Chapter 733
Page 733
Slay Poseidon!!!
How could I be satisfied if I didn't take this opportunity to poke dozens of skull holes in that guy!
For this, she even promised to protect her former enemy! Poseidon! Poseidon!! Poseidon!!!! Gritting her teeth! Her face contorted with hatred!
Jason, who had been watching her closely, was terrified by her posture. What was this woman thinking? Her face was so cruel and ferocious. Was she planning to tear him to pieces? Women are truly terrifying!
Just then, a beautiful harp melody suddenly rang out, as if it possessed a magical power that could soothe the stress and wounds in people's hearts.
Night did not respond directly to Katniss, but instead, she appeared at the bow of the ship and began to play music.
Unlike previous performances, this time magic was used, even unleashing the power of Apollo's harp, a Noble Phantasm, which possesses the magic to heal hearts.
It can heal not only mental and spiritual injuries, but also physical injuries.
Katniss's body began to recover rapidly, but all the heroic spirits, including Katniss herself, were captivated, their eyes glazed over as they immersed themselves in the beautiful world of music.
The sea had calmed down at some point, and even the flow of the Void Cave, which was always turbulent and swirling, began to slow down.
Even the once-mad sea god Poseidon, whose massive, mindless machine roared incessantly, was now unusually quiet, as if some sea monster had suddenly fallen into a daze.
Seagulls flew and circled in the sky, and even in outer space, the goddess Artemis was lost in a peaceful dream.
Artemis—How many years have passed? Compared to the memories and spirit origin of Artemis in the pan-human history, the Lostbelt Artemis has a much longer divine lifespan.
She truly wandered alone for tens of thousands of years.
Unlike the other main gods who had collapsed, self-destructed, or died in the war of gods, she was still alive—and being alive meant continuing to suffer.
Even if one feels loved, healed, and regains consciousness by merging with oneself in the pan-human history, it does not mean that the heaviness of the soul, the loneliness and damage of the spirit have been completely healed.
Tens of thousands of years of solitude need more love to fill the void.
Fortunately, the loneliness will gradually decrease with each passing day until the body is completely warmed.
If I could hear such music every day, the process would probably be shortened by a hundred times.