And they, too, were imprisoned in the deepest layers of Tartarus by human dreams, their Divinity constantly eroding away.
"A bunch of ants daring to confront divine might?!"
Even with the Flames of Hestia, they were nothing but unburned embers!
Kronos was furiously enraged, the dark red crest on his Crown, representing the Authority of Hyperion and Theia, the Titan Main Gods, flickering rapidly, ready to devour and reclaim these newly emerged glimmers of light.
However, no matter how he harnessed the Authorities of the two great Titan Main Gods, the points of light in the sky were not only undiminished but grew more and more, gradually steering the order and rules of the small world back on course.
The will of the Titans might command the Sun, reverse the Moon, and cloak the Stars, but it could not extinguish the light of human hearts.
"You think with these, you can defeat the King, with this false small world?"
