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[Awakening]

"Boom-boom!" The continuous crashing sound echoed outside.

Shilut slumped on the ground, looking extremely panicked.

After a while, he tried to get up, but without his arms, he struggled to support himself, taking a lot of effort to finally stand.

Once up, Shilut staggered over to Forseti's side. Forseti was still asleep, sitting on a large stone chair, covered with a thin layer of blood-colored amber.

"Buzz..." The little stone man leaned on Forseti's stone chair, crying softly, his face full of grievances.

"Boom-boom!" The Kronans were still ramming the stone house. Due to their large size, they mostly used heavy blunt weapons such as maces, perfect for breaking doors.

More than a dozen Kronans stood in front of the stone house, taking turns battering the entrance with various large sticks. Although the rock Shilut had created was sturdy, it was wearing down quickly, gravel flying everywhere.

"Lord Chief, do you think this child is truly the Ancestor Kronan?" the Elder Kronan asked cautiously. "To be honest, his rock-throwing abilities don't seem to align with our clan's legends."

"Does it matter?" Chief Kronan replied. "The sacred, noble, and powerful Ancestor Kronan—who can say he isn't the original Kronan after seeing him now?"

"He only needs to be similar enough to the original Kronan. With him, our tribe could unite the Kronans of Vanaheim. If used properly, it might even end the division of our home planet, Rhea."

The Elder Kronan sighed slightly. "The infighting among the Kronans has gone on for too long."

"Boom!"

The battering continued from the afternoon into the night, stars filling the sky over Vanaheim.

Under the repeated blows from over a dozen Kronans, the stone house finally began to crumble.

"Let me handle this!" Chief Kronan took up his mace and swung it violently.

"Boom!"

The last rock barrier shattered, revealing a passage leading into the house.

"Where is he?"

A group of Kronans entered but found no trace of Shilut, frowning.

"Chief!" someone suddenly shouted.

Chief Kronan rushed over, entering a room, and froze. "What is this?"

In the spacious room were many pharmaceutical tools and drug residues, arranged like a pharmaceutical lab.

"A pharmacy room?" The Elder Kronan recognized the setup and inspected it closely, surprised. "This is quite advanced. Is there an Aesir here?"

The power of the Aesir extends beyond strength, reflected in their advanced civilization. Among the more primitive Kronans, such a pharmacy would be unheard of. But among the Aesir, they are relatively common.

"These things are covered in dust; they haven't been used for a long time," Chief Kronan said, touching a dusty surface.

"Gather these tools and bring them back to the clan."

"Yes."

Some Kronans began packing up the pharmaceutical tools. However, unfamiliar with their delicacy, they damaged many of them in the process.

After collecting the tools, the Kronans continued to search the house and finally found some clues.

Staring at an irregularly shaped rock wall, the Elder Kronan said, "This looks like it was a door."

"Open it!"

The blocked door was quickly broken open.

"Boom!"

The stone door shattered, and Shilut appeared, releasing another mudslide. However, his internal reserves were depleted, and the mudslide was weak, merely dirtying the Kronans without causing damage.

Chief Kronan brushed off the debris and moved to grab Shilut but suddenly froze. "What is this?"

Beside Shilut was a large stone chair, occupied by a blond young man encased in blood-colored crystals. The youth appeared lifeless, eyes closed as if dead or asleep.

Despite his missing arms, Shilut stood protectively in front of the young man, showing a fierce determination to defend him.

Seeing the blond youth in the blood-colored amber, the Elder Kronan's lips trembled. "Chief, I have a bad feeling about this..."

"An Aesir," a Kronan muttered.

"No...it could be a god," the Elder Kronan added. "Chief, we need to leave, now."

"Let's go!" Chief Kronan sensed the danger, his face tense. He picked up Shilut and turned to leave.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Though powerless to fight back, Shilut struggled, shouted loudly, and even bit Chief Kronan's hand.

"Ah!"

Despite the Kronan's stone-like body, Shilut's teeth bit through, causing Chief Kronan to scream in pain.

"Stupid boy!" Chief Kronan slapped Shilut angrily.

"Let go of that child."

A cold voice suddenly echoed, filled with intense killing intent. The temperature around them rose sharply, turning the cool night into scorching heat.

The Kronans turned abruptly.

The blond young man, previously sealed in blood-colored amber, had opened his eyes, staring coldly at them through the translucent crystal.

"Crack...knock..."

Cracks spread rapidly across the blood-colored amber, covering it entirely.

The Kronans' faces showed fear, while Shilut was ecstatic, kicking his legs in joy.

"Boom!" The blood-colored amber shattered, bursting apart.

Flames erupted, accompanied by dazzling golden light, filling the space with heat and brilliance.

The blond young man remained seated on the stone chair, bathed in fire and holy light, resembling a sun.

"Who...who are you?" the Elder Kronan asked in terror.

Forseti stood up from the stone chair, fire and holy light swirling around him. In a tone filled with righteous authority, he declared:

"I am...the sun god."