When Bolos inscribed the divine words "Let there be light" onto the Creation Tablet, his mind was fully immersed in the chaotic world evolving from his faith-based Divine Power.
It was as if a primordial world of Chaos had appeared before Hestia's eyes through those sacred words, allowing her to sense it clearly.
She saw Bolos standing upon the face of the abyss within that Chaos, just as he had previously written: "The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep. My spirit moved upon the waters."
Then, she saw Bolos wave his hand casually—and boundless light emerged.
Along with the light came darkness, naturally.
"Light for day, and darkness for night."
Bolos inscribed these words onto the Creation Tablet.
As Hestia watched the inscription, she also perceived the flow of time within that world begin to take shape.
Though it seemed like a simple wave of the hand, in reality, a whole day had passed.
"Let there be air between the waters, separating the waters above from the waters below."
"The air is the sky."
Thus, the sky appeared in that world. Another day passed in the real world.
"Let the waters under the sky gather to one place, and let dry land appear."
"The air is the sky, the dry is the earth, and the gathered waters are the seas."
As Bolos continued engraving the Creation Tablet line by line, Hestia saw that the world gradually take shape—transforming from a formless Chaos into something nearing completeness.
But it was still not enough. On that same day, Bolos inscribed another line:
"Let the earth produce grass, seed-bearing plants, and fruit trees of every kind, each bearing fruit with seed in it, according to its kind."
And thus, the third day passed.
"Let there be lights in the sky to divide day from night, to serve as signs to mark sacred times, days, and years."
When Bolos wrote this, the sun, moon, and stars appeared in that world. It was the fourth day.
Over the next two days, Bolos continued engraving, creating all kinds of living creatures.
On the seventh day, Bolos stopped inscribing. That world, aside from lacking humans, could be said to be complete.
Coincidentally, it was also the day of worship and prayer for the Silver Humans. Since Hestia had not appeared for six days, their prayers became more devout, and the power of their faith grew more pure.
Bolos put away the clay tablet, only to find Hestia before him in tears—yet her face was full of joy, a contradiction so vivid it was almost surreal.
"Hestia, why do you weep? And why do you rejoice?" he asked.
Wiping the tears from her face, though her eyes still brimmed, Hestia replied with mixed sorrow and delight: "I rejoice because I have seen another divine path. I weep for the fate of Olympus."
Having witnessed Bolos's Seven-Day Creation firsthand, she understood that this was a path rooted in faith, yet boundlessly expansive.
Bolos's Destiny might not simply be to overthrow Zeus as The King of the Gods, but to pioneer an entirely new divine path.
She did not know where this path would ultimately lead, or whether its destination would surpass that of the Primordial Ruler.
But what she did know was that when two such great Destinies converge upon a single Divine Being, he is bound to rise—just as Zeus once had.
Indeed, Polo was destined to surpass Zeus.
Bolos heard her words and sighed softly. He and Zeus were fated not to coexist. Sooner or later, a war like the Titanomachy would erupt.
"So," he asked, "what will you choose?"
Hestia was destined to be swept into this war. Looking at her, Bolos said calmly, "If you are willing, I can pass this Path of Faith on to you."
The elder sister of The King of the Gods lowered her head, falling into silence as though deep in thought.
After a long moment, she finally raised her head and revealed a radiant smile. "Bolos, my dear Creator… You always intended to guide me onto your path, didn't you?"
She was clever. Though Polo's divine path had only just emerged, she already understood that once she followed it, she would naturally become his subordinate deity.
Of course, to her, this was actually a good thing. She could follow in Bolos's footsteps and walk two different divine paths simultaneously, exploring the mysteries of the cosmos.
Bolos did not object. He nodded and said, "Among all the Divine Beings I've encountered, you are the most suitable to walk this path with me. Even when I sent you to walk among mortals, that was my intention."
Whether in Kingdom or Foundation, Hestia was well-suited to represent the core of this divine foundation.
However, Bolos decided he would hold the position of Kingdom for now, and leave Foundation to Hestia.
"My heart is in turmoil right now. May I think it over carefully?" she asked.
Though she longed for Bolos's Path of Faith, she was reluctant to become an enemy to her own brothers.
At this moment, she was torn and uncertain of what choice to make.
"You have done me a great service. That green leaf shall remain with you for now," Bolos said gently.
"When you have made your decision, you may swallow the leaf and say this prayer. From then on, our pact shall be sealed."
Bolos handed her a prayer, different from the contract once made with The Goddess of Wisdom Metis—not nearly as binding.
After all, Hestia did not need the Tree of Life to survive. There was no need to rush her into its embrace.
Bolos could wait for her, and once she comprehended the nature of Foundation, he would bring her fully into it.
"I understand."
From the moment she first received the green leaf, Hestia had sensed it was no ordinary object. She had not expected it to work this way.
She decided to leave, to find a quiet place to reflect and decide the course of her future.
But just then, a great golden light erupted from the nearby sea, dyeing the sky in radiant gold.
A mighty Divine Power and law flooded the heavens and earth. Both Hestia and Bolos immediately sensed it.
"A born Supreme God is about to emerge?" Hestia gasped.
In this era, with Zeus reigning as the third-generation King of the Gods, how could such a powerful Innate Deity be born?
The last born Supreme God was her father, Cronus.
Cronus, the youngest son of Uranus, the first King of the Gods, and Mother Earth Gaia, was naturally born a Supreme God.
But who was this soon-to-be-born Divine Being?
Hestia's curiosity grew, and she prepared to go see.
Beside her, Bolos fell into contemplation and followed as well.
Seeing this, Hestia quickly tried to stop him. "Zeus has sent the gods searching for you. He wants to seize your Creation Tablet. Until you're strong enough, it's best not to leave this place."
She had been the "Saintess" among mortals for decades and naturally knew that many Divine Beings, in pursuit of one of the twelve promised Supreme God positions granted by Zeus, were desperately seeking Bolos's whereabouts.
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