I take complete advantage of how murky it is around Tartarus, I move forward with my own spell by first absorbing the darkness around me.
Soon, my body becomes enshrouded in pure magical energy. They're like tendrils; which deceptively look like it's made up of weak, barely visible vapors as it slowly coils around me.
It's been a longtime rumor or understanding between many magic users, that the shadow attribute only sounds cool—but in truth, it's actually quite mediocre when it's in comparison to other types.
Nevertheless, these whisps of smoke are anything but subpar. Depending on how condensed I would like them to be, it could crush an entire mountain in a few seconds if I just will it.
Yes. That's right. These powers of mine are absolute lunacy.
No, actually, that isn't quite right. The wielder is what makes such abilities dangerous. Depending on the person, such powers almost seem like they're on the brink of what should be considered impossible.
What makes it frightening, above all else, is the degree of how much I can manipulate these powers of mine to its fullest extent. I understand its basic composition, and I can rearrange it into a whole different power in its entirety.
Of course, let's not forget that there are several gods and goddesses that have similar powers to mine. However, one very important thing to note is that they are mostly very limited in their usage.
Melaina is one of them—her powers of nightmares, madness, darkness, and spirits are what make it very similar to mine. She's never failed to mention or talk about the endless black that she perceives—the numerous possibilities that she sees within me are truly what excites her most.
It's bottomless—the never-ending purity of raw power—just like the abyss.
It isn't a stretch to say that I, most likely, am the most powerful being in existence.
Zeus, of all gods, knows to a certain extent that I am stronger than him by all accounts. He also knows that I do have the capacity to wipe out every living thing in existence.
So, why does he leave me alone? Beats me.
Perhaps it may have a lot to do with how I have no ambition whatsoever. I have no interest in ruling over anything.
It's very important to note that I've also turned down every position of power.
I am okay with melding into the background, just like these shadows. I raise my hand as I look intently at the life-like vapors that stir and shift like tentacles as it encases my body.
Feeling satisfied with how things are going, I move by flying towards the middle of this vast prison cell.
With my eyes shut, I then suspend myself mid-air as I extend my hands outward. After successfully linking my consciousness to the darkness, I thought to try using it like it's an extension of my body.
Meaning, instead of wasting my energy by projecting it outward and wasting precious resources, I'm making use of what's already available here?
To describe this the best way, It's almost as if I've merged and formed my body into a single consciousness or entity with the shadows.
This way, it covers more ground and it makes it a lot easier for me to be able to search every nook and cranny all at once.
More tentacle-like dark fumes spread out in urgency in the search for any signs of other life other than us.
I'm not having that much luck yet so far though.
As I continue to search with my eyes closed, I needed my eyes almost completely devoid of light to be able to get a better picture of everything that's between us.
Some time has passed and I've moved from one place to another, hoping that I may have just missed some area somehow.
This damn hellworm is nowhere near to be found.
Despite being preoccupied with my search, impatience gets the better of me. I'm doing so much to look for a single parasitic hellworm.
I begin to stress out slightly. Some unexpected feelings of frustration start to creep at me, the longer my mind races and the longer this goes on.
I quickly let out a sigh, hoping that it'd just to take the edge off.
Without meaning to, I start to feel bored, as my mind begins to wander around again. I begin whining to myself, within my own mind.
Uhh... Why am I here again? This is a huge pain.
How long have I been in Hell, anyway? I can't seem to remember. Has it been a week? Two?
Oh, right. Right.
This is all for me.
Wait just a minute... how do I even know there's only one? Just because one of the Titans made it, it clearly doesn't mean it's still within this cell. Didn't they mention that the titan who made it has been freed a long time ago?
How do I know they didn't leave this door open for any given period of time? Maybe it's already dead?
What if someone already killed it? But the Fates told me to get it, so I'm sure it's alive at least.
Should I just ask Yren then? But what if he'll tell me to go away for having such a stupid reason for being here in the first place? Does that mean it's safer not to ask him, then?
Exhausted from all the thoughts that swirl inside my head, a slapping sound can be heard the moment I stuck my palm to my forehead.
...
All I've cared about sincerely is to perhaps have at least one... ONE authentic lifetime connection while I'm breathing—even if I am a goddess.
Goddesses want to be loved too—even if being immortal might be the biggest ask ever. Heh.
Well, in all seriousness though, it's something I'd never be able to find, no matter how powerful I get—a truly trustworthy and for-life partner.
Oh well.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
'Tis why I am here stuck doing errands for the Fates after all.
Instead of leaving this up to my destiny, or whatever, I'm done waiting for the 'right one'. I will create him, instead.
I'm about to give myself another smile when a tap on my shoulder interrupts my thoughts. Immediately, I put a stop to what I was doing.
"I think we've explored this place enough, don't you agree, War Goddess? How about I take you to our last stop? I promise you that you will love it. I've made sure of it. Though if there's anything you don't like, just let me know and don't hold back, okay?!" Yren says with a burst of excitement from his voice.
Huh? What in the heck is this guy talking about?
Upon turning my body towards him, I notice that I've actually already searched through the entire area. I must have been so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice at all.
"Okay, just follow me!" The old man says excitedly as he proceeds to walk away as he heads towards the entrance.
Shit. What about the hellworm?! ARGH!