The source of power?
Archimedes instinctively looked at the theologian beside him, hoping he could explain what this "source of power" was and why Archimedes had never heard of it.
But the theologian looked just as bewildered.
The source of power? Was that even a thing? I've never heard of it.
Prometheus seemed to sense their confusion. He raised a hand and swept it through the air, revealing the elements hidden within it.
Archimedes and the others saw a dazzling, boundless ocean of energy, as vast as a cosmic sea.
It stretched without end, engulfing the sky, the earth, and everyone beneath it.
If that energy could suffocate people the way water did, Blue Star's population of more than seven billion would already have been reduced to bones in its depths.
Within the ocean, brilliant stars lay submerged in the "water," drawing in immeasurable amounts of energy at every moment.
With each intake, the stars shone a little brighter.
Yet the ocean did not ripple in the slightest. What the stars absorbed seemed no more than a drop in that magnificent sea.
"This is the Olympian Gods' 'source of power.' Those brilliant stars are the imprints the gods have left within it."
"But don't stare at those imprints for too long. The gods will notice."
The moment Prometheus spoke, Archimedes and the others instinctively looked away. Whatever else they lacked, they knew how to take advice.
But they were too late. As they averted their eyes, the stars they had watched grew brighter.
Prometheus paid it no mind. He raised his newly fleshed-out hand and gently closed it around the shining stars.
"How dare you!"
"Prometheus, what are you doing? Are you challenging the gods? It seems the Eagle has been far too merciful in feeding on you. I'll suggest