The memories of “Helios” were somewhat hazy, as if some mysterious force was obscuring them—shrouded in a layer of mist, unclear and indistinct.
But Charlotte could still roughly deduce what had happened in that era based on the shifting light and the vague images.
A golden sun slowly rose, and wherever its light reached, all things withered, life itself extinguished.
A brutal divine war broke out. The Sun God “Helios” fought alone against many, defeating and devouring each of the besieging Gods—until the last one remained.
A silver God.
Silver—the color of the moon divine power.
The Moon Goddess—Artemis.
Charlotte saw Helios raise his divine sword and saw Artemis, kneeling on the ground, gazing toward the heavens as if saying something.
The sword fell, piercing Artemis’s chest—but in that moment, Artemis lunged upward and pulled Helios into her embrace…
BOOM—!
The Sun God Helios was struck directly.
Terrifying shockwaves scattered in all directions, reducing everything nearby to dust in an instant.
The land shattered. Seawater poured in. And the entire western continent was utterly destroyed by that single, heaven-sent blow.
…
“The Blood Moon…”
Gazing at that fleeting image within the blurred vision, Charlotte’s expression grew solemn.
Though the image was unclear, she felt as if she sensed a familiar power emanating from that familiar Blood Moon.
“Was that the real Lilith in history… or…”
Charlotte was caught between suspicion and shock, falling into deep thought.
As she delved deeper, the scenes on either side of the stairway became increasingly blurred.
Of course, the era was also growing more ancient.
Charlotte could vaguely make out that she was now witnessing memories from the height of elven civilization—memories belonging to Helios.
She saw the prosperity of the elven world, the rise of the Elven Gods…
Eventually, the memory fragments on either side of the stairs halted before one final, ancient vision.
An age-old altar, etched with a symbol representing the “Creator God” in elven culture.
Pious elves prayed before the altar, golden light radiating from it—until that light fell upon the very last figures in the crowd: a pair of young elven siblings…
…
At that point, Helios’s memories came to an end.
And Charlotte had reached the top of the stairs.
Before her stood a majestic, solemn temple.
She was no stranger to this place—it was the resting place of the Gods of the Holy Court, the Temple of Eternity, where Charlotte had once visited before.
The temple doors slowly opened. Charlotte gathered her scattered thoughts and stepped inside.
Within the temple, gold and jade shimmered brilliantly.
In the dignified and sacred grand hall, divine thrones were arranged in a semi-circular pattern like a council chamber.
One God after another sat upon them, dressed in various divine robes, each marked with unique divine symbols and patterns—these were the subordinate Gods of the Holy Court from across history.
But Charlotte’s steps paused slightly.
Because despite the differences in divine attire, despite the variety of divine laws they represented—all of them shared the same face.
Helios’s face.
They seemed to take no notice of Charlotte’s arrival. No—more precisely, they were no longer independent beings.
They… had long since been assimilated by Helios.
All of the assimilated Gods’ gazes were fixed in the same direction—toward the center of the temple, at the highest point, the divine throne that symbolized the Supreme God.
There, seated calmly in the robes of the Lord God, was the Creator God—Harald.
But behind the throne stood another figure.
A beautiful silver figure—she stood behind the throne, eyes closed, back slightly bowed, pale arms gently wrapped around Harald’s neck.
It was… the Moon Goddess Artemis.
“Harald? And… Artemis?”
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Hearing Charlotte’s voice, “Harald” on the divine throne slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of golden eyes.
Eyes that were indifferent and cold.
But as they met Charlotte’s gaze, a faint ripple of emotion surfaced in them, and a trace of complexity emerged.
“Teacher…”
Charlotte let out a subtle breath of relief.
What she feared most was that Harald’s consciousness had been completely overtaken by Helios. But thankfully, Harald still retained his sense of self.
However, he was indeed no longer the same as the Harald she once knew.
Based on everything she had seen within the divine soul world, Charlotte could now roughly determine the reason—
He had… regained the memories of Helios.
To be honest, after witnessing Helios’s memories, Charlotte had many questions she needed answered.
But she knew now was not the time—and Harald himself might not even be able to answer them.
For now, the most important thing was this:
Helping Harald reclaim control of his body from Helios.
As for Artemis, standing behind Harald…
Charlotte could tell at a glance that this was merely a body without a divine soul.
She… had long since fallen.
Charlotte felt a twinge of sorrow.
Strictly speaking, she and Artemis weren’t particularly close. Though they had met when she traveled through history, Charlotte had always felt that Artemis subtly kept her distance.
She had long suspected that Artemis was hiding some great secret.
But no matter what, Artemis had once been her companion in another era.
This Moon Goddess, who lived on in her memories, had always been powerful yet unassuming. Even when facing Charlotte, then still a Demigod, Artemis had treated her with respect and courtesy.
And now, like Sea King Oceanus, she too had fallen into eternal slumber.
Charlotte took a deep breath and pushed down her grief.
She looked at Harald and said,
“Harald, since you’re awake, then come with me. Let’s go reclaim control over your divine persona.” Searᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
But Harald didn’t move.
“Harald?”
Charlotte repeated in confusion.
Harald let out a quiet breath, his expression slightly conflicted.
“Eternal Night… Teacher… it’s already too late.”
Charlotte paused.
Something seemed to click in her mind, and her expression shifted. She immediately looked toward Harald’s body.
Golden-red light shimmered in her eyes, and she saw faint, illusory chains wrapping around Harald’s form. These chains extended from the many Gods who had been assimilated, binding Harald tightly to the divine throne.
Platinum divine power swirled along the chains, and beneath that divine light, wisps of pale mist crept outward. Most of the silver brilliance surrounding Harald held them at bay—but some had already begun to seep in, connecting with him.
This was… origin power!
Charlotte’s expression shifted.
She understood almost instantly what had happened to Harald.
Harald had long been corrupted by origin power—and now Helios was using the ranks of other myths to suppress him in place!
As for Artemis… judging from the remnants of her divine power, she had likely chosen Harald, the reincarnated rational version of Helios, over the mad Helios.
She had ultimately stood by Harald’s side and acted as his protector.
And now, she had sacrificed her divine soul, using the moon divine power—which also bore traces of the origin—to isolate the origin corruption and Helios’s suppression from within!
But even a Moon Goddess couldn’t block everything.
She had already fallen. Even sacrificing what remained of her power could only barely preserve Harald’s clarity of self.
In other words, only two paths now lay ahead for Harald.
One: to be completely devoured by the origin power, allowing the Creator’s Will to fully awaken within him.
The other: to be entirely overtaken by Helios’s consciousness, who would then embrace the origin and ascend to so-called “supremacy.”
Both paths… were dead ends.
Harald couldn’t resist the Creator’s Will—nor could Helios.
Whether the Creator’s Will awakened directly, or whether the mad Helios ascended to the peak, the end result… would still be the return of the Creator.
This was the struggle Harald had endured, the delay he had fought for—
All to hold on until Charlotte arrived.
Looking at Harald’s calm expression, feeling the ever-growing pressure of origin power within him, Charlotte felt a hint of daze creep in.
A creeping sense of foreboding grew in her chest.
She had the distinct feeling…
That this scene—she had lived through something like this before.
Even though Harald hadn’t said it yet, Charlotte somehow already knew what he was going to say… what he was going to do.
And instinctively, she resisted that outcome.
That inescapable fate-like course, as if someone was deliberately forcing it forward, giving her no other choice.
“Eternal Night… Teacher.”
Harald finally spoke.
“No! It’s not time to give up—pull yourself together!”
Charlotte cut him off.
As she spoke, she unleashed a surge of crimson blood divine power and simultaneously called upon the origin power already under her control, manifesting a host of sharp blades to strike the chains attempting to erode Harald.
But she did not succeed.
The chains were easily severed—but the moment her divine power faded, they reconnected again.
Unless Charlotte maintained a constant influx of power… but doing so would be tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. The origin power was continuously converging on Harald. In the end, not only would she fail to stop it—she herself could be dragged into it.
“Eternal Night… Teacher, stop. This is my fate… our fate… the fate of history and the world itself.”
Harald said.
Charlotte’s expression grew complicated.
And at last, Harald spoke the words that struck like a nightmare.
“Your Grace, Savior… devour my power.”
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