The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1048 - 107 I’m Totally in Love with You, Teacher

Shadow Country, Royal Palace.

Dragging her heavily injured body, Scatha pushed open the stone door and staggered towards the throne.

She was gravely wounded; the magic sword that cut her seemed to contain an authority to suppress immortality, making her wounds difficult to heal.

With the impact of the tides of chaos and the interference of spatial storms, her body and mind were reaching their limits, and she needed to ascend the throne quickly to use the Great Authority of the Shadow Country for self-healing.

Step by step up the stairs, divine golden blood dripped to the ground below.

The scenery before Scatha grew increasingly blurry, and her body swayed more severely.

Just as she was about to fall, a hand emerged from the shadows to steady her:

"I didn’t expect to see you in such a sorry state one day..."

With a cool and low voice, a graceful, tall figure materialized from the darkness.

She wore a crown of thorns forged from obsidian and mithril, her earrings teardrop-shaped gemstones condensed from ice crystals. Her pale silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like frost, the ends shimmering like stardust, and her eyes were cobalt blue like the cold sea, with golden magic engravings hidden in their depths.

Her cold, moonlit-white skin emitted an intangible chill and arrogance, with facial lines both intricate like those of an elf and inhuman, her cheekbones and jawline sharp as blades. Her black silk gown was embroidered with silver thread depicting elven script, the skirt flowing like a curtain of aurora.

She had the aura of a goddess, a queen, a witch, and a specter...

"Morrgan? What are you doing here?"

With the mysterious woman’s support, Scatha sat on her throne, surprised.

The woman lifted her icy blue gaze to glance at Scatha, mildly reminding her:

"Do not carelessly disclose my divine name, call me Morgan..."

"Another change? Morrgan, Moli’an, Morgan, Morgan Le Fay... I’ve lost count of how many names you’ve changed."

(Note: The origin of Morgan Le Fay is indeed the Celtic goddess Morrgan of phantoms, death, and war; they share the same etymology.)

Scatha counted on her fingers, feeling a headache coming on.

—Morrgan, one of the Phantom Three Goddesses in Danu mythology, presides over phantoms, prophecy, death, and war, and is considered a goddess of death like her.

To speak of it, her becoming the ruler of the Shadow Country and ascending as a Chief God was heavily due to the guidance of this "friend."

Quotes were necessary because the woman before her, much like her divine office, seemed to be an indistinct "phantom" woven from countless "lies" and "illusions," and Scatha herself was unaware of this "friend"’s true identity.

At the very least, a deity of phantoms (Morrgan) shouldn’t possess the power to easily guide another deity of shadows (Scatha) to ascend as a Chief God.

Forget it, questions that shouldn’t be asked shouldn’t be pursued, perhaps they could still become friends.

Scatha shook her head to clear the clutter from her mind, asking:

"So, what did you come here for this time? Mor... oh... Morgan..."

"Sun God Lugh’s son, Cu Chulainn, has just come of age and is currently lacking a mentor. I think highly of him and plan to have him come to the Shadow Country to learn from you, following you in spear skill and magic teaching."

"I’ve just suffered a serious injury, I need time to recover, I don’t have the energy to take on a student. Have that Third Throne teach him instead." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"I did forget to ask, who did this to you?"

Morgan looked at her "friend", her icy blue eyes flashing with deep curiosity.

Scatha was a crucial part of the plan, and with the protection afforded by the three sisters, there should be no deity in all of Celtic that would trouble this hero’s mentor, let alone inflict such serious injuries on this master of combat and Chief God.

"A Nordic god named ’Loki’, he is very strong, and his divine era seems to be targeting us!"

Scatha answered solemnly, giving a serious warning,

"A new Great Invasion might be coming, you’d better alert those on the Sky Island to guard vigilantly."

The Danu Divine Race had survived brutal divine war tournaments to establish themselves in Celtic and Ireland’s divine era.

The most intense divine wars were also known as the Great Invasions, often accompanied by a massive death toll of deities and lives.

In the history of the Danu Divine Race, the divine ancestor Dagda, the river Goddess Bai Anni, War God Nite, and many deities died in successive Great Invasions.

Even the eldest of the Phantom Three Goddesses, Macha, experienced several war deaths but through secret techniques, she repeatedly reincarnated to continue leading the Phantom Three Goddesses.

However, upon hearing Scatha’s warning, Morgan was indifferent:

"So, you went to the Nordic God Era."

"You know this place?"

"Do you remember a divine race called the Warner? After we defeated them, they fled to that Nordic God Era. Based on the clues they left, I followed and took a look, accidentally clashing with the native humans there. Since I was there alone, I didn’t dare to go too deep. After teaching the natives a little lesson, I cautiously departed."

Morgan paused, saying proudly,

"However, from my observation, that divine era isn’t fully developed. In terms of strength, they may not be our opponents."

"What if they come attacking?"

"Wouldn’t that be better? This land hasn’t been soaked in blood for a long time."

Seeing the cold smile on Morgan’s face, Scatha suddenly realized.

The Sea of Chaos is like a dark forest, each divine era is like a fully-armed hunter, stealthily prowling, avoiding discovery by others, for once discovered, the disclosed divine era may risk invasion, conquest, and devouring.