Chapter 135: Metatron
“Oh? What gave me away?” the pentapus replied, its entire demeanour shifting.
Not a trace of mana leaked out, but Percy couldn’t help but feel a chill roll down his spine. It was as if a giant beast was staring at him, contemplating whether to squish him like an ant with a brush of its finger. While he’d long had a hunch about Ronnie’s identity, getting it confirmed by the titan himself shook him to his core.
Still, he tried his best to maintain his outward calm, not willing to show the ancient god any weakness he could pounce on. After all, he wasn’t here with his main body. Metatron clearly didn’t have all the power here, and they both knew it. Percy guessed the god could probably destroy his clone’s soul if he wanted, but he seriously doubted he could do anything to his real body back on Remior. If he could, he would have done it already.
“Besides the name, you mean?” Percy asked. “There were a bunch of clues. For one, I was surprised you invited me to the Vault but didn’t bother keeping an eye on me once I arrived. Unless you did. I admit you did a great job blending in with those mortals, but it wasn’t perfect. I’ve recently met a pretty powerful Blue core who failed to contain his aura half as well as you.”
“Huh, I suppose it’s been a while since I last spent some time among mortals.” Metatron chuckled, narrowing his eyes playfully. “It appears their control is even shoddier than I remembered.”
Following that, Percy watched the fake Blue star dissipate into nothing inside the titan’s body. There wasn’t anything else visible in his frame either, making Percy wonder if gods even had cores like mortals and he just couldn’t perceive them, or whether they no longer needed them. But Percy pressed down his curiosity, continuing.
“The mortals were my next clue. I’ve seen plenty of different races walk around the Vault, and they all had one thing in common… There were multiple of each species.”
Unlike all the other mortals, Metatron was unique in that he was the only pentapus Percy had encountered since coming here. That had struck him as quite odd.
“Clever. Indeed, by the time the Vault expanded enough to sustain the lives of mortals, my home world had already been destroyed, my species having gone extinct eons ago. I’m the last one.” Metatron spoke in a sombre tone.