An increasing number of deities chose to flee from his side.
Indeed, to the outside world, he was perceived as a traitor to the depths of the ocean, a mindless avenger declaring war against the blue star.
Who could have anticipated that a once mighty divine emperor would find himself coerced into action? He was acutely aware of his purpose.
Ahead lay an abyss, and in the face of those who had defected, he turned a blind eye, allowing a path of escape for his followers.
In continually eroding his own strength, he sensed the approach of his own demise.
The space surrounding the divine vessel was being methodically probed inch by inch by that iron mass of the blue star, leaving them with scan time.
Now it hinged on the woman s plan.
If it succeeded, perhaps he could cling to life.
At this moment, he was akin to a grasshopper tethered to that woman.
His survival depended on whether she could leap them both out of this dire predicament.
However, the abyss was not easily navigated.
As a target in the open, he was in grave peril.
The white robed woman tapped rhythmically against the railing of the platform, the sound echoing continuously.
You declare war in my name while hiding behind me.
Have you devised a means to achieve your desired outcome and escape? The man inquired.
Silence.
You are disturbing my thoughts.
The figure in the white robe admonished the man with an air of authority.
The man remained silent.
After a lengthy pause, he inquired, "Could it be that you genuinely care for Corkclaf? In your childhood, you held that child close.
He lingered by your side for quite some time.
How could that be? The white robed deity cast a sidelong glance at the man, a sardonic expression gracing her features, seemingly mocking his sentimental musings.
The man's face bore the imprint of nostalgia.
His eyes soft with tenderness, their gazes clashed, each inflicting wounds upon the other.
The atmosphere once again succumbed to silence.
The man took several more sips of his drink.
Perhaps the liquor emboldened him.
He continued, "I uh I must ask you about La.
Is it truly as you claim, or do you merely covet her power? The man met the woman's blood red gaze, his body wreaking of alcohol, yet his eyes remained remarkably clear.
It was evident he already knew the answer.
His query served only as a means of confirmation.
You must have deceived me, he posited.
Indeed, foolish serpent, you are as naive as that fish, disgusting in your sentimentality.
Non-human deities are repugnant beings, she replied in a teasing tone.
She unabashedly displayed her malice before him, revealing her most sinister side.
With an angelic visage, yet a heart of a demon.
The bloody cruelty she inflicted could scarcely be articulated.
"You have always perceived me this way.
Did you not realize it long ago?" The man down the liquor swiftly, emptying the bottle before casting it aside onto the deck.
He retrieved another bottle from the void and continued to drink without pause.
In the days to come, I shall directly confront the blue star deity responsible for Corkclav's demise.
And in doing so, I will avenge the child.
You may do as you please.
Stop.
You cannot proceed in such a manner.
It will ruin my plans.
The bottle shattered, spilling its contents, and the two parted ways in discord.
The gauzy curtains billowed with the undulating sea.
This expanse of water was the dominion of the chief god Stoy Leah of the deep sea pantheon covering a vast area of 22 320 311 billion units a fictitious measurement from the outer divine realm.
Dennis stood at the bow of the colossal moving divine vessel, the sea breeze tousling his hair, rendering him a sight of exquisite beauty akin to a painting.
He pondered the message within, uncertain if little Chi would ever learn of it.
Should she discover it, it would be fortuitous, yet ignorance might also serve her well.
He hoped the child thrived, free from the trials he had endured.
He recalled the previous day when the woman had kissed his cheek, and in a tone of amusement, recounted tales of Bradley.
He was but a foolish serpent toyed within her hands.
Had it not been for a semblance of loyalty, he would have been discarded long ago.
Indeed, this reflected the true thoughts of that callous woman.
For the foremost powers of the divine realm, usefulness is the only truth.
Everything else is mere deception, an elaborate fa aday crafted to ensnare the lesser deities.
It is lamentable and sorrowful that the once sentimental mare folk who cherished emotions above life itself have come to this.
Your highness Dennis, it is rather chilly outside.
Please be cautious and do not catch a chill.
Dennis turned around, somewhat taken aback.
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Remarkable medical skills.
The one who approached to speak was unexpectedly a divine attendant passing by.
She was a youthful maiden, her eyes still reflecting a hint of innocence.
With a surge of courage, she stepped forward to offer a reminder, albeit with a touch of trepidation.
Her delicate visage, adorned with a pair of glistening eyes, seemed almost fit to be presented as a tribute to the sovereign.
Poor girl, if her origins were unknown.
Perhaps tomorrow such a fate might befall her.
Dennis blinked, suppressing his malicious thoughts.
His gaze is softening with warmth.
He smiled gently and addressed her.
You are Cassie, the divine attendant who accompanied that esteemed lord.
Are you not? The maiden was visibly exhilarated, nodding fervently.
She had not anticipated that the prince of the deep sea, Dennis, would remember her name.
As a low-ranking deity who had just passed her examination to become a servant of the main god, she was fortunate to gain this rare opportunity.
Albeit her family held a modest status within the nature deity pantheon.
It was likely that even her supervisor was unaware of her name.
Yet, this prince whom she had met only once, recognized her.
She had heard tales of how amiable Prince Dennis was, and now she witnessed his gentleness firsthand.
"Take good care of yourself," Dennis said with a smile before turning away.
He walked slowly, the breeze fluttering his thin garments, revealing the slenderness of his waist.
"How beautiful! How gentle!" he appeared to possess a delightful disposition, one that incited a desire to possess him.
A fresh-faced maiden stood on the ship, admiring the beauty below.
Beside her, a middle-aged woman frowned, tapping the table.
I as if we must discuss serious matters.
The girl pointed at the youth and implored, "Stoyah, could you give them to me?" "Absolutely not.
" The woman replied firmly.
The girl, taken aback, pouted and furrowed her brows, beginning to whine.
"Sister Stoyah, I simply desire this play thing.
Why can't you part with him for me? I promise to treat him well, to play with him for a year before disposing of him.
" The woman's wine glass slammed down heavily as she retorted.
Dennis is the son of our deep sea pantheon, not a mere toy.
The maiden's innocent smile faded, her gaze turning dark as she fixed her stare on the woman.
She bared her sharp teeth, and an aura of semi- divine presence emerged behind her, instilling fear in the attendants nearby, rendering them breathless.
"I absolutely want him," she articulated, each word deliberate.
The woman lifted her head as dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky and the sea trembled.
I as if, "Do not be willful.