Hades.
Poseidon.
Zeus.
The three gods discussed various matters, with Zeus taking the lead while Hades and Poseidon listened quietly, showing little concern. Generally speaking, the battle situation had reached a stalemate.
The Lord Titan had somehow summoned a group of powerful demons, now unleashed upon Hades, forcing him to confront them without further options.
After their discussion, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus departed separately. The Titan Wars were chaotic, and with Hades' return, there was no time for idleness he had to participate in the fray.
Watching the three gods leave, Hestia and Demeter exchanged thoughtful glances, enveloped in silence.
"Demeter..."
"Hestia..."
They spoke in unison, smiled, and Hestia began, "Demeter, how do you feel?"
Demeter replied softly, "You know my nature, Hestia. I'm not one for ambition. I tend to follow the crowd, joining you and Hera in your support. Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus are all exceptional god-kings, but who will truly prevail?"
"I have no idea!"
"Yes!"
Hestia sighed, "The victor may be the one we least expect, while the defeated may rise again. The true outcome is unknown. What we covet may seem insignificant to others, making it difficult to distinguish between winners and losers."
"But!"
"We can only watch quietly."
"Um!"
Demeter nodded. Unlike Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, and Hera, Hestia and Demeter held a different view. They were less invested, more content to go with the flow.
With Hades' return, morale surged on Olympus. After all, he had vanquished Hyperion, and his survival after such a feat greatly boosted spirits.
Hades approached the demons with a sense of strangeness. In this mythical world, demons were not meant to exist unless summoned or created deliberately.
On the battlefield, the arrival of Underworld fighters shifted the tide dramatically. These terrifying, fearless warriors troubled the forces of the gods.
Were they strong? Yes! But their most repugnant trait was their immortality. Even after being slain, they resurrected in the blink of an eye, which was maddeningly frustrating.
"Hee hee hee"
"Is this all you have?"
Charon calmly cleaned the battlefield. Engaging in such battles felt like adults bullying defenseless children. The disparity was astounding.
"Um?!"
"The magic star is calling?!"
Charon sensed something and stopped his play. He dispatched the fighter before him and moved toward the source of the sound. This was no trivial matter.
Underworld fighters were born from the magic star's call, indicating the emergence of an exceptional warrior, not mere cannon fodder.
Charon quickly dealt with all obstacles in his path and arrived at a deep pit. Once, a small village had thrived here, but now countless souls lay lost due to the ongoing conflict. Hades had sealed the Underworld, so the deceased would naturally seek the Underworld unless guided otherwise.
The ruler of the four realms: heaven, earth, sea, and Underworld, was still Cronus, the supreme Titan God King. Thus, souls did not enter the Underworld unless directed by Hades, who was currently preoccupied with the war.
"Um!"
Charon observed a small ghost weeping softly at the pit's edge, eyes filled with rage. Despite fear, the desire for revenge burned brightly within.
"Hee hee hee"
Charon admired the sight. "What a delightful expression!"
With that strange smile, the magic star emerged, merging with the little ghost before him.
As for the previous ghost fighter? No longer necessary.
The dark purple magic star transformed the child, who soon vanished, replaced by a figure clad in dark robes, wearing a helmet that concealed lifeless eyes.
Leaping up, the new warrior stood beside Charon and whispered, "Dizo Star Triceratops: Nicholas!"
Born with a small universe at the apex of the seventh sense, this identity was clear, a perfect Underworld warrior.
Charon waved dismissively. "Now that you're here, join this war and let the gods witness the might of the Underworld."