Chapter 303 - 261: Just as Stars Tower Above the Ordinary People
Now that the façade had been torn away, Wine God Sibos realized he no longer had any chance of continuing the conversation with her; he must muster his full strength to wrest his offspring back from the hands of that mortal.
From his bosom, Sibos retrieved a dazzling Secret Silver Wine Cup, a Divine Artifact tailored for Him by the god of mountains and craftsmanship, Hiris, called Desire’s Cup.
Priests worshiped the Wine God with utmost respect, their Divine Statues often depicted holding Desire’s Cup. It was said that even the filthiest, dirtiest water, once in this cup, would turn into a rich and fragrant fine wine, even if it was molten iron that was poured within—the result would be the same.
Bound by their limited vision, mortals could only see the tip of the iceberg; naturally, Desire’s Cup was far more complex than humans could fathom.
Liquors condensed out of the thick fog—crystal-clear spirits, pale yellow white wine, rich red wine, turbid ale... All kinds of exquisite wines from this world obeyed Sibos’s command, falling into Desire’s Cup, blending, mixing, gathering and solidifying. In an instant, the fragrance of alcohol filled the air. If a single drop from this cup were to fall onto the city-states of the Mortal World, it would be enough to intoxicate the entire city-state for three days; should a drop fall into the ocean, all the fish in that sea area would float to the surface.
Now, Wine God Sibos intended to use all the liquor within the cup to deal with that distant woman.
He raised His hand, splashing the liquor from the cup into the wine mist, plunging the entire forest into a profound drunken stupor.
Trees that were originally large swaths of deadwood, nourished by the Desire’s fog, began to sprout anew, in an instant growing lush and leafy, the Desire’s fog awakening their desire to grow.
As for the trees that still had branches and leaves, initially, they grew wildly under the moistening of the Desire’s fog, their branches and leaves becoming so dense they nearly obscured the sun. But within a few short moments, they died from excessive growth.
Solamus stood enveloped in the wine mist.
She smelled the rich fragrance of the wine and murmured to herself,