Skadi's 'Fall'

While still shocked, Scathach probably realized that Ereshkigal and Rovi were indeed acquainted.

The Wisdom of the Magic Mirror allowed her to instantly extract a great deal of information, like countless fragments, and piece them together in her mind—the ' Wild Hunt ' returning from the void, the Goddess of the Underworld from another realm.

They come from the same place.

They were old acquaintances.

"Are you... the sage from the Mesopotamian plains more than a thousand years ago?" Scathach, her lips curving into a smile as if she had discovered a secret.

Ereshkigal comes from the Mesopotamian plains, which is something she knows, and therefore, over the past thousand years, Scathach has inquired about information related to her countless times.

Therefore, knowing so much about the situation, she was able to make such a reasonable deduction...

Ereshkigal, however, was still clinging tightly to Rovi, just as she had been in Uruk more than a thousand years ago.

Long time no see, long time no see, long time no see...

I am worried about you.

"I'm also happy to see you again," Rovi smiled.

"Hmm..." As if realizing that she might have been a little too excited, Ereshkigal's face, which was buried in Rovi's chest, turned slightly red, and her ears turned a little rosy, but she was reluctant to leave.

They just held each other tightly and let out low sobs.

Even so, can't you at least consider my feelings?

Scathach let out a silent sigh, watching the two 'old guys' act like a young couple deeply in love, showing off their affection...

However, Ereshkigal quickly took a deep breath, moved slightly away, and raised her face.

"Thank goodness you're not hurt." She said, her face flushed but still beaming with joy. "Mother Goddess Tiamat ...didn't do anything to you, did she?"

Did she give birth to me again?

Rovi glanced sideways. "No, she's actually quite nice to me."

"Mmm." Ereshkigal slowly reached out and gently grasped Rovi's hand. She said, "Like before, walk with me for a while!"

"Okay." Rovi nodded. "Perfect timing. I also have a lot of questions to ask you and a lot to tell you."

The changes over the past thousand years.

Our experiences over the past thousand years.

These are all facts that need to be verified.

"Seriously, they're really ignoring me!" Scathach watched the two figures disappear into the distance, tossing her long, flowing hair. A rather helpless expression appeared on her pretty and charming face. She crossed her arms, pressed her full breasts together, and turned her gaze away, only to meet a pair of dark purple eyes that were the same as hers. "What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Are you still going to tease me?" Scathach's response came from a voice similar to hers, or rather, exactly the same.

A flowing purple dress, long, slender legs supporting a graceful figure, and the goddess of the snow-capped mountains, Skadi, appeared beside Scathach.

Scathach traveled to Northern Europe to invite Rovi in Skadi's body, but after entering the Shadow Country, she had already switched to her original body.

However, Skadi was also brought into the situation during this process.

There is no spring in the Shadow Country, and the Snow Mountain Goddess is awakened by her own cries.

She had been staring at the two of them ever since.

My emotions were rather complicated.

"Is there still some resentment in your heart?" Scathach raised an eyebrow. "I think that person treats you quite well, doesn't he?"

"I'm not a masochist." Skadi rolled her eyes. No matter what, she knew the reason for her current situation.

First frame her, then treat her well.

Although it cannot be denied that she was somewhat decadent inside, Skadi still harbored resentment when she was conscious.

As mentioned, she is not a masochist.

"But the gods reject you, see you as their mortal enemy, and you have nowhere else to go but them, don't you?" Scathach swayed her body. "Hesitation is not my style."

"So what do you think I should do?"

"Help him—" Scathach laughed, "Help him do whatever he wants!"

It has nothing to do with emotion or reason.

What Scathach wants to see is... a change of the gods, the collapse of the great tree that supports the Old Mythology.

"If there are enemies ahead, they should be annihilated!" Scathach's tone took on a chilling quality.

Skadi pondered, realizing she couldn't be as tough as Scathach, with that warrior-like style; she would never grasp the essence.

"But it's okay, I will always be your support, your other 'me'!" Scathach slowly reached out and hugged the goddess who shared the same origin as her, and she smiled.

Scathach wants Skadi to help Rovi, not out of emotion, but for no other reason.

Simply because what she always wanted to protect was 'herself'.

Silly and naive, that completely different version of myself that I lost when I was young.

A life I can never experience...

It can only be felt by another 'me'.

"I understand!" Skadi hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "I understand!"

The Snow Mountain Goddess took a deep breath and mustered her courage to walk in the direction where Rovi and Ereshkigal had just left.

Scathach smiled mysteriously on the spot, "I have slowed down the flow of time in the Shadow Country. Once you leave here— Ragnarok will be almost here!"

"No need to thank me, Lord Rovi."

"I know it must have been tough for you, right?" Meanwhile, in the deep, tranquil realm of the Shadow Country, Ereshkigal, her black shoes treading lightly among the rocks, turned her delicate face slightly. With her long hair swaying and her robes fluttering, she placed her hands behind her back and leaned forward, looking at Rovi: "Rovi— "

It's really not easy.

It's quite absurd to try every possible way to die but fail to do so.

Rovi recounted his experiences, from Greece to his current journey in Northern Europe, to Ereshkigal without missing a single detail.

The adventures with the heroes, the reunion with Gilgamesh and Enkidu, but when she heard about Rovi's inexplicable entanglements with those goddesses, Ereshkigal's cheeks puffed up slightly, but she quickly put them down.

Rovi, honest and straightforward.

Except for a few things that absolutely cannot be spoken aloud, everything else that can be said will be said.

She was dissatisfied with the love and resentment entanglements, yet happy that he had no secrets from her.

Ereshkigal... is happy.

The changing expressions and beautiful face of the underworld maiden constantly reflected the dark souls and firelight in the distance.

"The process was a bit convoluted, and if you want to hear more, there's probably a lot more to come." Rovi shrugged. "... Hmm?"

Before Rovi could speak, Ereshkigal suddenly moved closer again. The goddess, who was slightly on tiptoe, raised her hands and hugged his head. Then, with a light push, she pulled him into her arms.

Soft and undulating, Rovi rested his head on Ereshkigal's chest.

"You've worked hard," she said.

"I'm not going to say anything more," she said again.

"I'm neither angry nor happy," Ereshkigal continued.

But I still—

I like you.

A thousand years is both long and short, but no matter what, Ereshkigal's love for Rovi remains unchanged.

This is a sentiment that could not be expressed directly a thousand years ago.

Even if they both know it in their hearts.

"Me too." Rovi swayed as he got up, breaking free from Ereshkigal's embrace. He held out his hand. "So, would you like to come with me now?"

"That's right!" Ereshkigal smiled. "Wherever you go, I'll follow."

The goddess took Rovi's hand.

"Okay, then close your eyes and be quick." Ereshkigal closed her eyes somewhat nervously.

In the dim light and shadow, the goddess's face, with her eyes closed, was exquisite and beautiful, her eyelashes trembling slightly, indicating a hint of tension.

Rovi's gaze swept over those rosy, soft lips.

He leaned forward slightly—

A touch of red lips, and spacetime shifts; a colossal phantom of Machine God appears behind them, the flame at their chest burning fiercely...

The King of the Dead touched the goddess of the underworld.

The entanglement of death and death gave birth to a new opportunity.

The mechanism of life activity that had just appeared in Rovi's body rapidly expanded and enlarged.

We're just one step away from 'living'.

Ereshkigal opened her eyes in confusion, but what she saw was no longer the Shadow Country had seen before, but a primordial landscape filled with lava.

here it is...

"Tartarus in Greece, the territory I devoured," Rovi introduced from the side. "From now on, you'll stay here—"

Where am I?

"It's in my heart."

"..."

"I have so many things to do that I can't talk to you right now, but as long as I'm here, I can come to you anytime."

Rovi actually regretted not bringing Little En along before the final battle in Greece, but at that time, without the fire 'gift' from Chaos, he was unable to open the gates of Tartarus.

As for the Golden Pikachū, it was completely ruled out of the options by Rovi.

The kid needs to go out and learn on his own; Dad doesn't have the energy to help him.

"I understand." Ereshkigal smiled and nodded. "I will be here, watching over you and protecting you."

"I... I won't be a burden!"

The Underworld Goddess, with a hint of stubbornness, said, "I can help you too!"

"Okay." Rovi rubbed the goddess's head.

At least here, Ereshkigal can always listen to her own heartbeat; she will never be alone...

After a tender moment, Rovi's consciousness faded.

Gazing at the pulsating lava before her, though it was empty, she could constantly sense Rovi's presence, and Ereshkigal wore a rather happy expression.

Rovi... is so nice!

She thought to herself...

"Aaaaa——" A muffled murmur came from deep within the lava.

It was as if someone was slowly waking up.

"Wait, that voice is... Mother Goddess Tiamat!? Eh?!"

Exclamations of surprise echoed through the air.

The Shadow Country.

Rovi opened his eyes again, but the darkness before him remained.

The Mother Goddess will surely treat Ereshkigal well... he thought to himself.

In sight, however, stood a graceful figure in purple, her dress swaying as she stood tall and slender.

"Skadi?" Rovi was taken aback. The person in front of him was not the Queen of the Shadow Country, but the Norse Snow Mountain Goddess: "Are you awake?"

Skadi didn't answer his question, but simply said, "You want to overturn Norse Mythology, don't you?"

This attitude... seems to have changed?

Rovi stroked his chin. "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

"I can help you." Skadi took a deep breath, her full, slightly exposed chest rising and falling with her breath.

"Have you thought it through? Did Scathach tell you?" Rovi guessed immediately.

"No way—no, Scathach is also 'me,' this is my own idea!" Skadi refused to admit it.

"Whatever you want!"

Rovi laughed, "But I do need your help, Goddess of the Snow Mountain!"

He extended his hand toward Skadi before him. "The Secrets of the Gods that you possess, that is indeed what I need!"

Rovi needs the Secrets of the Gods.

He intended to use this to puncture the prelude to the old Mythic Age and to unveil the veil of mythology.

Let the flames burn brightly.

Let death recede, and opportunity emerge.

From death to eternal oblivion.

Death was always what he sought.

"Hmph, at least you have some sincerity!" Skadi smiled. "From now on, I will tell you everything I know."

The goddess of the snow mountain finally fell and became an accomplice of the 'demon king'.

The pristine snow-capped mountains no longer possessed the purity they had when they were in the Asgardian Divine Realm, yet she inexplicably felt... at ease.

Why care about anything else?

Snow-capped mountains are pure, but they should also be free.

"Hmph. That's more like me!" Atop the mountain in the Shadow Country, Scathach swung her crimson spear, her graceful figure swaying in the wind under the dark purple shadows. "The purpose of gods is to kill!"

"Then let's go!" Their hands clasped, but as soon as they touched, Rovi said, "Let's go back first and talk about it later!"

"It's about time!"

That's about it—

Nordic countries.

At this moment, when spring should have arrived, it was as if time had turned back, and suddenly the wind and snow began to fall again.

In Scandinavian Peninsula, countless people cowered and retreated to their homes, and even nobles who had planned to travel wisely stayed at home.

Amidst the swirling snow and wind, a gigantic figure emerged.

"It has begun, Ragnarok!" On the edge of the sea, Loki, standing atop a reef, smiled, his upturned lips reaching his cheeks. "Do you see it, Jörmungandr, my child!"

A deafening roar echoed as the sea ripped open and a colossal serpent rose up, blotting out the sky, uttering a cold, indifferent voice. "I am not your child, Loki!"

"Hahaha, whatever, none of that matters!"

Deep underground, Nidhogg looked up and roared, its dragon head grinding its teeth and the World Tree's roots snapping.

The pale tree trunk shook violently.

The black dragon roared, its wings raised, and countless corpses of the dead hung in the air.

Nidhogg sounded the horn of Ragnarok.

On the island, layers of ice formed and surrounded the giant wolf, which responded with a howl as it was bound by iron chains to the mountain-like boulders.

The heavens were in turmoil, and the gods were filled with fear and dread.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunderclaps exploded in layers, bursting forth with a deafening roar.

Thor appeared among the clouds, and crows danced wildly in the Platinum Palace.

In Jotunheim, someone also opened their eyes.

"Finally, this day has come!"

The Progenitor Giant, Ymir's remaining will in the world, manifested the form of a Titan and roared.