By that time, Tartarus would no longer prevent her from going to the present world, and might even, as a reward, allow her to retain the power bestowed upon her. By then, she herself would be able to blast open the gates of the Spirit Realm with this supreme Divine Power, drag that damned Laine out from within, and hang him in the midst of heaven and earth for all to witness his pitiful state.
However, defeating a God of Sun with the power of a Divine Artifact was, for the current Moya, nothing noteworthy compared to the power Hyperion once held.
Hmm, when that day comes, I'd better find a way to reshape my divine body and return to my former beauty... Then leave behind this ugliest of bodies for every being I once despised to 'enjoy.'
Cronus, Oceanus, not one of you shall escape!
Immersed in pleasant fantasies, Moya felt the destructive desires in her heart were somewhat alleviated, this was not the first time she had done this.
