Atop Mount Othrys, within the palace of the Divine King.
The gods were seated in a circle, the atmosphere tinged with oppression. The just-born infant lay on the long table at the center, with relatives from both sides present, save for the Goddess of Meteor and her sister.
From the seat of honor, Cronus cast a glance over the deities assembled before him and could not help but curse his own luck internally.
His throne's power would have surged within a hundred years, at most two or three hundred, after Crius had secured his reign over the majority of the celestial space and the God of Stars had sorted out the energy tides brought about by the divine wars. But the problem had to arise precisely now, between the God of Meteorology and his greatest supporter.
Coeus had no interest in the strife for the stars, true to his godhood as a deity of lightless celestial bodies. He sought no brilliance, but Phoebe, his wife, thought otherwise.
