Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 516: Clue To Find Echidna

Morning light filtered softly through the high windows of Olympus, bathing the chamber in gold.

Athena stood near the balcony, armor set aside, her expression unusually gentle. Angelica sat nearby, hands folded, her gaze calm and sincere.

Both looked at Sharky with quiet devotion.

Athena spoke first, her voice steady but resolute.

"If you seek Echidna," she said, "I will help you, Sharky."

Angelica nodded immediately, stepping closer. "And so will I."

Sharky acknowledged them with a single nod. "I appreciate it."

But inside, his thoughts were far from settled. He knew the truth now. Echidna had Astrid. The Serpent of Ruin obeyed only her.

Yet knowing who held his daughter did not answer the most important question. How do you find a being who exists across shifting timelines?

Echidna did not dwell in one realm. She slipped between moments, hid in forgotten branches of time, erased her own trail.

Even Olympus struggled to track her.

Sharky looked out over the clouds beyond the balcony, his green eyes focused, calculating.

"I will find her," he said quietly. "No matter how many layers of time I must tear through."

Athena studied him closely with respect.

---

A distant, forgotten pocket dimension existed beyond the reach of gods, beyond normal space, and beyond the influence of time itself.

It was a place only the Serpent of Ruin could enter.

A realm where light could not fully reach, built of twilight and silence, created long ago and then abandoned, left drifting outside all known paths.

Inside a small circular chamber, a glowing confinement circle flickered weakly.

Astrid was there, her small frame bore the marks of hardship, yet wild divine fire still burned in her eyes.

Enchanted binds wrapped around her arms and legs, pulsing faintly as they suppressed her power.

One hand glowed with weakened fire, the other trembled with unstable ice. Bruises marked her tiny face, and her breathing was shallow.

But she was alive. And her spirit was unbroken. Her voice trembled as she whispered into the empty air, "Daddy... Please find me..."

The chamber shuddered faintly, as if something far away had heard her.

Someone else stood within the shadows.

A tall cloaked figure watched silently, holding a staff shaped like a coiled serpent. Its presence was calm, deliberate, and deeply unsettling.

The one who accepted Astrid from the Serpent of Ruin and kept her concealed even from the eyes of gods. A quiet voice echoed through the chamber.

"Your father will come..." The figure lifted the serpent staff slightly. "But he will arrive too late."

The cloaked figure raised the serpent-shaped staff, its emerald eyes glowing as a soft hiss filled the air. The hood slowly shifted back, revealing a face that was both beautiful and monstrous.

It was Echidna. Mother of Monsters. Dark ally of Ares. The one who forged the Serpent of Ruin.

Her skin shimmered like onyx scales under the dim light. Her pupils were vertical slits, predatory and cruel. A slow smile curved her lips as she looked at the child before her.

She whispered softly, almost lovingly, "Your father shattered Phobos... and now Olympus burns."

Astrid struggled against her bindings, weak fire and ice flickering around her hands.

"Let... me go..."

Echidna crouched in front of her, long fingers brushing Astrid’s cheek with mock tenderness.

"So much power in such a tiny vessel," she murmured. "Half-goddess... half-Valor... You could reshape the cosmos, if guided by the right hand."

"Phobos was a fool. He tried to corrupt you. I do not need to."

She lifted the staff. The staff struck the floor once. And the realm darkened again. Space twisted violently. Time fractured like shattered glass.

The staff pulsed once. And Echidna again hurled Astrid into the past following her.

---

Elsewhere in Olympus, Aphrodite grew restless.

Far away in her palace of rose-gold marble, she lay upon silken sheets, unable to push a single thought from her mind, Sharky.

His presence, his confidence, his calm strength, the way he carried himself, and the way he made her feel blended into a single, irresistible pull she could not escape.

Her lips curved into a slow, hungry smile. She could not endure the waiting any longer.

With a snap of her fingers, pink petals shimmered through the chamber like drifting sparks.

A figure appeared and bowed gracefully. It was Peitho, Goddess of Persuasion.

"Peitho," Aphrodite said softly, her voice heavy with desire, "bring him to me."

Peitho smiled knowingly. "As you wish, my lady."

---

Peitho found Sharky standing with Hela on a balcony overlooking Olympus, the golden city stretching endlessly beneath them.

She bowed with elegant precision.

"Lord Sharky," she said smoothly, "Lady Aphrodite requests your presence."

Hela gently touched Sharky’s hand.

She understood the situation well. Until Echidna was found, they had reached a dead end. And she also understood why Aphrodite desired him.

She did not stop him. Though the faint shift of her hair to green told another story entirely.

Sharky followed Peitho through the shining corridors of Olympus, toward Aphrodite’s palace.

---

Aphrodite met him at the doorway, perfumed, radiant, already breathless.

She leaned close and whispered, "Sharky... I missed you."

Before he could reply, she pulled him into a kiss.

The goddess of beauty pressed against him, her presence overwhelming, her garments slipping from her shoulders like falling petals.

Peitho, who had brought him there, watched from behind, her face flushing as she realized Aphrodite had no intention of letting her leave.

Aphrodite’s voice followed, low and commanding, "Peitho. You brought him. You should stay."

Peitho hesitated for only a heartbeat, then bowed her head and obeyed.

And that night... Sharky shared his fire with both Aphrodite and Peitho, their palace shaking with passion that echoed across Olympus.

---

Deimos returned to Ares’s hall, fury etched across his face.

"Father," he snarled, "I almost had her, Hela. She was about to reveal something, but Hera stopped me."

Ares’s eyes burned hotter at the news, darkening like a gathering storm.

"Hera protects her now?" he growled. "Hera protecting Asgardians... this is mockery."

His grip tightened around his spear. "Phobos is dead, and they walk these halls as if nothing happened."

Ares slammed the spear into the floor. "We will take revenge, but not blindly."

He paced the chamber, flames rising with each step. "If Asgard killed my son, I will make them bleed."

Deimos asked tightly, "What shall we do?"

Ares leaned closer, his voice low and wrathful. "We observe. We learn his weaknesses. And when the time is right, we strike."

Father and son stood together in the war chamber, anger and vengeance coiling between them.

Although they both were warned by Zeus and Hera to not touch Sharky and Hela, they aren’t able to suppress their grief and anger.

---

Eileithyia watched Sharky from afar for hours, as ordered by her mother.

Protecting him. Observing him. Studying him.

What Hera intended as a duty ...slowly became a desire.

Sharky’s calm strength. His kindness toward Hela. His resolve to find Astrid. His patience with the Olympians.

Eileithyia felt something break inside her, a warmth she had not felt in centuries.

And one night, guarding him outside his chamber,

she approached quietly.

Eileithyia soft, trembling, "...Lord Sharky... may I speak with you... alone?"

He nodded.

Inside the quiet marble hall, she confessed everything, her admiration, her sympathy, her attraction.

Sharky understood her sincerity. He comforted her. Held her. And she surrendered herself to him with genuine devotion.

Eileithyia became his sixth Olympian lover

following Aphrodite, Peitho, Demeter, Angelica and Athena.

---

Sharky gathered his lovers inside a secluded hall, sealed from divine surveillance. Golden light dimmed as the doors closed, leaving only a quiet, tense stillness.

Aphrodite, Demeter, Athena, Angelica, Eileithyia, and Hela stood or sat around him.

Sharky spoke to them, "Echidna is our only clue. We must find where she hides."

Silence followed. Each goddess understood the weight of that name.

Finally, Athena stepped forward, arms crossed, silver eyes sharp.

"Echidna does not stay in one place," she said calmly. "She moves through forgotten timelines and abandoned realms. She favors places that were once created... then discarded. We should search for realms that no longer exist on official divine records."

Angelica nodded slowly, her voice quieter, filled with bitterness.

"She feeds on chaos and aftermath. Wherever wars erased civilizations, wherever gods abandoned their creations, those places attract her. Look where life once thrived and then vanished."

Hela spoke next, her tone cold and resolute.

"Echidna does not fear gods," she said. "She fears inevitability. Death, endings, finality. She avoids realms tied to absolute conclusions. That means Astrid was sent somewhere unfinished...’

Eileithyia, gentle but pale, finally spoke, hands clasped at her chest.

"Children displaced in time leave echoes," she said softly. "Birth, growth, destiny, these things resist erasure. If Astrid lives in another era, there will be disturbances around births, bloodlines, and fate itself. I can sense those ripples... faintly."

All eyes turned to Demeter, who had been quiet until now. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke with surprising clarity.

"There may be one who knows where Echidna is hidden... Hades."

Everyone looked at her.

"Cerberus guards the Underworld," Demeter continued. "Cerberus is Echidna’s child. If anyone understands Echidna’s paths between worlds... it is Hades and Cereberus."

Sharky nodded slowly. It made sense.

---

Meanwhile, in the Realm of War, Ares after so much waiting, his patience has started to break.

He slammed his fist down onto his throne, the impact sending cracks through the war-forged stone.

"I will not wait," he growled. "Phobos died because he kidnapped someone from Asgard." His eyes blazed with fury. "So we shall do the same."

Deimos stepped forward, tense, "Kidnap one of Asgardian’s children?"

Ares shook his head. "No, not some simple Asgardian. Kidnap the boy, Sigurd. Just as Astrid was taken."

Deimos hesitated. "Father... is that wise?"

Ares’ voice was cold and absolute. "I want to see who comes for him. I want to see who killed your brother. Let them reveal themselves."

The order was final. Deimos bowed, and vanished.

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