Seeing the giants branded with the crest of the Old Gods, Kronos, the Divine King, nodded in satisfaction, his gaze flickering slightly.
Everything has a price, gods and demons alike are nourished by blood.
And sacrifice is necessary to achieve greatness.
It has always been so, it is so now, and it will be so in the future...
Silent murmurs flowed through his mind as Kronos bowed his head to look at the giants holding Golden Daggers, his gaze gliding over one whose blade was stained with gold-red blood, and he spoke leisurely.
"I sense the presence of my dear daughter—Hera on this," he said, "Have you clashed with her?"
The moment The Atlas Titan, Atlas, heard this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Although with the Divine Tool of Deicide bestowed by His Majesty the King of Gods, they had successfully inflicted severe damage on the Queen of the Heavens, Prometheus, who was in charge of the pursuit, had let that woman escape.
