Tartarus was the very essence of the abyss.
Even if a god landed at the edge of the abyss, they still had a chance to escape its grasp.
If it happened within the abyss, at the peak of his current early stage of divine power—though he had never tried it—if the Mother Goddess of the Earth, Gaia, entered there, and if he forcibly suppressed her, the goddess would most likely be unable to escape.
Similarly, if the abyss, formed by the power of a mighty god in the later stages of its development, descended into darkness and night, and the two gods actively suppressed it, it would be trapped inside.
Therefore, Nyx, the goddess of night, voluntarily entering the abyss showed Tartarus great trust in him, but it also aroused some suspicion in him.
A crater several kilometers deep formed, and within it, darkness reigned.
Where night reigns, the goddess of night, Nyx, seemed to move through space, crossing millions of meters in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, the goddess of night, Nyx, appeared in the abyss, thousands of meters beneath the earth.
The several-kilometer-deep crater vanished and was filled in, and calm returned to the abyss.
In the abyss where Nyx resided, a tiny stone chamber rapidly transformed, soon becoming a spacious hall.
Boom!
A bead created from divine power floated above the hall, casting a faint, dazzling light upon it.
These two deities could communicate through divine thoughts in the darkness.
Having experience from his past life, Tartarus still preferred to communicate in the ordinary way, allowing him to visually perceive the surrounding world.
The divine power of the gods was not limited to one color; it could be freely controlled.
Divine power by nature could choose to emit light or not.
Having witnessed the dazzling chains of divine power wielded by the Sky God, the inhabitants of Tartarus found this color of divine power quite beautiful.
Therefore, he chose for the main hall he built this time the same dazzling light and color, but they were not too bright—rather, they were subdued.
Darkness hates light, and although night does not hate light as much, it still does not like it, so bright light tends to be dim.
Nyx saw a building like this for the first time and looked around curiously.
In the dim light, she saw various magical reliefs on the stone walls of the main hall.
They were images of dragons, phoenixes, hydras, and other fantastical mythical creatures and monsters from Tartarus’s past-life memories.
Tartarus, whose core was the abyss, could instantly create any structure he wished within the territory of the abyss and inside it whenever he pleased.
Beneath Nyx’s feet appeared beautifully laid stone steps leading to a magnificent throne.
At that moment, Tartarus’s Devouring Avatar was seated on the magnificent throne, smiling at Nyx, and said: “Welcome to the true Abyss, my beautiful sister Nyx, please sit.” With a snap of his fingers, a similar throne appeared beside the one he sat on.
Whoosh!
Naturally, dim light also exists at night.
The goddess of night, Nyx, took a step and instantly sat upon the throne.
Looking around, Nyx exclaimed in amazement: “I have never seen anything like this before.
I do not understand it, but there is a unique beauty to it.
Brother Tartarus, is this a power unique to the Abyss?” “This knowledge belongs exclusively to me,” said Tartarus.
“I have just awakened and was about to come find you, but you came to me first.
We were thinking the same thing.
May I ask what brought you here?” The goddess of night, Nyx, said: “Brother Tartarus, from our very birth, we have been inseparable.
Night and the abyss are inextricably linked, and I feel the abyss every moment.” “But since you returned last time and fell into a deep sleep, I have sensed the existence of the abyss, but I have not felt its closeness to the night.” “I thought you would wake up soon after your deep sleep, but this process turned out to be quite long.
I waited a long time, and then I saw Eros.” She paused, then looked at Tartarus: “He said, ‘I long to see you, to feel you, even to merge the night with the abyss.
This is a kind of love.'” “Seeking me out to confess your feelings?” Tartarus thought, recalling a phrase that should not exist among the majestic gods.
In the beautiful and captivating eyes of the goddess of night, Nyx, a strange feeling flickered.
She stared intently at Tartarus, as if trying to forever imprint his image in the night, so that it might accompany her eternally.
“I sense the abyss rising again, so I want to see you.
The abyss is you, and it also devours you; I long to see you.” “I do not know exactly what love is, but I want to feel what it is like when night merges with the abyss, so I descended into the abyss to see you.” As she spoke, she stood and walked toward Tartarus, a faint blush appearing on her beautiful and delicate face.
Meeting Tartarus’s eyes, she continued: “Now that I see you, the panic I felt during the waiting has subsided, the anxiety has faded, and the unease has also calmed.” “Seeing you, feeling you—it brings me such joy.
May I hold your hand?” She extended her beautiful and graceful hand toward Tartarus, her slender fingertips a delicate pink.
Looking at those slender hands, Tartarus stood, reached out his large palm, and grasped her small hand.
He could not refuse such a beautiful goddess, especially one he had admired and dreamed of for so long.
The smooth, delicate texture and the sensation, almost like an electric shock, were wonderful—even more pleasant than when Tartarus had been human in his past life.
Nyx stepped forward, drawing even closer to Tartarus.
She looked up, gazing at the face so close to her own: “When Eros was born, many images appeared in my mind.
In those images, there was me, and there was you, whom I imagined possessing a divine body.
At that time, two feelings arose within me.” “Later, I learned from Eros that there is a kind of shyness and a kind of desire.
This is my desire for you.
Have you ever had similar images?” When Eros was born, Tartarus’s mind had been filled with countless beautiful images of his pleasure with Nyx.
Now he knew that Nyx had them too.
For the first time, Tartarus found himself so close to Nyx, and for the first time, he felt the sweet fragrance of night.
It was a scent he liked, a scent he was enchanted by and admired.
Tartarus released Nyx’s small hand and reached out to embrace her soft, warm waist.
He took a half step forward, bringing the two deities even closer together.
He said seriously: “Yes, there are many images—images of you and me.
Later, whether I see you or not, as long as I see the night, these images involuntarily surface in my memory.” “I am afraid I cannot control myself and will drag you into the depths of the abyss, so that you may experience the scenes and actions depicted in those images.” “I am so glad that I was able to restrain myself and not cause you pain.
And yet, I am disappointed that I could not feel that wonderful sensation of touch captured in the image.” Suddenly caught in those arms she had long dreamed of, feeling those strong yet gentle hands and a temperature she had never experienced before, those images once again flashed through Nyx’s mind.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she lowered her head and said: “After that incident, those images surfaced from time to time.
Ever since your Devouring Body appeared, you look even more real in those images.” “But the long wait that followed was torturous for me.
I could only relive those scenes over and over again, and even began to immerse myself in them.” “At that moment, I even wanted to swear that as soon as you woke up, I would immediately bring those scenes to life.
So…” “Brother Tartarus, do you love me?”