Myth: I am God!

The thrown torch struck the white wolf that had ambushed him from behind with pinpoint accuracy...

Scorched by the flames, the white wolf howled and stopped moving.

Several white wolves, in an instant, raised their eerie vertical eyes and stared at Isaac, who had jumped out of the bushes.

Isaac gritted his teeth, his hands trembling slightly as he held up the wooden sword.

He shouted loudly at Perseus, who was standing there stunned not far away:

"Run!"

Perseus took advantage of the moment when the white wolf was reassessing the risks.

He immediately ran towards Isaac's direction...

However, Perseus was wounded and had his back exposed to the wolves.

Seeing this, the wolves quickly made a decision.

Keep the pursuit going!

A white wolf led the way, its figure flashing—

It lunged at Perseus from behind...

When Isaac saw Perseus covered in blood, a strange courage welled up in his heart.

He gripped the wooden sword and took a step forward.

The sword techniques that Grandpa Tyr had taught him a few days ago flashed through his mind...

Waist and stance in perfect harmony, sword held vertically...

Concentrate your mind...

Chop—

There was a loud bang.

"Awoo~"

The wooden sword that was being swung collided with the head of the white wolf that was leaping into the air.

Although it wasn't exactly sharp, it was enhanced by that potential energy.

Isaac slid half a meter while half-crouching...

The wooden sword pierced the white wolf's throat, then traveled down its mouth, tearing apart its brain...

Warm, foul-smelling blood splattered onto Isaac's face...

Immediately afterwards, brain matter mixed with blood slowly seeped down the wooden sword, flowing to the hilt, and I felt a chill in my hand...

My heart is pounding...

This was the first time Isaac had faced blood directly, and his body seemed to tremble.

The pack of wolves behind them, after witnessing the death of one of their companions,...

All the wolves immediately stopped in their tracks.

Begin reassessing risks and returns...

Finally, the alpha wolf seemed to glance at Isaac, who was standing on the ground breathing heavily.

He bared his teeth and let out a howl.

He turned and led his pack of wolves into the forest...

The crisis subsided.

Isaac and Perseus slowly came to their senses.

They looked at each other first, then said nothing.

Isaac picked up the torch and continued until the two left the perilous jungle.

Back in the wilderness of Canaan...

They finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The moonlight and stars returned to the sky, illuminating the darkness and dispelling the fog over the wilderness.

"Let's...go back..."

Isaac spoke first, expressing his concern for Perseus's injury...

Especially the three claw marks on Perseus's chest...

If Isaac had suffered this injury, he felt he would definitely have cried.

But Perseus, despite his wound, walked unsteadily under the moonlight without uttering a sound.

The two of them continued walking.

"Thank you..."

"sorry..."

The two suddenly spoke at the same time, and then both froze.

Perseus was the first to speak:

"Thank you, my name is Perseus..."

"Actually, I heard you calling out 'Son of Dicttis' from the very beginning..."

"I was in a bad mood at the time... so I didn't respond and even avoided you..."

"And then we encountered wolves..."

"Thank you for saving me. I take back what I said during the day."

"Your swordsmanship isn't bad..."

Isaac nodded, and said somewhat apologetically:

"My name is Isaac..."

"I shouldn't have asked that question during the day..."

"But believe me, I absolutely meant no harm..."

"Moreover, you are truly amazing. Your swordsmanship far surpasses mine, and you were able to hold off those wolves for so long all by yourself..."

"But... how's your injury?"

Isaac looked at Perseus's pale face with some concern.

He seemed to be walking heavier and heavier, and his lips were turning increasingly blue...

And the moment after he asked that question.

As the saying goes, so does the law.

Perseus collapsed onto the grass with a thud.

Isaac was startled and quickly bent down, as if to do something.

But when he reached out, his hands were covered in blood.

He was somewhat at a loss.

Turning Perseus over, he would occasionally touch those gruesome wounds...

He looked towards the distant village, but they were currently in the wilderness closest to the forest, still a long way from the Canaanite villages...

If he went to call for the adults, he would be unable to look after Perseus and would abandon Perseus's body in the wilderness.

That was an extremely dangerous thing...

But if you carry Perseus's body back...

He was certain that what he would ultimately return to was perhaps only a cold, lifeless corpse...

He has to do something.

But what can we do?

He was extremely anxious, yet helpless.

Tears welled up in my eyes...

"Wake up... wake up!"

Isaac called out in bewilderment.

But all one could sense was Perseus's breathing rate gradually decreasing...

Young Isaac learned the meaning of despair for the first time when he could only watch helplessly as his new friend died before his eyes, bit by bit...

The torch fell to the ground and was extinguished by the dew on the grass.

Darkness enveloped everything once more. This time, there was no firelight, and even everything before them was slowly merging into the darkness...

Just like the life that Perseus was about to end.

"What...what should I do?"

And just as Isaac's despair reached its peak.

A kind voice inexplicably rang in his ears—

Feel your soul, child...

You possess the authority that your mother shared with you...

Close your eyes and feel it...

Upon hearing this voice, Isaac's fear and panic inexplicably vanished. A sense of peace, like a father's guidance, washed over him, and he naturally obeyed the voice's instruction, closing his eyes...

And try to feel the soul.

He felt a sense of calm wash over him.

As if he had forgotten everything, there was no longer the wounded Perseus before him, no longer any wolves, and no longer any Canaan...

A starry sky overhead, an endless wilderness beneath your feet...

He was like an ascetic.

Meditating in the wilderness.

The sound seemed to follow a certain pattern.

Guiding him with each breath,

Body and mind gradually find peace...

When he realized that his body and mind had reached a state of perfect tranquility—

Splash...

It was as if a clear spring was flowing through the cracks in the rocks.

When he opened his eyes again.

A green, clear, and ethereal energy.

It welled up from within, slowly gathering at the fingertips—

[Breath of the Purple Robe]

[Healing, recovery, and longevity...]

In an instant, he understood this power.

Then, he gently reached out and slowly stroked the lifeless boy on the grass...

His fingertips traced the lines of Perseus's wounds, and the wounds slowly healed as green energy seeped into Perseus's body...

In the darkness.

Perseus felt a cool sensation throughout his body.

When he opened his eyes again.

He witnessed a scene he would never forget in his life—

In the moonlight, the boy with golden eyes reached out and gently stroked his forehead...

He no longer felt pain.

Rather, it's a feeling of purity that comes from the depths of one's soul.

A sense of tranquility, a sense of divinity.

......