Chapter 592

Finally, that abrupt thought was uttered by Shekinah:

"'Rigveda', Book 10, Hymn 129... The first of the Hymn of Creation."

That sounded like the ramblings of Pagan God.

That is why the voice that spoke of a foreign journey was more profound and urgent than any other cry, shaking Shekinah's absolute concept of "mother".

Because,

That hymn describes exactly—

"Who are you?"

The moment Shekinah uttered her question—

An unexpected change occurred.

Hundreds of millions of Shekinah clones seemed to receive some irresistible command, and all of them lost control, their bodies emitting blinding light before exploding!

A white light, like Supernova explosion, engulfed the entire battlefield.

That was a complete and utter loss of control caused by Shekinah's own power.

In a way that no one could have predicted, it engulfed her and Epsilon, who was still within its attack range.

To tear apart and invalidate this identity of "me"? How is that possible?

At the center of the light, Shekinah's consciousness was plunged into unprecedented astonishment.

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph..."

A smug, slightly mischievous laugh came from behind the burst of light.

From that pure white sea of light, one after another enormous lotus flower, seemingly composed of love itself, quietly bloomed.

The petals were transparent, yet they distorted the light, exuding a fragrance that defied description, enough to captivate the world.

The remaining, yet-to-destruct, clones of Shekinah exploded into nothingness the moment they came into contact with the lotus flowers, like ice and snow melting away.

"... ah."

Shekinah's astonishment turned into shock.

This concept of "mother" is far too simplistic; Shekinah simply cannot imagine who could possibly embody it.

"I'm very sorry, Kama."

A clear, firm voice, yet tinged with a hint of apology, rang out from the largest lotus bud.

"Please let me Pradyumna, fight."

"Huh?!"

Another voice, filled with surprise and dissatisfaction, seemed to come from a more distant place.

A giant lotus flower slowly blooms.

Standing amidst the flower's heart is a girl dressed in pure white, with a cascade of Silver Hair.

She is beautiful.

But it wasn't a delicate beauty; rather, it was a strikingly beautiful blend of Warrior's resolve and a young girl's gentleness, achieving Perfection balance.

The silver-haired girl opened her eyes; they were a pair of crimson pupils burning with flames.

"Please introduce yourself."

The girl fixed her gaze precisely on Shekinah's body, her voice not loud.

My name is Pradyumna.

"Unlike Kama, who just now called himself 'Father' and 'Mother,' yet only dared to gain confidence by transforming into Mara and donning Jophiel's ceremonial robes."

Pradyumna, as the reincarnation of Kama, the Love God, thus proclaimed.

She slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers together, forming a hand chop.

There are no flashy special effects, no surging energy; it's simply a pure, optimized strike that cuts all unnecessary burdens to the bare minimum.

The figure vanished in the next instant.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Shekinah's Throne.

The chop, with the force of Thunderbolt, struck straight at Shekinah's neck.

"I, with the power of Haniel, declare war on you."

The Bhagavad Gita mentions a Tree of Life and Existence, with roots above and branches below. The hymns of the Veda are its Leaf.

This Tree of Life and Existence, at its Root, represents the Supreme Being and unique "First Cause."

The Rigveda creation hymn that Shekinah had unconsciously recited earlier was one of the oldest "Leaf" of this great tree.

In the ancient Veda period, there was no Three Aspects God as we know him today; the king of the gods was Indra, who wielded Thunderbolt.

There are three main versions of the creation myth: "Nothingness" arising from "existence"; "Golden Embryo" creating the world; and "primordial man" Purusha Sacrifice himself to become all things.

The first verse recited by Shekinah belongs to the first type of allusion of "non-existence" arising from "existence".

The unspoken, immediately following line is—

"The first 'yu' appeared; it was the first seed of thought."

According to later scholars, the "yu" here is considered to be the oldest Prototype the Love God, Kama.

Of course, one view holds that the love in the Veda is not narrow sexual desire, but a universal desire that tends towards "good" and the creation of all things.

Therefore, from an evolutionary perspective, Kama is considered to have evolved from an impersonal, conceptual power into a fully developed deity.

The first seed of intention embodies the Rigveda view that desire is the fundamental force of creation. However, Kama at that time was not an independent individual, but rather the fundamental force of creation, a Universe principle.

As the world's phenomena demonstrate, the Faith of humankind, having become Primate, can, in turn, influence the Deity themselves.

Therefore, as the "first seed," Kama was naturally qualified to wield the power of the Tree of Life, which represents the "first cause."

Moreover, the Angel attire Novia chose for Kama — Jophiel —represents the Kabbalah Sephirah "Binah," which is described as the womb that gives birth to the Spirit of God (the Holy Spirit). Binah is associated with God's feminine qualities and is also the opposite of the second Sephirah, Wisdom.

In the Bahir, it is explicitly described as "because you should call her Mother."

Therefore,

When Kama, the "creator" in Indian Mythology who possesses the qualifications of a "mother," combines with the third Sephirah of Kabbalah, which also possesses the divinity of a "mother," the resulting chain reaction is devastating to Shekinah's concept of "mother."

Furthermore, given Kama's ability to endlessly multiply through "love," it's only natural that Shekinah's Violence in her sheer numbers was completely suppressed on a conceptual level.

Kama originally intended to use this opportunity to transform into Mara to demonstrate his power, but Pradyumna unexpectedly thwarted his plan.

The reason is very simple--

Shekinah will not die; that alone makes her invincible.

Enemies that are far removed from death are not uncommon, but compared to them, Shekinah stands out as being on a completely different level.

It withstands all attacks head-on, yet gives the illusion that it has been dodged. It is an incredible regeneration that is achieved in an instant. As the name suggests, it is impossible for a physique to be so absurd as to be able to completely repair even cells with such speed and precision in an instant.

There must be some kind of restriction involved.

Evil deeds may return one to heaven, but they are of no use to the endless Shekinah. However, there must be a reason why my father gave me Haniel, who represents 'glory' and 'the one who sees God'.

Pradyumna's words left Kama speechless, but Kama only had one sentence to say:

"How can you, as my reincarnation, keep calling me 'father' all the time?! How am I supposed to call you that?!"

It's Pradyumna whether Mingguang, who has already manifested, heard Kama's words, but even if he did, he would probably pretend not to hear them. After all, unlike Kama, Pradyumna has a very good relationship with Durga.

"I miscalculated."

For the first time, Shekinah's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"It's rare that my calculations have been disrupted."

However, her neck was unharmed.

Pradyumna's strike, powerful enough to sever cause and effect, was firmly caught by a hand that appeared out of thin air.

That was Shekinah's hand too.

"..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Pradyumna's crimson eyes.

She tried to pull her hand away and back, but found that her wrist was firmly gripped by an irresistible force, unable to move an inch.

That attack just now undoubtedly hit its target.

In Pradyumna's perception, Shekinah's neck had been severed, and her core concepts should have been impacted.

However, the scene before him completely overturned Pradyumna's understanding.

Shekinah's body remained unchanged.

It was as if that attack had only struck an illusion.

Three seconds have passed.

Shekinah stared blankly at Pradyumna, slowly raising her other hand.

"It's time for me to take action."

The other party's world is completely different from our own.

By the time Pradyumna realized this, it was already too late.

Shekinah's seemingly slow-rising right hand imprinted itself on Pradyumna's chest with a speed that transcended time and space, and causality.

Extreme speed.

Extreme precision.

Extreme Violence.

Boom--!

Pradyumna's body, like a struck meteorite, flew backward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, crashing heavily into the "earth" of this void world, stirring up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

"Cough..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Pradyumna suddenly coughed up a mouthful of golden blood. A horrifying dent appeared in his chest, staining his white clothes crimson.

Just one strike.

With just one strike, the Divine Body constructed from Haniel's Authority, which was comparable to that of the Chief God, was on the verge of collapse.

Meanwhile, at the dust-filled crash site, another anomaly occurred.

Centered on the Pradyumna, the beautiful lotuses that had previously been formed from Kama's power were ignited in an instant.

It was not an ordinary flame, but a silvery-white sacred flame representing "Glory of God".

Those flowers, which had not withered even in the impact of falling, were now completely and mercilessly obliterated, along with the very concept of their existence, by the scorching flames of the sacred fire, leaving not even a trace of ash.

In,

There was no trace of mercy or leniency. Only an absolute will, akin to madness, burned fiercely within.

It's as if it's declaring that in this world, all love except for "me" is not recognized.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Pradyumna struggled to slowly stand up from the giant pit.

Her current posture was far from intact; her left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken, and her neck was tilted to one side, as if she might fall off at any moment.

Pradyumna could use Kama's endless clones to instantly recover from his injuries.

But no.

He simply raised his head and, with his intact right hand, casually "bent" the broken neck back into place, making a chilling "crack" sound.

Pradyumna looked down at Shekinah, who was not far away and looking down at her from a high place.

A mocking and fighting spirit curved his lips.

"Keep going."

His voice was hoarse due to the damage to his body, but his bottomless ferocity only increased.

"You who call yourself a 'mother,' is this all you've got? You can't even compare Kama me, Kama...?"