Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 542 - 161 Mount Nysa and the Vessel of Eons

not long after, outside the corycian cave, zeus met with zephyrus, the god of west wind, who had finally waited for him to emerge.

zeus didn’t discuss anything superfluous with his loyal servant. the divine king simply shared the ’true history’ he had compiled, praised his servant’s loyalty, and while arranging how to reward the mortal prince who had made great contributions, he also probed whether zephyrus had heard anything he shouldn’t have.

the result seemed to have greatly satisfied zeus. zephyrus said he had always stood by the door and had noticed nothing amiss. relieved, zeus then signaled him to leave the place first.

he hadn’t yet recovered to his peak condition and even if he were fully restored, zeus didn’t believe he could withstand an assault from typhon. even if typhon consumed the fruit of one day, he feared he still wouldn’t be a match. so what he needed to do now was to find a place to hide where no one could find him.

as long as they couldn’t find him, naturally typhon couldn’t talk about defeating him. once time passed, everything would become fixed fate. and conveniently, he had a hideout unknown to everyone else.

the only one privy to it was zephyrus, so quite decisively, zeus chose to take him along.

...

while the divine king was still conversing with his servant, at the same time, the three fates, who had left earlier, were heading north.

this time, the price would not be paid by zeus. unlike ’death,’ the method to ’defeat typhon’ was an obligation the three sisters owed to the divine king. they should have been completely transparent with zeus about this matter. since atropos failed to do so, she alone would bear all the consequences that follow.

"sister, you lied to him... the backlash of fate has already started to take its toll on you. but why did you do it?"

although they had only left a short while ago, it was nearly visible to the naked eye that atropos had aged further than when she was first born, even emitting a putrid stench. however, clotho felt no revulsion, knowing what atropos, the firstborn of the three fates, had shouldered for her two younger sisters.

lachesis carried a portion of the burden, which made her look slightly older, but that was merely a fraction of it, whereas clotho was truly free of debt.

"the reason... clotho, and lachesis, do you think i’m harming him?"

after coughing, her teeth appeared yellow and somewhat blackened. at this moment, atropos did not resemble a goddess; she looked more like a mortally ill peasant woman, someone one would instinctively want to keep away from.

"isn’t it so? destiny tells us that the power within typhon doesn’t belong to this world, or even the chaos world in its origin—though it has become part of it, this is still not good for the divine king, right?"

helping her elder sister up, lachesis also harbored some doubts.

she looked to be in her thirties, the prime age for a woman’s alluring maturity. her fair complexion contrasted starkly against atropos’ wrinkled and lined skin, and her voluptuous form only accentuated atropos’ decay, making it all the more repellent.