No Matter How Deep the Darkness, Remember That You

Were Not Alone

"I understand, Mother."

Sui Meng answered in a deep, resolute voice. His mountain-like figure appeared especially imposing beneath the glow of Psychic Power firelight, as if he had long prepared himself for everything.

Just then, a gentle yet dignified female voice came from beyond the hall, carrying an innate nobility and solemnity:

"Child—"

?

The form of address made Sui Meng pause slightly.

He turned around and looked toward the voice.

A magnificent "red robe" slowly entered his view, embroidered with exquisite, intricate golden patterns like eternal symbols woven from blazing fire and authority.

The newcomer was tall and slender, also over two meters in height, every gesture radiating grace and splendor.

Her steps were steady and composed, each one bearing the dignity and weight of a deity.

Without even seeing her face clearly, Sui Meng already knew her identity. She was Hera, one of Olympus's last remaining chief gods and the former queen of heaven.

Hera's attire was extravagantly luxurious, yet never gaudy.

Her long hair cascaded to her waist like a black waterfall, adorned with golden ornaments and a jeweled floral crown that gave off a soft but impossible-to-ignore radiance.

Her face was youthful and beautiful. Between her brows lay both the nobility and authority of a queen, as well as the tenderness and brilliance of motherhood.

If she had not stood beside Athena, almost no one could have easily distinguished their temperaments.

Both were extraordinarily beautiful, yet each possessed a distinct aura. Athena was calm as a clear mirror, while Hera was glorious as blazing fire.

When Hera reached Sui Meng, the atmosphere in the hall subtly froze.

The former queen's gaze was complex, emotions intertwined in her eyes.

Even Sui Meng, an Iron Blood Primarch, could clearly sense that profound feeling.

She stared