Only God
Chapter 337 - 294: Only Our Father Knows

Chapter 337: Chapter 294: Only Our Father Knows

Atop the Golden Hall, Shan’en sat on the throne, deeply immersed in a long reflection. The Prophetic God Kagawus did not interrupt, but instead waited silently.

After a long time, Shan’en finally extricated herself from the quagmire of sorrow. She gazed at Kagawus in the hall and asked,

"How long have I been lost in thought?"

"Divine King, a whole day and night," Kagawus sighed.

Shan’en took a deep breath and asked softly,

"Tell me, Kagawus, what exactly did you see?"

Kagawus nodded and began to recount the visions he witnessed.

Shan’en and Kagawus both knew how dangerous it was to spy upon the fate of Heaven, so for many years, Kagawus had never directly foreseen the future. Together with the Dream God, they conveyed the fate of the future in the form of murky and hazy dreamlike images.

For instance, when Kagawus saw a swift horse in his dream, that horse was not merely a horse. Perhaps it represented the swift passing of time, or maybe it symbolized a storm sweeping across the land...

In any case, Kagawus would peer into the direction of fate in this indirect manner, not knowing whether the supreme father had entirely failed to notice, or had perhaps already noticed but condoned his actions.

And without a doubt, every peering into the direction of fate was akin to walking on a knife’s edge.

"Firstly, I saw the dark of night.

It was a night that enshrouded the entire world, seemingly so prolonged it was beyond imagination, yet it also seemed as if it would end in the next moment," Kagawus narrated with a heavy voice,

"In that night, thick clouds piled up, and at that moment, I saw a flash of lightning."

Shan’en leaned forward slightly.

A flash of lightning...

She knew, that lightning could very likely signify herself as the Thunder God.

"After the lightning streaked by, it was still night," Kagawus’s tone involuntarily rose,

"But soon, the night passed, and a new day arrived, sunlight standing high in the sky, illuminating the land."

Shan’en paused slightly.

In Kagawus’s prophecy of the future, she realized something.

All she heard was Kagawus continuing,

"Under that sunlight, gales rose and faded, clouds drifted across the sky, no one could obscure the light, all that was past, present, and future, were permeated in the light.

Until all that is ephemeral passed away, and all that is perishable decayed, but the light remained..."

As Kagawus described the scenes of the prophecy, Shan’en was lost in thought again. She sat upon the golden-cast throne, her eyes slightly closed, no one knew what she was thinking, not even the gods who could read minds.

In the prophecy,

lightning streaked by, but the light forever remained.

The Prophetic God looked up at the king in the hall.

He was one of the first five Divine beings to awaken. He knew why the Country of Divines was established, and he was even more aware of the continuous painstaking efforts of Shan’en on the throne.

This is why Kagawus said nothing, accompanying Shan’en in silence.

For a long, long time.

No one knew how many days had passed when Shan’en raised her eyes slightly and stood up from the throne.

She held the Thunder Spear that commanded all Divines, step by step, she ascended the stairs.

The Prophetic God watched Shan’en.

Then He began,

"Kagawus, we stand at a crossroads of fate,"

The Prophetic God carried on,

"One path leads to survival, the other leads to destruction."

Shan’en stopped her steps, she gazed down at the resplendent Country of Divines from her high vantage,

"As for which path is better, perhaps... only our father knows."

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Solamus arrived at the Royal Capital of Danschel, a Human Kingdom known for its peace and tranquility.

Even if it could not be said that everyone lived and worked in contentment, most people managed to have enough food and clothing.

Solamus looked out over the distant Royal Capital, seeing the direction of these mortals’ fates. The people on the ground were unaware that this peaceful tranquility would not last much longer, a disaster was approaching.

The disaster came from a Foreign Country.

Solamus was a traveler from afar; the people of Danschel became suspicious and wary at the sight of her dress. In this age, foreigners were regarded as another race by the citizens.

It was difficult for foreigners to settle down in Danschel.

Fortunately, Solamus was wealthy.

Having traveled the Mortal World for nearly a thousand years, Solamus had amassed a fortune. She easily found a manor in the city and hired a few maids, quietly awaiting the arrival of the right moment.

A few days later, Solamus had the maids purchase a harp in the market. Money talks, and although the locals of Danschel were initially unwillig to sell a harp, they sent a fine one to the manor faced with a bag full of gold.

The harp had fifteen strings.

Solamus began to play the harp in the manor, the music melodious, better than the finest nightingale’s song. Within a few days, many Danschel nobles had heard about the foreign woman skilled in playing the harp, and various mysterious legends followed, some fabricated, some mere rumors.

Danschel, this small country rich in fertile land, had its own Music Academy, where lived a woman obsessed with music named Catherine. Having heard of the foreign woman skilled in playing the harp, Catherine waited on the manor’s edge all night.

When the rooster crowed for the third time, Catherine finally heard the enchanting and melodious harp, lost in its music, she soon trembled with excitement. When she returned to the Music Academy, she was so engrossed in the memory of the harp’s music that she lost interest in food and drink.

Being a notorious music fanatic, Catherine hardly ever stepped out of the Music Academy, not even the king could summon her. When the musicians saw her return from outside, the entire Music Academy was thrown into a frenzy.

If even Catherine was captivated by the harp’s sound, how magical was the music of this foreign woman?

The Music Academy buzzed even more with talk. Some said the foreign woman came from the Three-eyed Ape People, some said she was a mysterious and noble Elf, and others wildly speculated that the foreign woman was the Imperial Musician of the Netherworld, and the harp’s music was designed to lure the souls of the dead.

In any case, the fame of Solamus spread once more.