The divine power radiated from Bell, almost as if it sought to consume everything around it. His rapid ascent to the status of a main god was undeniable evidence of his remarkable talent. Unlike his peers, such as Apollo and Ares, Bell's prowess set him apart. He could easily overpower them, his body enveloped in scorching flames—the precious gift bestowed by Gaia.
Every generation of god kings is marked by their unique traits, akin to Hades' magic or Poseidon's Atlantis. Bell's essence was a star-like sun, rising steadily, embodying the eternal sun—his true fetish.
As divine energy surged within him, Bell absorbed it all, exhaling a deep breath.
"Hoo" He addressed Gaia with sincerity, "Great-grandmother, thank you very much!"
Gaia smiled, brushing aside his gratitude; these gifts were simple gestures for her. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, and Bell's demeanor shifted. "Mother God! Mother God!"
He rushed toward the temple, and Gaia watched him with approval, thinking, "Bell is such a good boy, much like Cronus."
Inside the temple, Metis, despite her pale appearance, reassured him, "Bell! I am fine, but your younger sister is about to be born."
Relieved yet anxious, Bell understood the toll this birth was taking on Metis. With the birth of his sister, they were on the verge of introducing a new divine entity—a Lord of the Earth, the second such being after Gaia herself. Given Metis's weakened state, this birth would not be easy.
Gaia approached Bell. "Don't worry, I'll assist Metis in this process."
"Thank you, great-grandmother!" Bell replied gratefully.
As Gaia prepared, her inner thoughts hinted at deeper ambitions regarding the authority of the Earth. To transcend the constraints of fate was her goal, a step she had long desired.
Suddenly, the cries of a newborn filled the air. A girl with flowing purple hair, radiating extraordinary divine power, had arrived—Athena, embodying war, victory, wisdom, and the earth.
"Athena!" Bell exclaimed, gently cradling her. "Younger sister!"
Athena looked up, her voice soft, "Great-grandmother, mother god, brother."
The trio shared a moment of warmth and contentment, and with Athena's arrival, it felt as though the gears of fate were beginning to turn anew.
Meanwhile, in Olympus, Zeus observed humanity's rapid growth under Prometheus's guidance. The carefree humans of the golden age had flourished remarkably in just ten millennia, giving rise to a new generation of gods—though mostly weak ones, they posed a potential threat in Zeus's eyes.
Squinting, he muttered, "Prometheus! Are you choosing to align with these lowly humans against me?"
Dismissively, he thought their rebellion was insignificant, but he recognized their burgeoning potential. "What could they achieve in the future?" These thoughts led him to consider the danger they presented.
"Your Majesty," Hera said, entering with Eris.
Zeus regarded Eris with a mix of desire and caution, aware he needed Hera's support.
Hera continued, "The growth of humanity has surpassed expectations. If left unchecked, they could become a serious threat."
"I agree," Zeus replied, composed. "I plan to eradicate them, but the true danger lies with Prometheus. We must find a way to neutralize him; otherwise, history will simply repeat itself."
Zeus's gaze turned sharp as he contemplated Prometheus's fate. Exiling him had been necessary, but killing him would sever his ties to loyalty among the gods—a risk he couldn't afford to take. The implications weighed heavily on him; if he eliminated Prometheus, would he not also be jeopardizing his own reign?