章節 884: The World's Memories

There was no fanfare, storm, or announcement about the death of a god. No one would know she was dead, aside from the ones who knew she was alive at all.

But Gaius wept.

Even if he initially hated her with all his godly being, this stemmed from his unfathomable love for her.

And now that he had taken her life away, it hit him like a meteor slamming into a planet. Gaius forgot everything about the seven individuals he had captured as he left with Psyche, and wandered the stars, thinking about how he could have done things differently.

This gave more than enough time to the Progenitors of magic to escape their darned prison, and leave behind a little gift to the god for capturing them.

They wouldn't stick around to find out if he liked it or not, though.

And when they reached back into their realm, the seven of them quickly boosted the power of the veil between the mortal and god realms. An incident like this shouldn't happen ever again.