Chapter 1072 The realm of Hades
Both Sarba and Ayag were unaware of Cain's teleportation ability, but in that moment, more immediate concerns took precedence over questioning him.
To their astonishment, they found themselves inside a familiar location – the temple of the Goddess of Healing, Ava.
As Michael abruptly materialized within the temple, Fayeth was taken aback. She rushed to his side, her worry evident in her expression.
"What happened?" Fayeth's concern was palpable as Michael clutched his throat and collapsed, blood continuing to spurt from the wound.
Fayeth's attention was also drawn to the three-headed hydra perched on Michael's shoulder. Ayag wasted no time in explaining the urgency of the situation.
"We can't waste time on explanations. Heal him," Ayag urged urgently. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Fayeth swiftly waved her hand, and a soothing green wave emanated from her, gently enveloping the hall. As the wave passed over the patients in the temple, they all slipped into a peaceful slumber.
"We need to take him to my chamber," Fayeth declared decisively. With another wave of her hand, an invisible force lifted Michael off the ground and guided him through the doorway. Through the threshold, he was carried into Fayeth's private chamber. Vedora settled on Michael's chest, their concern evident in their gaze.
Fayeth's chamber exuded a sense of coziness, with a carved wooden statue of a woman positioned at its forefront. Flowers were carefully arranged at the feet of the statue. Throughout the room, several herbs grew in pots, emitting a soothing aroma. Glowing emerald green runes were scattered around the room, adding an enchanting touch. The space was imbued with an atmosphere of healing.
"His healing potion is failing to heal him," Sarba said pointing his gaze at Michael's arm where the APD ( Automatic potion and pill Dispenser) was built in. Fayeth touched Michael blood and sense dthe healing potion in his blood.
"His healing potion is ineffective," Sarba remarked, his gaze fixed on the built-in APD (Automatic Potion and Pill Dispenser) on Michael's arm. Fayeth reached out and touched Michael's blood, sensing the presence of the healing potion within it.
"No, it's what keeping him-" Fayeth's words were cut short abruptly. Ayag noticed the sudden pause and followed Fayeth's gaze to the statue in the room, its eyes emitting a radiant emerald green glow.
"Is he a god?" Fayeth directed the question at Vedora, the three-headed hydra on Michael's chest.
Caught off guard by the intensity in Fayeth's eyes, all three heads of the hydra hesitated. Fayeth's unwavering determination, however, prompted a response.
"The longer you delay, the more you risk losing him," Fayeth's voice turned cold and resolute.
Once again, Fayeth pressed for an answer. "Is he a god or not?" This time, her voice held an even deeper chill.
"Yes," Sarba finally admitted, despite Ayag's exasperated reaction to his revelation.
"Idiot," Ayag grumbled, but Fayeth paid her no mind.
"He is a god, yes. So he cannot die," Cain confirmed, but Fayeth was already busy collecting herbs around the room.
"My duty as a healer extends to all, regardless of their status or nature," Fayeth declared. Despite the potential risks to her temple and colleagues, her oath to the Goddess of Healing compelled her to aid anyone in need.
Though aiding a rogue god might jeopardize her temple and its occupants, Fayeth chose to prioritize her healing duty towards Michael.
"While a god may not die, there exist fates worse than death for them," Fayeth explained. Ayag was taken aback by her words.
"That angel said something similar," Ayag murmured, though Fayeth didn't delve into further investigation. Her focus was healing the rogue god, not unraveling mysteries.
"What do you mean?" Cain inquired. Fayeth gently removed Michael's hand from his throat and placed a cloth on the wound before closing her eyes. Her hands emitted a dim green glow, transferring the energy to Michael. The glow then formed a protective layer over his wound.
"If a god sustains severe injuries, their soul can become temporarily trapped in Hades. The longer their body remains unhealed, the longer their soul remains in this state," Fayeth explained solemnly as she applied more herbs to the wound.
"That doesn't make sense. How is that possible?" Ayag voiced her confusion.
Undeterred, Fayeth focused intently on the wound. Her devotion to Goddess Ava had bestowed her with special sight, enabling her to perceive what was hidden from normal vision.
"He was stabbed with a blade dipped in Emperor Nagin's poison... it's incredibly rare... who could have done this?" Fayeth couldn't contain her question, wondering who could have inflicted such a wound. Emperor Nagins were exceedingly uncommon and potent serpents, existing alongside the realm's monsters. It was said they could devour a god's soul, a theory the gods didn't dare to test. These ancient creatures were elusive, and even the gods wouldn't seek them out for experimentation.
One thing was certain: Emperor Nagin's poison had the power to corrode a god's physical body and blood to the point where their soul became trapped within Hades.
"That Marli... she did this," Ayag hissed with a venomous tone.
Once again, Fayeth found herself taken aback, but before she could respond, Cain interjected.
"If a god's soul is trapped in Hades, does that mean they're considered dead?" Cain's curiosity emerged.
"Shut up, you fool. He's not dead, and now's not the time for a history lesson," Ayag snapped.
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