As the sound of their footsteps echoed among the stone walls, a strange light flickered from ahead, brighter and hotter. It was a light they had never seen before, unique and mysterious, as if from another world.

Suddenly, they find themselves in a completely unfamiliar place. They were teleported to a completely different realm, one that was completely different from the world they knew. The smells, colors, sounds, and feel of the place are different from the world they are familiar with. They don't even know if the place can still be called "the world".

Mu Yu was instantly overwhelmed by deep loneliness and confusion. He looked around, but he couldn't see the familiar, only the unfamiliar environment and the unknown. His heart was filled with worry, and he wasn't even sure if he would ever find his way home.

To make matters worse, he discovers that he and Mitheus Ariel have dispersed. They were scattered in two different places by this bizarre portal.

Mu Yu stood in front of the ruins, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. The ruins, once a magnificent stone monument, are now a ruined wreckage. However, even in the face of this broken stone monument, Mu Yu can still feel the vicissitudes and years it has experienced.

He reached out and gently touched the surface of the stele. At this moment, the world around him suddenly trembled. The dilapidated stele comes to life in an instant, transforming into a magnificent ancient Babylonian Hanging Garden.

The garden is like a vertical oasis with green leaves and flowers blooming in cascading greenery. The breeze blows, with a hint of elegant floral fragrance. However, this is not a calm world. In the sky, powerful energies are surging violently.

At this time, a beautiful goddess appeared in front of Mu Yu. She wore a long silver dress and a garland on her head, and she was as beautiful as a fairy in the garden. Her name is Inanna, and she is the patron saint of the Hanging Gardens of ancient Babylon.

The goddess Inanna stared at the sky, her face full of worry. A group of ferocious natural disasters are rapidly approaching, which is a threat to the entire world. She must do her best to withstand this unforeseen disaster.

Mu Yu felt a strong vibration, which sounded from the depths of his heart. He knew he had been called to this critical moment.

On the last day of ancient Babylon, a natural disaster struck as scheduled. Dark clouds overheaded, lightning and thunder roared, and the originally calm desert instantly became raging with strong winds, and sand and gravel flew up, forming a chaotic world. People screamed, cried, and felt helpless and hopeless like never before in the face of an irresistible natural disaster.

Their goddess, Inanna, who was once regarded as an all-powerful god, was now at the center of the storm. She straightened up, her eyes full of determination and determination in the face of the rolling natural disaster. However, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she prayed, the miracle did not appear. Ancient Babylon was ruthlessly destroyed by natural disasters, and her power seemed so insignificant in the face of this catastrophe.

People began to doubt, began to waver. Their faith became shattered in an instant, and they began to hate their goddess, why couldn't she save them? Why can't she withstand this catastrophe? Their hearts were filled with anger and despair, they watched their cities be destroyed, they watched their faith shattered.

What was originally faith turned into the most vicious curse in an instant. They cursed the incompetence of the goddess, and they cursed the god who had given them hope. Their hearts have become cold, and their world has become gray. They hated Inanna, and even more so their own powerlessness and helplessness.

However, in this unforgettable moment, they didn't realize that their curse was actually a curse on themselves. Their anger and disappointment are also anger and disappointment with themselves. The disillusionment of their faith is also the disillusionment of their own beliefs. Because, their belief has always been based on the assumption that their goddess can save them. Now, when that assumption is broken, their beliefs cease to exist.

It's a painful twist, it's an unacceptable reality. However, life always has to go on. Even if their faith is shattered, even if their city is destroyed, they still need to live, they still need to face the future.

At this moment, they need to rediscover their faith and rediscover the meaning of life. Only in this way can they come out of despair and from the pain of losing everything. They need to understand that life is never smooth sailing, and they need to persevere no matter what difficulties and setbacks they encounter.

It's not terrible to lose faith, it's terrible to give up hope because of it. Even if their goddess cannot save them, even if their faith is shattered, they cannot lose hope. Because only hope can give them strength and find a way out of difficulties.

The sea of blood churning over the earth was a curse on the people, a manifestation of their pain and anger in reality. The once vivid land was enveloped in a thick smell of blood, and the ripples on the surface of the sea turned into crimson rapids, and the waves were angrily lapping against the shore, as if to speak for the cursed.

Inanna, the goddess who was once fervently worshipped by her people, is now losing her power in their endless curse. Her body was like a melting snowman, first dissolving into the thick sea of blood, and then slowly disappearing beneath the scarlet water. Her strength, her existence, was weakened by this curse, and all that was left was her jet-black hair, floating helplessly in the sea of blood.

Just as Inanna was gradually consumed by the darkness, another black-haired goddess stood up in the sea of blood. Her presence, like a touch of moonlight in the night, brought a touch of tranquility to this cursed land. Her black hair was fluttering, her face was solemn and mysterious, and her eyes gleamed with determination. In the midst of the people's pain and anger, she seemed to be the only consolation, their last hope.

With a slight wave of the black-haired goddess's palm, the waves in the sea of blood gradually subsided. Her lips moved slightly, like a soothing incantation, dissipating the evil of the curse little by little. Her voice was like dew in the morning light falling on the blades of grass, faint but full of power. She is like a goddess forged by the suffering of the people, like a sturdy bronze sword, unbent by any evil force.

The black-haired goddess stands tall in a sea of blood, her presence like a poem, singing of the pain and hope of the people. Her appearance brought new strength to Inanna and new hope to this cursed land. Her black hair fluttered, her posture was vigorous, and her eyes flashed with determination, like a new rising sun, illuminating the road ahead.

A warm light gathered from the hands of the black-haired goddess, like the rising sun illuminating the sea of blood. The light was filled with healing power, it soothed the wounds of the people, and resisted the erosion of the curse.