Strong Mage Assassins

The Dream

Hesperus Point of View

I sighed and looked at him. I want to read his mind. But something seems to be blocking me from reading its thoughts.

It's a wonder if he actually lost his godhood power. He must also have no protective powers for me to read his mind.

"What is the reason why the mark of divinity disappeared from your palm?" I asked him.

He stopped for a moment and sat next to me. He sighed and thought about the incident.

"I don't know; all I remember is that someone hit my head while I was busy writing new songs," he continued.

As far as I know, he is not only a God of judgment; he is also soft-hearted. He will not simply inflict punishment on sinners. He did a long examination so that he could prove it was sinful.

But his appearance changed; he lost weight, but his size was not big.

"But didn't you see the likeness of that hekadang?" I replied angrily.

I covered my mouth, thinking about the incident. Isn't there protection wrapped in power around the house of God?

Nor can anyone enter without the permission of the deity.

"Even though I've lost my divine powers, I can read your thoughts," he said, smiling slightly at me and speaking again.

'But I can't read its mind. There are many questions that disturb my mind.

I know he reads my mind too. I know that, no doubt.

"Your mind says protection all around my home; am I right, Hesperus?" it asked.

'You are right, but what you say is impossible'

I looked at him and acted like I had no doubts about what he taught.

I'm not surprised anymore, and I know that the almighty God still blessed him with a little power.

"You're right, but what kind of power" did the hekada use to destroy it just like that?

I was interrupted when he spoke, so he caught his attention and looked at her.

"He holds the power of the Krea," he answered. While he was walking to and for

It's really surprising what he says—that he can almost believe me if I'm ignorant.

"You're talking about the Krea key, am I right?" I raised my forehead to ask him.

"You're right, and I know the end of the Krea world is near," he added.

"You were wrong; the world of Krea can't be lost by anyone." I resist what he said.

"Even if the light of Krea's power key is lost, evil will not prevail against good," I added.

Although I will never accept the defeat of the Krea, I will curse my two powers. If the world of Krea is just like that, it will lose the battle.

"But how can you be sure of what you say when you first see what would happen to your siblings?" He approached me as if mocking.

"I can assure you that the Krea will never prevail against evil." I stood up and looked at him with glaring eyes.

"You stand strong; look at what's happening in the world of Krea," he ordered me, and he threw his hand in the air.

Now I looked at the thing that broke my heart. I saw the destruction of Krea and the destruction of the neighboring kingdom. God's homes are my homes. I squealed in anger when I saw that the center of the throne of God Zeno had been changed to black.

"Bad luck!" I screamed in anger.

"That's my proof that the Krea surrendered to the rule of evil," he told me jokingly.

"I curse the Askar and the enemy of the Krea, holding the power of our siblings. I appeal to the five powers we hold. They will eat the soil, and they will die without a trace of their bodies!" I clenched my hand in anger.

Mapora's eyes widened because of my curse on the enemy of Krea. Even he was afraid it shouldn't be.

"It is also not hidden from my knowledge that as long as you are still here in your dream, the time that the Krea will live will decrease. After this, we will all die, because the heart of the Krea is gone." It was a long story.

"I didn't dream," I promised.

I know I wasn't dreaming, and this isn't a dream happening to me.

"But I did the thing you dreamed of, because I wanted to let you know what I know," he continued.

"And what should I know?" I still stick to him.

"The departed God will never be able to return to where he came from. He will only dream for the rest of his life. But there is another way for you to wake up from your dream and fight again with the enemy of Krea," it said at length. I frowned at what he said.

"If a god wakes up from your bad dream," he added.

The deity Metaia, whose role is to make any dead god dream, That's a story my late mother told me when she was still alive.

Before he handed me my weapon, He handed it to me and smiled.

"But is there another way, so I can get back to Krea?" I asked, and he immediately answered.

"You see the weapon I gave you?" He pointed to the weapon I was holding now.

"If you fight me and defeat me in battle, I will give you the key to the Krea tunnel. If you cannot defeat me, you will be my slave," he challenged.

My mother Minerva's order is that if it comes to the point that I will rest in Krea and dream endlessly,

I will never fight the cunning Metaia because he will do anything to win the battle. It was brutal to fight, and I was sure if I fought him, I would never be able to return to the world of Krea.

"I don't accept your challenge, because I don't want to fight the exalted deity. I have high respect for you even if you have lost the position of being a god." I bowed and headed. I gave respect to the deity in front of me.

I smiled in my mind, knowing that I am not a foolish God to fight against the exalted deity.

"Even if the God I'm in front of is reprimanded, you are still humble," he laughed as if mocking me and hugged me.

'That's what you thought,'

"You are indeed the son of a true Hikarus." He hit my back three times, but it didn't hurt.

"Who else should I inherit from, if not my uncle?" I added to what he said. He immediately frowned and laughed when he got my joke.

"I'm really your nephew; there's no need to do an exam." He pushed me lightly after saying this.

I teared up when I noticed his resemblance to my father, Hikarus.

But I acted so that he wouldn't ruin my plan.

"Why is my little nephew crying?" he asked, and I shook my head to say no. Don't worry about me.

"I only remembered my father when he was still alive; my heart just ached because he gave me so much grief when he passed away and went to sleep." I hugged the weapon my father gave me.

I miss his loss.

I am grateful to my parents, and I inherited their wisdom and talent for acting.

"The time will come when you will be with him; he will return with your mother. But before that happens, what you must do is return to Krea and save your siblings." He ruffled my hair.

He stood up and bowed slightly as a sign of respect for me. But I didn't let him.

"Stop what you are doing; we are the same God, and your position is higher than mine." I went and spoke again.

"I alone hold two powers, but these powers do not suit me because I died and was visited in your dream." I watched as my two powers floated into my palm.