Hestia nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. “The Red Berserker can sever anything physical, including the consciousness tethered to the body. If you strike his brain, it will annihilate his mind and the fragments tied to it.”
“Great, so where do we find it?” Asami asked, placing a hand on her hip, her tone edged with impatience.
Shinji raised his arms dramatically, his eyes wide with excitement as he gazed at the light filtering through the cracks above. “Hope,” he declared with a maniacal grin, his pupils dilating.
Asami groaned and rubbed her temples. “You’re stupid. Fucking retarded even.”
“Come on, Asami. Let’s find the dagger.”
Turning to Hestia, Asami’s tone became more measured. “Hey, Goddess. Zeus’s body is probably with the dagger. Can you locate it?”
“Locating his energy would require him to be actively exuding it,” Hestia replied, her voice steady and analytical. “If he suppresses it, even I cannot distinguish him from a mortal. However, gods typically radiate energy—containing it is burdensome for them.”
Before anyone could respond, Asami suddenly collapsed, clutching her chest. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as sweat poured down her face. “That God of Death… he defeated Michael. I thought Michael was invincible. How could he—”
Shinji’s eyes widened as a chilling sensation swept over the room. “His energy,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “It’s even harsher than before. We need to move. Now!”
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Hestia’s calm demeanor cracked ever so slightly as an overwhelming presence filled the air. Even as an immortal, she felt her very soul strain under the weight of the energy.
A black fog seeped into the room, swallowing the light and silencing the world around them.
Shinji turned, his gaze locking with a figure emerging from the mist. A man bound in chains, his grin unnaturally wide, his fingers elongated like claws.
“I feel it,” the man hissed, his voice both ecstatic and menacing. “The freedom. Is this what it feels like to be a god?”
He raised his shackled hand, the chains melting away like wax. His glowing blue eyes burned with an unsettling intensity.
“All of you… die.”
Shinji dropped to his knees, his strength abandoning him as a black tendril pierced his mind. His vision blurred, and he felt his very soul splinter.
“You,” the man said, leaning closer. “Your soul… it’s like an illusion. A fake.”
Suddenly, the trio dissipated into gas.
[C-Class Skill: Delusion]
A manipulation of light, creating illusions that deceive the opponent’s perception of reality.
“Stand behind me,” Hestia commanded, her voice steady despite the chaos. “I will fill these tunnels with ember and smoke, obscuring his sight.”
Her eyes glowed a deep blue as her hands radiated intense heat. Blue flames surged down the corridor, the air thick with smoke.
“Don’t breathe it in!” Shinji shouted, his voice hoarse.
“Hestia, hold onto Shinji!” Asami cried.
A black tendril shot through the smoke, piercing Hestia’s chest. Golden ichor streamed down her body, yet her expression remained calm. She placed a steady hand on Shinji’s shoulder.
“Do not falter,” she said softly, even as blood filled her mouth. “We will escape this.”
Green energy surged beneath them as an aura enveloped the three. Hestia staggered, her knees buckling, but her resolve remained unshaken.
“Don’t move!” Shinji ordered. “The more you do, the longer this will take!”
The smoke thickened, obscuring even Thanatos’s vision. For the first time, the God of Death faltered, unable to pinpoint their souls.
The hallways began to rapidly shake, as Hestia dropped to the ground, the skill had immediately been canceled.
An entire flood rushed over them like a river swallowing a whole town, a rush of black water consuming the hallways like a vengeful spirit, the currents struck like a thunderstorm.
Shinji gasped as he felt himself rip apart, his consciousness carried away, he stared at his translucent body, shimmering like a piece of diamond.
“Well first time for everything”.