Orion rubbed his nose slightly and stepped back, realizing he wasn't invited.
Aerialia chuckled behind him. "You shouldn't walk into a god's abode uninvited. Regardless, it seems you'll have to try harder to earn her trust," she said.
Despite being wary due to her previous death, Ilse was currently in a blank state, much like when the gods first descended from heaven-curious about the world, herself, and her children, with a trendous, piqued interest in the changes around her. This would have made things easier for Orion, as he could gain her protection and trust by being truthful and satiating her curiosity.
But given their current situation, where her life and death were in Orion's hands, she would be extrely cautious about his every gesture and motive towards her. Fortunately, the
Prisrions would serve as their bridge over these obstacles.
Ilse would surely look through her children's mories to further confirm the validity of their words, which would undoubtedly reveal Orion's and the Village's assistance to the Prisrions, the White Fla, Aegis of the Arctic Deity, and his current relationship with the Prisrion leader.
"Regardless, I'll do my best," Orion responded with a nod of acknowledgent.
With her arms folded, Aerialia smirked mischievously. Perhaps because she was also a goddess, she enjoyed watching Orion realize how difficult it was to capture a goddess's attention and build an amicable relationship. It would make him appreciate how amazing of a goddess she was to choose to support his goals and stand by his side.
Oblivious to Aerialia's thoughts, Orion gestured for the Morphic Puppet to co forward and willed it to transform into two outdoor lounge chairs with shades over them.
He sat on a reclined chair, stretching his legs on the splayed seat. Rather than returning to his duties, he planned to wait until they returned, taking advantage of the ti to rest. Besides, he didn't have anything urgent to attend to.
Aerialia chose to study the Golden Palace instead of accompanying Orion. She recognized it as one of Ilse's treasures and wanted to see if she could uncover any secrets.
Forty Minutes Later
The Golden Palace trembled before it began to retract into the walls. The Prisrions started stepping through the grand archway one by one, scanning their surroundings as if searching for sothing important. Their eyes widened when they spotted Orion, the Crimson Greatsword, floating beside him and the Morphic Puppet standing behind him.
They exchanged excited glances before returning to their previous positions.
Orion had already gotten rid of the chair he was using to rest once the doors of the Golden Palace began retracting into the walls. Observing the Prisrions' expressions, his curiosity was piqued. He wanted to know what had transpired within the Golden Palace that caused such reactions.
Selene soon stepped out, her countenance much more serious than when she had entered the Golden Palace. She swiftly returned to her previous position in front of the multitude of Prisrions.
Ilse, the last to erge from the Golden Palace, approached him. She stretched her right index to the side and tore the space open. Brilliant rays of light poured out of the tear as she reached inside, brought out two glowing orbs the size of a fist, and then handed them to Orion.
"This is the original. And this is the replica," Ilse said.
Orion gently took the two orbs and scrutinized them carefully. He tried to detect any flaws but found none. The two orbs looked identical, possessing the sa otherworldly aura.
"It's incredible. You're truly worthy of being called the goddess of treasures. Even in your current state, you can recreate a divine artefact so flawlessly," Aerialia praised, her hands clasped together in admiration.
"Thank you for your praise, goddess Aerialia. But even though you're currently a divine soul, your senses should be extraordinary enough to distinguish the replica from the original due to its inconsistent aura. Any divine being could see through its disguise, even without seeing the original. Its abilities are also nowhere close to the original," Ilse responded, shaking her head.
Orion shook his head and said, "It's still an incredible work. Thank you." He nodded appreciatively.
Whether the Wandering Wolf Borough Runaway City could see through the disguise of the fake Solara's Divine Eye depended on whether they had a divine being on their side or any connections to one. This was a significant part of the plan, so he wasn't worried but rather excited.
He was confident that they could outwit their opponents with the enhanced replica.
Ilse nodded nonchalantly at Orion's words. "You should drop your blood on it to claim ownership. This Solara's Divine Eye has been made so two individuals can claim ownership. You can use it to manipulate whatever the viewer does, depending on how they utilize the Divine Artefact," she explained.
Hearing Ilse's words, Orion was stunned. "You added sothing like that?" he asked, his tone brimming with excitent.
Ilse nodded.
Orion was tempted to close the distance and hug Ilse for the enhancents she had made to the replicated Solara's Divine Eye, but he restrained himself. Instead, he quickly stored the original artefact into the miniature mountain.
Orion then used his teeth to prick his finger, allowing his blood to drip onto the glowing orb.
The orb's brilliance increased dramatically, almost obscuring Orion's vision and that of the Prisrions in the distance before it turned into a streak of light and vanished into the left side of his chest.
An orb with the colours of gold, amber, and crimson appeared on his chest, etching itself there before it slowly disappeared.
Orion closed his eyes, sensing the orb's functions and capabilities appearing in his mind. The abilities of the Solara's Divine Eye were just as Patriarch Rylan had ntioned, but there was
more.
A smile erged on Orion's lips as he opened his eyes and focused on Ilse. "With this and the ability you've added to it, I'm more confident that we can accomplish the plan," Orion said, nodding gratefully.
"I hope you don't disappoint. Nonetheless, there's sothing I would like to ask of you," Ilse responded, her serene gaze fixed on Orion.
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