Now, these two before it said that there was also a Black Tide on the seabed, and even Fagina’s retainers had fought to the point where only one remained.
Nikador wanted to know where the Black Tide actually came from.
“Yes.” Facing the Titan’s inquiry, Hysilens did not continue to remain silent.
She subconsciously tightened her grip on the hand she was holding with Gwyn, her gaze gradually drifting away, and she slowly recounted the past that had already been submerged by the Black Tide…
In front of the Titan’s throne, the sole surviving Siren slowly recounted the past on the seabed.
Gwyn felt the trembling of Hysilens’s palm and said nothing, simply responding to her with the warmth of his own palm.
The Titan in front of the throne was not impatient either, letting Hysilens’s topic drift from time to time to recount the scenery and years on the seabed.
Even though he was rumored to be a barbaric god by the outside world, the Titan of Strife was by no means a savage without restraint.
On the contrary, this eternal and sharp weapon, in the present before being eroded to madness by the Black Tide, was a wise warrior capable of distinguishing right from wrong and discerning the human heart.
And Hysilens was worthy of his respect and patience.
The sun set and rose again.
It was not until noon the next day that Hysilens finished recounting her past in the sea and coming to the shore.
Seeing that Hysilens had finally stopped, Gwyn hurriedly offered some fruit juice to moisten her throat—fortunately, Nikador had the habit of allowing warriors to feast here, and there was food and water stored here; otherwise, he, a wounded man, would not have been able to hold on until now.
“If this is so, then it seems the Black Tide does not just originate from beyond the heavens, but also comes from the seabed…” Nikador’s deep voice echoed in the temple, low and resonant, revealing the contemplation of this Titan of Strife— “It also makes me understand why you possess Fagina’s Authority.” “Me?” Hysilens, who was elegantly taking small sips, could not help but look up upon hearing this, looking at Nikador.
“The Titan’s Authority is bound to the Spark, but Fagina’s situation is different—the cup of overflow shattered, symbolizing Fagina’s sacrifice.
You completed and cleansed the cup of overflow; even though you did not take the Spark, you still obtained a portion of the Authority.
If this is the case, it can explain why you have fought the Black Tide for thousands of years without being affected and falling.” Nikador slowly recounted the fact that Hysilens herself had not realized— “If this were not the case, even if you were Fagina’s most powerful retainer, a person born to wield a sharp sword, it would be impossible to remain unscathed in the battles against the Black Tide.” Saying this, Nikador turned its head to look at Gwyn— “You fought the Black Tide to this point; even if you survived, you would surely be devoured by the Black Tide and become a new minion of the Black Tide.
Although you are now heavily wounded and difficult to heal, there is not a trace of the Black Tide on your body, so it must be that she healed you, right?” “That’s right.” Gwyn had also guessed this point, and hearing Nikador’s words now only confirmed the conjecture in his heart.
It was Hysilens beside Gwyn who was stunned upon hearing this.
This was indeed something she had not clearly realized before.
She subconsciously looked down at her hands—Hysilens saw that one of her hands was holding another hand that was still wrapped in bandages, yet she had felt nothing unusual before.
Subconsciously, Hysilens withdrew her gaze and looked at the Titan in front of her as if nothing had happened.
“Since you have already begun to purge the Black Tide, you should also realize that it is the enemy of the entire Amphoreus.
But even as powerful as you are, I am afraid it is difficult to stop the Black Tide surging from all directions of the entire continent on your own, right?” Gwyn locked eyes with the Titan who was thinking about something, a bold idea emerging in his heart— “But if you could get other Titans to act as reinforcements to lend you a hand, and then gather the power of the entire Amphoreus…
perhaps you could intercept the Black Tide outside a certain range?” It was rare to encounter a clear-headed Nikador.
This Titan, the strongest single-target combatant among them, had become an ally, and Gwyn naturally wanted to pull off something big.
Even if the Black Tide destroying the world was one of the underlying logics of the entire Amphoreus, different ways of responding would still have different results.
Even though the Golden War had been going on for who knew how many years, the land of Amphoreus had not yet been overly affected by the Black Tide, and on the whole, its strength remained.
If the many city-states could be thoroughly united, then the Black Tide that could be resisted should also be much longer.
Soul-like action games are still too demanding on operation; better to switch to a Paradox interactive painting game—if all the remaining Titans could be turned into friendly units, combined with enough human armies, could the pace of the Black Tide be blocked to a certain extent?
Like Calypso of the Tree Court, she is at least a rational Titan who passed down wisdom.
Besides the dark history of refusing to exercise to death, she should have some housekeeping skills, right?
Before the reincarnation, she could develop alchemy that allowed Polyxia to resurrect Castorice, and could create forbidden arts that split Gnaeus’s soul into five.
Surely her IQ didn’t reset to zero after reincarnation, right?
Do something useful!
But in the face of Gwyn’s hopeful gaze, Nikador just shook its head calmly, its voice without much fluctuation— “It cannot be done—before I foresaw the destruction of the Black Tide, Aigle, Fagina, and Gioria had already been eroded by the Black Tide and were unable to control themselves; Meneta and Sersis are immersed in their own worlds, unable to extricate themselves; Zagreus has his own little schemes and will not listen obediently; as for Thanatos and Kephale…
better not to mention them.” “…” Listening to Nikador’s comments on its colleagues, Gwyn could not help but frown—the strong all have their own tempers; this is normal.
Outside the false sky of Amphoreus, there are crazy Path followers everywhere.
But Nikador, the best fighter, refused without even thinking and commented on its colleagues one by one…
it was equivalent to saying that this matter was non-negotiable; if it couldn’t be done, it couldn’t be done.
But if all parties continued to fight on their own, I am afraid the direction of the plot would not be far from what he knew.
However, although he was unwilling to accept this result, Gwyn did not go to butt heads with Nikador—he knew very well that he was able to stand here now almost entirely thanks to Hysilens.
“Please forgive my presumption; it was my lack of consideration.” Sighing lightly, Gwyn lowered his head to think about what to say next.
But before he could continue, Nikador seemed to have seen through his thoughts and spoke first— “There is nothing presumptuous about it; your idea is indeed very good, but…
humans have their own thoughts and their own persistence, let alone Titans?
Unless the crisis of the Black Tide destroying the world is imminent, it is impossible for them to put everything down and unite to resist the Black Tide.” Saying this, Nikador’s words paused, its gaze deeply fixed on Gwyn— “Moreover…
compared to the Black Tide still lurking at the edge of the continent, you should perhaps be more concerned about yourself—” “What is wrong with him?” When Nikador’s words fell, the first to react was not Gwyn, but Hysilens.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”