Chapter 18 Where is Justice?
In the boundless sea of stars, one by one the stars dimmed.
The goddess in the black dress, seated on her throne, lowered the corners of her mouth from her smile.
Leading a few dying stars, a ray of light slowly outlined a soaring bird.
It flickers on and off.
The goddess in the black dress rested her chin on her hand.
"Tima of the Feathers?"
"Interesting, but Cronus, are you ready?"
Behind the throne, a giant gear was turning tirelessly.
The gears are wrapped with gold threads.
A long, dark river flows out from the gear, its destination unknown.
The cries of living beings could be heard continuously in the Heihe River.
They are all bound by fate.
His body was bound by gold threads.
In the middle of the river, Tychus's soul stood blankly.
Their whereabouts are unknown, and their return date is unknown.
The goddess in the black dress used her divine power to fetch some water from the Black River.
Then it was injected into the shimmering bird pattern.
"Tima, what will you do this time?"
The goddess in the black dress smiled and stroked her belly.
...
In Ridon Brown, amidst the tension among the flock of feathered creatures, Tima slowly awoke.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Kanalivi touching his forehead with her hand.
"Livia..." she said softly.
"God!" Canalivie shouted immediately upon hearing Tima's words.
"God, what's wrong? We were so worried about you."
"It's nothing, just contamination."
"What? How could that be? You were singing happily with us just now." Kanalivie looked bewildered.
"It must be some kind of curse or something," Tima recalled Lemonles's intense gaze and his divine status.
It has obviously been contaminated.
The most direct cause of pollution is the curse.
But Tima thought, he had been staying in Ridon Brown and hadn't gone out much, so how could he have incurred the wrath of others?
Could it be that Thea cursed him?
That doesn't make sense. Thea couldn't possibly have cast such a severe curse on him, enough to corrupt his divinity.
Who else could it be?
Upon hearing that Tima had awakened, Phoenix and his companions immediately flew towards the main temple of the Feathered Temple.
The sound of hurried footsteps quickly approached.
Dense and rapid.
"My lord, are you feeling better?"
Phoenix God hadn't entered yet, but his voice preceded his arrival.
"Phoenix, don't worry, I'm much better now," Tima immediately reassured him.
"Really?" Phoenix asked as he flew in.
Her eyes, however, were fixed on Kanalivie, who was examining Tima's body.
"There's really nothing wrong," Canalivie replied to Phoenix after checking the situation.
Following them were the various tribes of the Feathered Clan, who inquired about Tima's physical condition and how she felt.
Tima replied to each of them, reassuring them.
Tima appears to be their chief deity, but it feels like they always treat her like a child.
After Qunyu finished asking his questions, Phoenix had a serious expression on his face, clearly having something to say to Tima.
"Lord God, during the days you were unconscious, a major event occurred in the Feathered Realm."
"What big thing?" Tima asked, puzzled. What big thing could happen while he was unconscious?
Could it be Cronus?
No, no, no, that's impossible. Cronus shouldn't know his identity yet, so he wouldn't cause him any trouble.
It is extremely difficult for Thea to be the one.
Really?
Why hold a grudge like that?
"To the east of Ridonbron, there is a tribe that receives rain all year round. They have been hunting down the Flying Wings recently. One-fifth of our tribe has been killed. They also hang the bodies of the Flying Wings to the west, clearly in the direction of Ridonbron."
"What?!" Tima was furious upon hearing this!
How dare they create such adorable flocks of feathers!
A feeling of irritation settled over Tima.
Undeniably, the contamination of his divine status still had some impact on him.
Tima suppressed her agitation.
Turning to Phoenix, he asked in a very serious tone, "Where is their tribe? Take me there!"
Unable to contain its anger, it spread its dangerous yet beautiful wings recklessly.
This time, Tima is determined to seek justice for the Feather Clan.
His people cannot be trampled upon at will