Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 882 - 355 A Cycle_2
Chapter 882: Chapter 355: A Cycle_2 Chapter 882: Chapter 355: A Cycle_2 At last, what the Prince most wanted was to leave openly with the other person.
Thinking this, Paris took a step forward and spoke gently,
“Helen, hear me out,”
“There’s nothing in this world that could outweigh your place in my heart, and such a person as you shouldn’t stay in this barbaric kingdom.”
“Come with me, no one can tear us apart, just like I said yesterday.”
“This kingdom can’t stop me, my power is far greater than you can imagine.”
“…Paris, it’s not that I don’t want to leave with you, but this place is ultimately a royal city.”
“I do believe you wouldn’t lie to me, but it’s still too dangerous, if you…”
“I won’t be harmed!”
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Moved by her concern for his safety, Paris knew it was completely unnecessary.
Taking a deep breath, the Prince drew his wand, a surge of immense confidence welling up in his chest.
“Helen, I’m not just comforting you, nor am I being reckless.”
“In fact, I have already conquered the Death that was destined.”
“Even Destiny can’t kill me, it has already been trampled under my feet—Helen, please believe me!”
“I…”
Forcing a smile, watching the slender stick, even though she tried to show trust, Paris could still see Helen’s worries.
Although during the past few days, the Prince had demonstrated the Elder Wand’s miraculous power more than once, it was clear Helen attributed it to Paris’s own strength.
In today’s Mortal Realm, tales of mighty heroes are not rare.
But to say that just a stick could defeat a kingdom was something people could hardly accept.
Feeling somewhat irritated, but seeing Helen try to persuade him, Paris couldn’t feel any anger.
Her arguments were entirely in his interests, and if he hadn’t experienced it himself, would he really believe in “conquering Destiny” and “an all-powerful wand”?
Putting himself in her shoes, it was only natural that Helen would have doubts.
However, normal as they were, his power was also real.
Thinking this, the Prince made a decision.
“Helen, I know you still don’t believe me, but that’s okay, I will make you believe.”
“All lies in this world will shatter in the face of truth, I will show you with ironclad truth that there is nothing I cannot share with you, and every word I say is indeed true.”
Speaking solemnly, his left hand unconsciously stroked the wand as if it were his own finger joints; Paris finally extended his right hand.
He reversed the Elder Wand, handing the handle to her.
And Helen was clearly stunned for a moment, then she took the wand Paris handed her.
“This is…”
“Hold it, this is the most powerful weapon in the world, just before now, even a Deity fell into a slumber because of it.”
“This is my divine object, the proof of my victory over Destiny—Helen, it would be meaningless for ordinary people to have it, but you are different.”
“This is my personal gift to you, and in the whole Mortal Realm, you are the only one who can ‘subdue’ me.”
With a slight smile, Paris mentioned what he perceived as a ‘future’ Helen would likely never know of.
And being ‘defeated’ by Helen didn’t seem wrong to the Prince.
“Come, feel its power, the grace gained after conquering Destiny.”
“As long as you wish, it can turn imagination into reality.”
“This is the most powerful, and most perfect witchcraft.”
“We don’t need to learn anything, just holding it, we can achieve whatever we desire.”
Watching Helen transition from being bewildered to curious, then to fascination and excitement, Paris stepped back, turning his gaze toward the window.
At that moment, Sparta was cloudless, the sky a deep blue.
The Prince pointed to the sky, not turning back, and said,
“Come, try out your power.”
“Wave the wand, and you can summon rain and clouds, tear down walls.”
“Then… okay,”
A soft voice came from behind, and the Prince couldn’t help but smile.
That was Helen, as always, gentle and perfect…
Thinking like this, for some reason, Paris felt his gaze seemed slightly blurred.
From light to dark, everything in his field of vision turned into dark tones, eventually succumbing to darkness.
The Prince wanted to pat his head, but his thoughts were becoming increasingly sluggish.
It could have been a day, or perhaps just a moment.
At some point, Paris felt himself plunging into darkness.
Beyond that, he felt nothing else.
Thud—
Withdrawing his right hand, Lachesis calmly watched the fallen Prince.
Behind him, a black wound was clearly visible.
If the Prince had any consciousness at that moment, he would likely be surprised to find that the wound on his body was exactly like the one he had inflicted on Atropos.
Both in position and size, not differing by a hair.
“This is the response Destiny gives you, Humans,”
“Since you did what should not have been done, the effects given to us, we will return them all.”
Somewhere in the void, the backlash of Destiny fell once more.
Though this was an equivalent response, initially it was the three Goddesses who had failed to maintain the fixed Destiny.
Though ultimately, it wasn’t caused by the three Goddesses who were newly born, the world itself still showed no sympathy towards them.
However, feeling the backlash was somewhat less than expected, Lachesis couldn’t help but feel fortunate about her choice of candidate.
In the rightful track of Destiny, Pallas died because of Helen, and now he had died because of Helen again.
Though the cause and results were not quite the same, it still spared her some trouble.
Now what needed to be done was to find the real mastermind behind the scenes.
“Let me see…”
Holding the Elder Wand, using Paris as a conduit, Lachesis began to seek out the true mastermind.
As ridiculous as this Prince was, he couldn’t possibly have crafted such a thing; someone else must have been behind it all.
“This is…”
“An Athenian?”
After a long time, it seemed she finally found the answer, but the results were quite unexpected.
Was this human really the trigger for all this? But how could he?
Not understanding and somewhat hesitant,
Lachesis knew that either she had not found the right target, or that the person actually had some hidden extraordinary attribute.
Perhaps she should have someone test him, but for the Fates, the answers obtained from Destiny itself should never be told to those who shouldn’t know anything about all this.
If this action was meant to steer the person onto the path of Destiny, then it could be barely permissible.
But no matter how one looked at it, having a Deity test a Human was absolutely unrelated.
“Sigh…”
“Be careful and take it step by step.”
With a gentle wave of the hand holding the Elder Wand, script appeared on a scarf, transforming into a small bird that flew northward.
Regarding her discovery, Lachesis did not intend to keep her sister in the dark.
In case something also happened to herself, she couldn’t let her sister start from scratch… However, coming back to it, this so-called wand was indeed very useful.
The Power of Destiny mixed with many other elements, eventually the power of Destiny, which originally couldn’t directly intervene in the world, greatly enhanced the other powers in a clever way.
Vaguely, it was as if a world also couldn’t exist without Destiny, when the power of Destiny came into existence, the matter and Spirituality built on the Void also achieved some kind of intersection and Sublimation.
Unfortunately, she ultimately couldn’t keep using it because, in reality, Helen was the rightful user of the Elder Wand, not Lachesis.
Even as a Goddess, she had no power to change this.
Gently shaking her head, it was just a moment before Lachesis was no longer regretful.
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If she could solve the culprit behind Atropos’ disappearance, then similar things to this wand might be obtained a second time.
But if she couldn’t resolve it, then there would be no future.
In the end, as long as she was cautious, it was hard for her to defeat her opponent using someone else’s weapon.
So in such a situation, whether she could use this wand or not didn’t matter anymore.
