Chapter - 44: Interlude

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Chapter - 44: Interlude - New Evil God Chain

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[Typhon Pov]

I sat upon my new throne, my fingers tracing the intricate details of the object in my grasp – the golden trident that now belonged to me, a prized possession acquired after wresting it from its previous owner's hands.

The trident, a symbol of the god of the seas, had a storied history. Crafted as one of the divine weapons forged to aid in the overthrow of his own father's rule and secure victory in the Titanomachia – that monumental battle etched in the annals of divine history, where gods and titans clashed in an epic struggle.

"It would be a waste to let such a weapon lie dormant," I muttered to myself, my gaze shifting to the chains that adorned my wrists. Despite the hardships they had endured, the chains, a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, had proven unyielding even after my liberation. A testament to the prowess of the god of forging who had created them.

The trident held great potential. Not only could it serve as a formidable weapon in combat, but its mystical properties were vast and intriguing. It could manipulate water, controlling it to conjure elementals, swift vessels, and even conjuring mists and storms of great intensity. Its power allowed for the summoning of waves to propel it at remarkable speeds, and it held the capability to shape the very earth through water manipulation, causing earthquakes by altering water pressure.

And yet, it was more than just its utilitarian aspects that intrigued me. The trident carried the echoes of battles long past, the residue of divine clashes that had shaped the world as we knew it. It held the essence of ambition, of a god's desire to rise above his origins and secure his place in the heavens.

As I held the trident in my hands, I felt a connection to the history it bore, a connection that resonated with my own journey. With newfound purpose, I rose from my throne, the trident gleaming in the light. It was a symbol of power, of the untamed forces of the sea and the divine will that shaped destinies.

The trident, now mine, was not just a weapon. It was a relic of history, a manifestation of power and ambition, and a tool to shape the world around me. With it in my grasp, I was prepared to carve my own destiny and leave my mark on the realms of gods and mortals alike.

As I held the trident in my hand, I couldn't ignore its immense power. It was a remarkable weapon, a symbol of Poseidon's control over the sea. An idea struck me – why not harness this power for myself?

"Cortana," I called out, my thoughts racing.

[Yes, master. How can I assist?]

"Change the trident into a liquid state and merge it with my chains. I want them to become a new weapon that suits me."

[Understood.]

The trident started to change before my eyes. Its solid form melted away, transforming into a glowing, golden liquid. It moved on its own, flowing towards my wrists where the chains were wrapped.

Watching the process was captivating. The liquid trident combined seamlessly with my chains, creating a new, unified weapon. The chains seemed infused with a new energy, resonating with the trident's power.

Once the fusion was complete, I felt a surge of energy. The trident's essence was now part of me, a mix of godly power and raw strength. The weapon on my wrists felt like a bridge between technology and primal force, a melding of two worlds.

With the fused trident and chains in my hands, an idea sparked within me. I remembered that the blood of a god was said to be a crucial ingredient in the creation of a potent divine weapon. Drawing upon this knowledge, I decided to infuse the weapon with my own blood, further enhancing its power.

Gripping the weapon tightly, I extended my hand, letting a small cut form on my palm. My blood dripped onto the chains, and a transformation began.

The blood took on a life of its own, weaving intricate patterns and runes across the surface of the chains. As the blood seeped in, the chains darkened, their appearance taking on a more sinister, ominous aura.

The transformation was captivating and eerie, a testament to the fusion of God's dark power and my Evil Ki . The runes etched into the chains seemed to pulse with energy, as if they held a life force of their own. I could feel the resonance between my blood and the weapon, a connection that sent shivers down my spine.

The weapon in my hands had become something more than just a tool. It was now a manifestation of my determination, my strength, and the convergence of divine and mortal forces.

The sea around me seemed to respond, the currents echoing the changes that had taken place.

With the weapon now infused with my blood, I felt an undeniable sense of empowerment. I was ready to face Old Gods one more, armed with a weapon that embodied the essence of both godly authority and my own relentless spirit.

As I held the transformed weapon in my hands, a name formed in my mind - "Leviathan." It seemed fitting for the weapon that combined the trident of a sea god, my chains, and my own blood.

Then it was not to be forgotten that in many worlds, names have power, and this name captured the essence of the weapon's newfound power and the ominous aura that surrounded it.

With the name decided, I spoke it aloud, as if bestowing a purpose upon the weapon. "Leviathan," I spoke, as if granting it a purpose and identity..

The weapon seemed to respond, the runes on the chains pulsing with an eerie energy. It was as if the name gave the weapon a consciousness of its own, a sense of identity that resonated with my Evil Ki as if in resonance.

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