Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Elements are a special kind of substance, both ethereal and corporeal, and they also possess excellent compatibility. This characteristic allows them to blend with nearly everything in the world and transform into new, controllable energies.

That was how magic power originated; it is an imitation of the Almighty Divine Power, a product of spirit and element merging and sublimating. However, the magic power strived for elevation—it grew stronger with the mental will of the spellcasters; but the force in Zeus's hands was not like this.

It was a degradation of Divine Power, a dilution and blunting. What determined its potency was the extent of dilution, and the proportion of Divine Power in it could never exceed one-twelfth.

It seemed to be a limitation; once the proportion of Divine Power was too high, the element could no longer maintain balance with it, ensuring that this special energy inevitably remained a step behind Divine Power. Yet at the same time, this dilution allowed it to escape from the hands of deities and be harnessed by other life forms.

Zeus had conducted similar experiments before; he had allowed Nymphs and wild beasts to merge with this energy he termed 'Sacred Power,' and indeed, they could use it. Those with strong spirits and acute perceptions could hold more and purer Sacred Power; those with weak spirits and dull perceptions could only control weak and diffuse Sacred Power.

Moreover, the Divine King discovered that these beings, bathed in his power day and night, unless vehemently opposed to him, would subtly deepen their faith in him, while the rest could at least maintain it unchanged.

This undoubtedly strengthened Zeus's previous notion; since magic power could become witchcraft, there was no reason this 'Sacred Power' from his own hand couldn't transform into Divine Arts bestowed upon mortals by deities.

As long as they selected those faithful mortals to be endowed with this power, they could become true priests who spread the faith for the gods, rather than the arrogant fools taught by Prometheus. These devout Divine Practitioners would become a privileged class among humans, solely to disseminate the glory of deities.

"I've said it before, the Magic Net doesn't refuse others' use, but while pure elements can perfectly fit on the strings of the Magic Net, it doesn't mean other forces can,"

After looking at the pale golden energy in Zeus's hand for a while, the girl in the blue dress said indifferently:

"There might be some loss; the farther it's transmitted, the more obvious the loss becomes. Part of it is due to the subtle friction with the Magic Net's strings, and another part will be absorbed by the Magic Net as nutrients for its operation."

The Magic Net had been expanding incessantly since its creation. Beyond the reaches of the stars, to the ends of the seas, and even into some law-chaotic wastelands, so it naturally longed for external power. Of course, the Goddess of the Magic Net could forcibly prevent this absorption of energy in transit, but she saw no reason to do so.

"Never mind, a mere trace of Divine Power, as long as it can flow in the Magic Net, that's sufficient."

Nodding her head, to the Divine King, this slight loss was inconsequential.

Having settled the matter, Zeus's expression grew relaxed; the Divine Arts issue was resolved, and another piece was added to his puzzle in the Mortal Realm. All that remained was to wait, as endless faith would come to him.

"Hecate, regarding my daughter, I have another matter to discuss."

Having concluded the business, Zeus was ready to leave, but recalling his daughter, designated to be his right hand, had gone away, the Divine King still wanted to attempt something. So he turned to the girl in the blue dress, making a reasonable request.

"My daughter may grow up here, but that doesn't mean the bond between her and me is thus severed; today's events occurred, not by my own volition."

"So in the future, when my daughter comes of age, I will return here. On that day, no one can stand in my way again."

He spoke of 'coming of age,' but Zeus was prepared to wait until after his own half ritual was complete to return. Although by then Artemis would surely have developed her own likes, dislikes, and view of the world, no longer allowing her parents to dictate her path as a child might, the Divine King believed that he could persuade her to return to Olympus.

"...Then come, as long as that day arrives, just don't be disappointed."

After a moment of silence, the girl in the blue dress took out a Crystal Ball from her sleeve. She looked at it while Zeus watched, puzzled, then nodded in agreement.

"Very well, Hecate, I will respect her own wishes when the time comes."

He nodded in response; a royal ritual cannot be achieved through coercion. But whether through enticement or affection, Zeus believed that he could always fulfill his goals. Read latest stories on m_v-l'e-NovelFire

Finally, he glanced toward The East, the direction from which Leto and Apollo had departed in the previous images. Before coming, Zeus had intended to bring them back to the Mount of the Gods with Artemis to prevent similar events, but now, he had changed his mind.

Apollo, he would return to Olympus in a state of glory, but before that, he needed an 'adventure' to deepen his reverence for his Divine King.

"May our friendship endure, Hecate. And well, I must say, I still prefer seeing you as you are now."