Odyssey of the Blind God

"Nial, are you fine?" 

The Oracle\'s voice reached Nial but he stared absent-mindedly into the distance. He couldn\'t even be bothered to look in her direction.

Not that it made a big difference because he couldn\'t see in the first place.

The Oracle stared at Nial, just like the Royal Princess, Hana, and his family. Everyone had gathered after the battle ended with the perpetrators\' retreat. 

Everyone was overjoyed because Nial returned, changing the tide of the battle in an instant.

However, Nial didn\'t seem satisfied at all.

He was not happy. To be precise, he was fuming in angel.

\'Wasn\'t everything over when I killed Bella? Why is that bitch alive, in the first place?\'

Nial didn\'t expect the Primordial Angel, the Queen of the Angels, to have influenced Bella Morningstar in the past.

Though, it made much more sense now, thinking about it. 

Bella Morningstar had been considered the Saintess of the Angel race. She was treated with utmost care and protected by all means.

Being the \'successor\' of the Primordial Angel, Bella Morningstar was likely to become an Ancient God in the future. Maybe she was even more talented than the Primordial Angel. After all, Bella had been in possession of the Innate Ability, Celestial Transformation.

But was her talent reason enough for a Spectran, a member of one of the Primordial races, to be interested in her? 

Nial was not too sure about that.

For a Primordial to be interested in a mortal there had to be something more than talent. 

One way or another, Nial was frustrated. Instead of being able to accept the past, it seemed like everything returned back to him.

However, the worst was that he couldn\'t even kill the Primordial Angel. She had been weakened from fully unleashing her Divinity, yet, Nial hadn\'t been able to kill her at last.

Instead of piercing her head and brain when he outwitted her on the battlefield, Nial ended up killing a hundred Archangels and thousands of Angels instead.

The Angels had thrown themselves at him in order to protect the Primordial Angel.

These bastards sacrificed their own lives for their Queen\'s sake, and the worst was that it actually worked.

The Primordial Angel escaped Nial\'s attacks and retreated afterward. 

In fact, everyone retreated less than 20 minutes after the God of Gluttony and his Army of Devils joined the battle. 

This was enough to showcase the power and pressure he and his army exuded on their enemies.

It was great thinking about it but their overwhelming victory didn\'t mean that Nial was satisfied.

\'Can this even be considered an overwhelming victory, in the first place?\' Nial wondered while scanning through the battlefield.

While most citizens had been hiding in the underground shelter of the Orion Shelter, there were still a bunch who had died.

More than a quarter of the Orion Shelter\'s population had been eradicated and only a small portion of buildings was left standing. 

None of the buildings in the shelter was unscathed either. 

The landscape was destroyed, the mana turned unstable without any way to figure out how long it would take to regain its former glory, and it was not known how long it would take before their enemies would issue a second attack.

With the death of the Primordial Angel, things would have changed a little. Unfortunately, she was able to survive and able to flee. 

"Pursue them," Nial ordered quietly, ignoring the people around him.

Just a moment later, millions of figures shot ouf of his shadow. 

Only after the Army of Devil had been deployed to hunt down the remaining forces did Nial divert his attention at last.

"Sorry for being late. The Advocate got me," He said with a forced smile on his face.

If Nial were to be totally honest with himself, he didn\'t really feel great right now. He had been too late for war since the Advocate trapped him.

The Adovcate\'s scheming pushed him into a tricky situation, which he barely escaped. Had he been a day or two too later, the Orion Shelter, his family and everyone else, including himself, would be dead.

That bothered him quite a bit. 

Adding that he encountered the Primordial Angel, who had been at fault for his mother\'s death, and his hundred years of experience in the Witness State of the Lacardia Empyrean Void, Nial was in a mess simply put.

He was mentally exhausted and didn\'t really want to talk too much to the others.

This was especially true for Hana, Princess Evalyne, and the Oracle. Looking at them, he felt a little weird as they resembled Celine to a certain degree.

\'Celine was created by the golden flower to keep me invested in the Witness State. She never existed in the first place. But even then…what a shame…\'

Nial choose that he shouldn\'t be too focused on Celine and the three women for the time being. It wouldn\'t help him to be bothered about any of that, and it was more important to fix everything that had been broken, whether it was his people\'s trust, their bones, or their homes.

Fixing all problems was even more important than taking revenge, even though Nial would love to take revenge at this moment. 

He was fuming in anger but it was not as if he could change the past. The most he could do was to give his best and work hard.

"You idiot…" Hana shouted at this moment. Her purple eyes were drenched in thick tears that began to trickle down her cheeks ceaselessly.

She rushed forward and hugged Nial.

He flinched and was about to push her away only to freeze in his tracks. Sabrina, Mathias, Miles, Princess Evalyne, and the Oracle rushed toward him.

They had been holding back because they didn\'t want to bother Nial too much. 

It was quite difficult to assess Nial\'s condition. He seemed fine on the outside, but his expression and presence made clear that he was far from fine.

But upon seeing that Hana was unable to restrain herself, the others didn\'t bother trying anymore either.

They surrounded Nial and hugged him tightly, ignoring his plea.

"We were so worried…"

"We thought you would never wake up again…"

"We thought that it was the end…"

"We were helpless…"

…

Nial bit his lower lip in response to the desperate outcries of his beloved friends and family and sighed deeply.

"It\'s fine…because I\'m here…"