in his hand, the hero was asking his teammates, and it seemed as if he was also questioning his own heart.

At this moment, everything outside is projected in equal proportions.

And now where the group was, there was only endless darkness and emptiness.

With his eyes fixed on the instrument in front of him, Orleans shook his head slightly at Hercules' self-questioning.

He knew this mentality because they had been like this before.

"There's no need to belittle yourself, Hercules."

"It's not your fault, it happens to almost everyone."

“Believe me, your heart is not afraid of the darkness, nor is it afraid of the sea and the blue waves. You are just afraid of yourself… afraid of things you don’t know, those forces that are beyond your control and understanding.”

"But people are afraid of the unknown, and they are afraid of sudden changes that may happen at any time."

“Even after coming here once, I still feel intimidated by this place.”

Slowly raising his head, Oleus looked at the darkness ahead.

No light can work here.

Even the products of alchemy cannot violate the special rules of this place.

"There is no other reason, it's just because I know that whether I can get out of here alive is not determined by me, but by the thoughts of others."

"Same to you, Hercules."

"Believe me, as long as you can't shake the entire ocean, you will definitely feel panic from the bottom of your heart when you see this scene."

This is a common human trait and a weakness shared by all intelligent life.

The fear of the unknown and the respect for those who do not understand things all come from this.

"You are right, Oleus. Compared to the entire ocean, I am too weak."

With a slight nod, the hero accepted this reality.

However, looking at the darkness before him that seemed to be swallowing everything, Hercules could not help but ask:

"The Sea Eye is the sea's wound. I cannot shake its existence."

"But if that's the case... then even if we meet the Bronze Creator, how are we going to take him away?"

"..."

Oileus did not respond, and the great hero did not ask any further questions.

He probably doesn't know either, but the Creator with foresight may have a way himself.

Thus, in total silence, inside the huge sea eye, the alchemical ship continued to sink, enduring a huge tear.

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tick...

tick...

……

There was nothing in the cold and silent space.

There was only the sound of dripping liquid, day and night, without interruption.

Prometheus closed his eyes, enjoying his loneliness alone.

For thousands of years, apart from the mortals who strayed here for various reasons, only certain guests with ulterior motives would come here.

As for the rest of his time, all that was left for him was the torment from the boundless ocean.

tick...

tick...

……

"Another year..."

In the darkness, a hoarse voice came from the chest.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice had become difficult to recognize.

Prometheus opened his eyes and tried to look up.

Since he had no timekeeping equipment, he used the number of times his blood dripped.

For thousands of years, the divine iron that pierced his chest allowed his blood to be enough to fill a pond.

This was the most insignificant part of his criminal code, and was even considered a convenience by the fire thief.

As he said, another year has passed... But at this moment, Prometheus looked up for another reason.

Because just at the edge of his perception, a familiar thing was approaching.

When was the last time?

Maybe it was a few years ago, maybe it was decades ago.

When those who were driving the ships appeared here, Prometheus was surprised to find that humans now had built ships that could sail underwater.

Just a few hundred years ago, they had just learned how to use sails and understood how to use the stars in the sky to guide their course.

The fourth generation of humans is far more intelligent than the humans of the previous three eras.

Although this also brings more disadvantages, Prometheus believes it is all worth it.

Nothing is perfect, and if there is, then its shortcomings may be the most important piece of the puzzle that makes it perfect.

"Another fleet, Prometheus. Can you guess why they are here?"

"..."

"You know, just like every time before."

"I accidentally fell into the water, something unexpected happened, told you all the beauty of the outside world, and then left with your help."

"But from the moment they return to the ground, all you can receive are their curses and insults."

"Some people were unwilling, so they died. Others remained silent, so they never had a chance to speak out again."

"Eventually, the remaining people gradually came to believe that you had brought disaster to mankind, so you should use your suffering to help them gain wealth and divine grace."

"..."

"Oh, I forgot to mention...you can get used to pain."

"So how can we make people never get used to pain? The answer is to show them the light every once in a while."

"..."

Maybe someone is talking, maybe it's just an illusion.

But from beginning to end, Prometheus did not respond at all.

I don’t know when it started, but at the bottom of this dark sea, another life seemed to be born.

None of the people who had come here before had ever discovered him, or rather, Prometheus was the only one who could hear his voice.

"...Don't you hate them? Don't you hate them?"

"You love humans... but not all humans love you."

"How about this? Use your wisdom and your foresight to select the good ones and leave the evil ones here."

"There's nothing wrong with this, you're just giving them the ending they deserve... Prometheus, am I wrong?!"

He was still gently persuading her one second ago, but the next moment his voice suddenly became high-pitched.

The voice coming from somewhere seemed to suddenly become crazy, questioning the prisoner who was tied up here, asking what was wrong with what he said.

However, the dark space remained quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Time passed slowly, and the voices in my ears were sometimes gentle, sometimes arrogant, sometimes humble, and sometimes arrogant.

Just like a madman with multiple personalities, it is constantly venting its emotions.

After a long time, peace finally came to the ears of the fire thief again.

"…I'm leaving, aren't you happy?"

Be silent in the noise and speak in the silence.

When the mysterious voice stopped talking, at a certain moment, the hoarse voice of the Fire Thief finally sounded in this space.

However, what he said at this moment was enough to scare anyone.

It is absolutely impossible for Prometheus to leave the Eye of the Sea.

Hercules thought he could do it, but in fact, there was no possibility of success on his own from the beginning.

The power of the God King locked up the Titan, and no one could release him without Zeus's knowledge... But this time, it was the turn of the mysterious voice to be silent.

"…You are the choice I made, and I can give you the power to change everything."

"Prometheus, why do you have to reject me?"

"Of course it's because I have no strength left."

"After all, carrying the human race is tiring enough, and carrying the hatred towards the God King is too heavy a burden."

Prometheus spoke slowly but clearly. On the iron nail, he tried to smile, but in the end he failed.

"And... you chose me not because I'm the most suitable... it's just that you gained rationality from my divine blood, so you thought I was your first choice."

"But I want you to remember that you are neither me nor He. You are an independent individual."

"Revenge on the God King. This is His will, not yours."

"Just like I see humans, I witnessed your birth with my own eyes... I hope that one day, you can also find the meaning of your own existence."

"..."

There was no response, but Prometheus knew that the life born in the depths of the sea eye heard his words.

Although it doesn't speak, it actually listens to what you say.

As for its true origin...

"Ahem... the ancestor of billions of demons..."

"Since the beginning of recorded history, the only great person to fall is probably Him..."

Violent coughing with bursts of blood foam.

Typhon was dead, of that there was no doubt.

As for the one in the eye of the sea, it is just as Prometheus said.

It is an independent individual, an existence whose thoughts are not clear at the beginning.

As for the arrogant Lord of All Demons...it is probably impossible for him to be resurrected.