Above the lofty octagonal altar with nine levels, Muria was bound in the middle air by dozens of flowing light chains, her black hair loose and falling to her waist. Her normally radiant eyes were half-closed, in a state of exhaustion yet not quite asleep.
Through her eyelashes, the Spirit of the Void could see that the previously bright, golden eyes of the young Titan were now dim and devoid of light, carrying a hint of lifelessness.
"Tsk, all nine weapons have been forged already, you couldn't possibly have given up already, could you?" Several rays of light flew off the altar, merged into the Spirit of Void's intangible body, and Hephaestus couldn't resist poking Muria's cheek with a solid finger.
Then, Muria's head tilted to one side, her eyes closing fully.
Subsequently,
"Hum!" A double-edged battle axe carrying an aura of vastness, antiquity, and agelessness flew out of the flames. With an irrepressible ferocity, it cleaved towards the Spirit of the Void.
