Hope in Noth

Right at Endora’s Capital periphery, a light blue crown full of cracks was lying on the ground. Two of the nine spikes growing on it were already broken, and the vortex at its center was barely revolving anymore.

Energy slowly leaked out of the crown, forming Kronos’ body around it. Standing up from the ground, Kronos lifted his hand, making his divinity materialize in his palm.

“Seth, you really pulled one on me this time.” He muttered, a trace of deep rage appearing in his eyes.

“Kronos, there’s a divinity forming inside the city and one coming from outside the world.”

Kronos’ eyes widened, and he asked: “Leora and the water bitch?”

“Yes. We can’t fight any of them in this condition. We should retreat.”

Kronos clenched his teeth, looking over the city ahead of him before staring once into the depths of space. “Something is not right. That damned god of destruction did something. I know it.”