Influence

The mortal world, the West Coast.

Black clouds churned, and giant waves surged toward the sky.

Beneath the sea, a dark shadow coiled and writhed. It was so enormous that its form could not be discerned, yet so small and insignificant that it seemed like dust.

Above the sea, the Titan whom Nike believed had "only his lifespan worth praising" slowly dragged a gigantic corpse, letting it sink into the rolling ocean.

The corpse had a hundred heads, but all of them had been destroyed by some tremendous force. The remaining parts still radiated a trace of vitality, as though it had never truly died.

Yet upon closer examination, one would find a sense of emptiness within the corpse's origin.

This meant that something most precious had long since been taken away. What remained was merely an empty shell possessing power.

"The Hundred-Headed Dragon Ladon may not be the strongest among the monsters of this world, but he is certainly the one whose bloodline is closest to Typhon's."

"Both in appearance and in that burning rage."

"Before such power, a human body can only take away the most crucial part. Even one bearing Heaven's Mandate is no exception."

"As for the rest of his corpse, only you can contain it."

Splash--

The dragon corpse fell into the water, kicking up enormous waves.

Yet after merely a moment, as the shadow beneath the sea circled around it, it vanished without a trace, as though it had never appeared.

After receiving no reply for a long while, Prometheus did not become angry.

Toward these lives born because of him, he had always been generous with his patience and tolerance.

"...What is it? You're not going to keep following that human?"

No one knew how much time passed before something seemed to speak