Just as with the Three Furies and the Goddess of Beauty born from Uranus's blood, it was not impossible for a deity to be born from the blood of the Divine King.
Crack...
Crack—
"Hmm?"
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and Zeus looked forward involuntarily.
In the center of the cave, where he had previously been, three cocoons of light were floating in mid-air. But now, they were slowly fracturing, with thin pieces of the light shell continuously falling.
Perhaps due to the peculiarities of fate, the birth process of the Fates also seemed to be quite unique. Not long ago, Zeus had watched them arrive in this world and expand from the size of an infant to the height of a man.
They seemed to not need time to grow like other deities, or rather, for the Fates, the existence of fate itself was their nourishment for growth.
Crack...
Crack—
Crack!
Like a row of dominoes being toppled, as the first crackling sound was heard, a succession of crisp noises followed.
