After nearly ten days and nights, the answer was revealed!
The Will of the Abyss still favored Solam! Or rather, it still believed Solam was worth investing in. But from another perspective, the Will of the Abyss had also set increasingly higher standards for Solam's returns. Solam did not care much about that. As the saying went, lice did not bite when there were too many of them, and debts did not worry you when they piled up. Since he already owed the Will of the Abyss a massive debt, a little more made no difference.
In any case, Solam's tenth son had finally been born! This son, who embodied all of Solam's expectations, had finally emerged from the Pool of Rebirth.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sounds like grinding metal rang out as a massive four-meter-tall figure cast an enormous shadow amid the brilliant flowing light of the Pool of Rebirth. Four meters was not especially tall among Solam's sons. Leman Russ was nearly five meters tall, and Vulkan was about the same height. Yet this newborn Son of Solam gave off an incomparable sense of oppression, as though a mountain of a thousand blades stood there.
The figure noticed Solam standing before him and shook his head. He had only just been born, and all his memories and knowledge had been instilled into him, so his thoughts were still having trouble adjusting. Once the hazy dizziness in his mind faded somewhat, he finally saw clearly who stood before him.
Accompanied by the scrape of metal armor, the figure dropped to one knee before Solam with the force of a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar toppling.
"Father... I... I... I..."
He had just remembered that he did not yet have a name.
"Your name is Horus, my child. You are