Chapter 128 - Pallas Divine Domain (1/2)
Somewhere in the cosmos. The gap of time, the speckle of enclosed realm where everything was conjoined with the universal line of different ad infinitum. Because of its creation origin, it was slightly different from the one that was attached to a divine spirit akin to a deity.
Just like a divine domain, time worked differently and its owner did prefer to use it more personally than anyone could imagine. Space was merely got tangled by any kind of mass there due to the unfathomable gravitation from all directions. This harsh environment wasn't meant for a mortal or immortal, it was meant for Gods.
Two times bigger than a solar system, the titanic humanoid entity felt a huge frustration, anger, and sadness in every fiber of its being. It then began to compress itself thousands or millions times smaller than its normal size and eventually into a being at the size of five times bigger than an average human. Immediately wrapping itself with a short cloth.
Despite its size, its whole appearance was similar to a long eared and golden haired person with two drills on both sides in the contrast of a noble young girl—but definitely not on the scale of a young girl. Red pupils, golden searing aura, and golden tears from her flustered eyes.
The entity landed on a giant platform with numerous facilities within it, and it was certainly not what people would expect of an object and material concept used by Gods.
It was a gym facility packed with many oversized and over the top weights that was certainly not available within a mortal realm.
Inaudibly, the entity approached the gear and equipment one by one. The bench press, the giant weight puller, power cage, sun-dense dumbbells, and everything available with an insane amount of reps and conditioning.
A humanoid god that looked like a noble young daughter of someone wearing shorts and a sports bra. Her abs and other muscles screamed power. Slender with great conditioning and symmetry.
This is Pallas, the God of Warcraft—although it had been long deviated from her utmost origin but boredom caught up and numerous hobbies had permeated the lonely god who didn't have anyone to interact with as her circle of pantheon was doing a lot of events and schemes without her.
Just as when she was doing an excruciatingly long deadlift with the weight that was denser than a star, a man with a grand clowney outfit ripped open the divine domain as he barged into Pallas' venting session with an unamused face.
The clown was followed by four purple snakes that came from his perpetual shadow.
Merely glancing at the intruder, Pallas kept doing her deadlift while maintaining her perfect posture. ”Ratios, what do you want?”
”Nothing, nothing at all, my dear Pallas.” The clown took a handkerchief and wiped his nonexistent tear. ”I've sensed a surge of emotion that came from you, anything that I can help?”
”I've dealt with it. You don't need to do anything,”
The man began to circle the God of Warcraft. Clearly, the unfathomable pressure of the divine realm gravitation was only a breeze for him as it didn't affect his elegant walk in the slightest.