Only God
Chapter 427 - 378 Mira’s Return

Chapter 427: Chapter 378 Mira’s Return

Deep within the Historical Star, the vast river of light was always clearly visible.

That river of light originated from Solamus. In years past, this Great Angel was summoned by Prophet Noen, who sealed the Primordial Will. The radiance brought from the Divine Kingdom turned into two chains, trapping the Primordial Will within them.

At that time, the Primordial Will was nothing more than a "dead thing" relying on instinct.

But now, things were different.

Mira curiously examined the black mass before her.

She realized that this embryo was far from mature enough to be born.

When she first burst in, Mira had thought she might gain a new playmate, but, to her surprise, this so-called playmate had not even been born yet, not even qualifying as a babbling baby.

With this thought, Mira felt somewhat deflated.

However, since it was a mission given to her by God, she should treat it well, no matter what.

Thus, Mira perked up and reached out her hand, gently touching the Primordial Embryo before her.

Suddenly encountering a stranger, the Primordial Embryo surged with fright, as if trying to recoil backward, but Mira would not give it the chance to escape. She grasped the entire Primordial Embryo with both hands and whispered:

"Hey, listen to me, you have to listen to me, act according to my lead."

Under the continuous commands, perhaps sensing the futility of struggle, the Primordial Embryo fell still, quietly lying in Mira’s hands.

Mira was quite pleased with this.

The girl picked up the Primordial Embryo, looked around, and saw that everywhere was enshrouded in black mist, seemingly guarding the embryo, yet facing Mira’s toxic claws, these mists, which should have protected the Primordial Embryo, dared not make a move.

Seeing this, an idea formed in Mira’s mind.

She reached out to the black mists, attempting to command them to act for her.

Holding the Primordial Embryo in her hands, the black mists did not dare to be negligent. They surged towards her, moving upon Mira’s will.

Mira began to recall the various beautiful sceneries she had seen in Heaven. Sometimes she lifted her palm up, other times pressed it down, occasionally swishing it left, then flicking it right. The black mist moved with her gestures, forming various objects under her direction.

Soon, a small cabin, like one with a fire burning amidst ice and snow, was created.

Mira, holding the Primordial Embryo, stepped inside.

This place was to be her dwelling for the time to come.

............

Mira always remembered that God had told her to leave this place on her own.

But how to depart, Mira truly had no clue.

However, the Primordial Embryo was in her hands, the soul of the entire Primordial Will, and using it, leaving the Primordial Will was just a matter of time.

Mira quickly came to this realization, but just as quickly, another question arose.

How to use the Primordial Embryo?

It wasn’t even an infant yet.

Looking at the Primordial Embryo on the black mist chair, Mira was suddenly at a loss.

"Wait a second... even though it’s just an embryo, it has a soul."

All of a sudden, Mira smacked her head, having thought of something.

In the Ancient Language she knew, there was "Spirit Communication."

Without delay, Mira stood up, placed one hand on the Primordial Embryo, and then began to chant the "Spirit Communication" Ancient Language.

As the Ancient Language took effect, Mira’s consciousness delved deep into the embryo, confronting its soul that flickered like fine fire.

To the Primordial Embryo, the humanity bestowed by God was overwhelmingly vast, too much to fully embrace at once. Thus, it constantly tried to merge its soul with the embryo until it reached a realm reminiscent of the unity of body and soul known to mortals.

The Ancient Language "Spirit Communication" made Mira feel the Primordial Embryo’s distress.

Besides, the might of the Primordial Will was also unimaginably powerful, and even if the soul merged with the embryo fully, controlling such terrifying power would be impossible in the short term.

Mira sensed that it would take at least tens of thousands of years for the Primordial Embryo to grow to its full state.

"Tens of thousands of years... too long, too long, Anos must have forgotten about me by now."

Mira felt that she couldn’t just sit around and wait; she had to figure out a way.

Although the Primordial Embryo couldn’t merge the soul and embryo in a short time and couldn’t control the terrifying power of the Primordial Will...

But... the black fog here obeyed her because of the Primordial Embryo.

With this thought, Mira suddenly understood.

The Primordial Embryo itself might just be the key to leaving this place.

Her biggest problem was that she couldn’t reach the "lock" - unable to escape from the bottomless Abyss.

"What I need to do is to pass on all the kindness that mortals possess to it, to make it as smart as possible, so that it can have a little more control over its own power, and finally get me out of here!"

Mira paced excitedly around the house,

"And most importantly, during this time, I need to hasten my understanding of more Ancient Language."

The battle with Slaier made a very deep impression on the girl.

In Heaven, Mira never needed to fight, and even if she did, it was mostly just play-fighting. Because of this, although she was aware of many Ancient Languages, she had never mastered them.

In the battle with Slaier, Mira realized that all she had not mastered before became the reason for her defeat.

"I have to... go into seclusion and cultivate here."

Mira looked at the small wooden house in front of her and spoke softly:

"Next time... let them see what the real Mira is like."

...

...

How long had Mira spent within the Primordial Will?

A month? Two months? Or a year?

Mira counted clearly; she had stayed here for a full six years.

Not long after constructing the wooden house out of the black fog, Mira also made a small sun for keeping time, which actually shouldn’t be called a sun, as it was just a small sphere that rose in the east and set in the west but did not emit light.

The small sphere rose and set according to the sun, and because of that, Mira’s perception of time returned to a normal state, as opposed to constantly falling in the Abyss.

Touching the Primordial Embryo in her hand, Mira took a deep breath.

Six years, a full six years.

She wasn’t clear on what had happened outside.

Maybe... it was no different from before, or maybe... there had been earth-shattering changes?

"Has Anos aged...?"

Thinking this, Mira shook her head,

"No, it’s only been six years. She’s at most twenty-six years old.

Even if I stay another six years, she won’t be old."

Mira gazed into the distance, her body within the Primordial Will, but her thoughts already drifting to Danschel.

"If it’s another six years on top of another six years... it doesn’t seem so good.

But it doesn’t matter..."

Mira paused and chuckled to herself:

"Even if she has aged, Mira is still young."

The Primordial Embryo in her hand seemed to sense her emotions, and it vibrated slightly.

Yes, Mira was going to leave this place.