A special divine power enveloped Cronus, and as he sat upon the throne, his figure gradually withered and dissipated. In the end, he was replaced by a statue that resembled him but was devoid of life, quietly seated in silence.
"Father God."
Hades gazed deeply at Cronus before finally averting his eyes. The choice made by the Titan God King ensured that his glory would endure, existing in memory no matter the time or place. This was the true splendor of the Titan God King.
"Hoo"
Withdrawing his gaze, Hades exhaled a deep breath. His expression was somber; the victory had come at a cost. Though he had triumphed, he was left pale and weary, clad only in his black robe. The outcome of the Titan War weighed heavily on him.
The process of the battle mattered little now; what was important was the result that lay before him.
In silence, Hades stepped forward, making his way into the depths of the Titan Temple. Now that victory was secured, he sought to claim the spoils of that triumph.
Hades had little interest in the Titan King's domain; his true desire lay in the treasures amassed by Cronus. This hoard captivated him the most.
As the remnants of the Titan's divine aura dissipated, the majestic symbols of the Titan God King vanished, giving way to the Underworld's influence that spread across the heavens. Gradually, the confusion faded, and a sense of calm began to restore order.
Disappeared!
The aura that had once enveloped the world faded completely, and the surviving gods sensed the profound change.
"Roar!"
"Hahaha"
"Victory!"
"Yes!"
The remaining gods erupted in thunderous cheers.
Though they were diminished and vulnerable compared to their former selves, their numbers still exceeded hundreds of thousands. This immense force posed a significant threat to the world, which would soon need to be addressed.
In the Underworld, Yellow Pring Biliangzaka observed the battlefield through the gates of their realm. The four Underworld gods wore smiles, knowing that they had secured victory. While the specifics of the battle were unclear, the outcome was what mattered most.
"The process is irrelevant!" Hemera exclaimed. "Lord Hades, it's done!"
However, she felt a strange unease. Defeating Cronus had not been as simple as it appeared; the Titan God King's power had been formidable and fearsome.
Though Hades had emerged victorious, the intricacies of the battle's toll were lost on outsiders. Hades preferred not to dwell on such thoughts, allowing them to fade into the past.
"Stay vigilant!" Hypnos cautioned earnestly. "While we have won this battle, we now face Poseidon and Zeus. They are formidable opponents, and any lapse in vigilance could lead to dire consequences."
"Indeed!" Thanatos agreed. "Zeus may be troublesome, but Poseidon presents the greater challenge. His realm is self-sufficient, unlike the heavens, which depend on Zeus. The forces under Poseidon are well-established and unassailable from within."
"Different enemies require distinct strategies," another god noted.
"Underworld! Sea Realm! Heavens!" another added. "What lies ahead is merely the beginning. There is no need to rush; this new conflict will unfold over a prolonged period."
The four Underworld gods closed the gates of their realm. They could not afford to bask in the glow of victory; there was more pressing work to attend to.
Sighing softly, Eurybia gazed into the distance before drawing her eyes back. The past was behind her, and all that mattered now was her role as a deity of the sea, serving under Poseidon.
"Eurybia!"
"Are you feeling better?"
Nereus approached gently, concern evident in his eyes.
Eurybia smiled. "Nereus, thank you for your kindness. I have nothing left to do; the past is behind me, and I must focus on a new future."
The end of the Titan War was not an end in itself; rather, it marked the true beginning of new challenges.
"Yes!" Nereus responded earnestly. "The three god kings—Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus—will not let this be the end. Instead, what follows will be the real commencement of a vast, enduring, and perhaps never-ending battle among the gods."
The three sea gods—Taomasi, Fuerkusi, and Keto—joined them, quietly contemplating what lay ahead. No god was foolish; the passage of countless years had nurtured their maturity and insight.
"Prometheus!"
"Metis!"
The two gods exchanged knowing glances, smiles illuminating their faces.
The Titan War had concluded!
Although the final outcome had surpassed their expectations, the victory brought satisfaction.
"Hehehe" Prometheus grinned, exuding confidence. "The reign of the supreme Titan God King has ended, and what lies ahead is the conflict between Hades and Poseidon. But so what?"
Pride shone in his eyes. For the God of Wisdom, confidence ran deep. He had meticulously planned for what was to come.
Moreover, a dangerous glint sparkled in his gaze. Prometheus understood that if Zeus proved unworthy as a god-king, he would not hesitate to advocate for a change. The true embodiment of wisdom lay not in Zeus, but in Metis, the goddess who represented it.