Three Thousand Years!
For the gods, this span of time was but a fleeting moment, yet it marked a significant threshold that many deities sensed was approaching. Each of them seemed to possess an innate understanding of the impending changes, waiting for the tides to turn.
Zeus slowly opened his eyes, his gaze radiating a fierce, tyrannical power. The fusion of Thunder and the might of the main star amplified his divine strength, propelling him further along the path to becoming the King of the Gods. It felt as though he had traversed a boundary between heaven and earth, filled with an air of indifference and arrogance.
"The power of the main star!" he snorted, a self-satisfied smile creeping across his face. "Such power is easy to master. It seems the time has come for something significant to unfold. I shall witness it all!" His confidence brimmed, reflecting his belief that he could easily confront Hades. However, he was acutely aware that his true adversaries were Bell and Athena, his heirs—an imminent threat he must neutralize.
With a calm demeanor, Zeus remained indifferent, keenly observing for any signs of vulnerability in his two heirs. Just a fleeting moment of weakness would suffice; he was prepared to capitalize on it.
"Bell! Athena!" Zeus mused, his expression cool and detached. "Show me, are you truly prepared to challenge my rule? If you cannot summon your true potential, you shall not unseat me. Let's see what you're made of."
The ocean churned beneath the waves, revealing the legendary city of Atlantis—an opulent domain ruled by Poseidon, the Sea God. As Poseidon opened his eyes, he murmured, "One hundred thousand years have passed! Typhon is on the brink of birth. In these long years, everything has become increasingly intriguing. Zeus, it's time for you to face the drama unfolding before you."
Hades and Poseidon appeared as spectators, observing the events with a sense of detachment. They recognized that the unfolding chaos had little bearing on their own destinies. Poseidon, inheritor of the Evil God's power, felt an absolute confidence in his ability to manage whatever awaited them, remaining unconcerned about the future.
"Let's see how this unfolds; I'm quite curious," Poseidon said, closing his eyes once more, eagerly anticipating the drama ahead.
"Father God!" Bell contemplated the weight of impending changes, his demeanor calm and collected.
"Master Bell!" The apparition of Prometheus emerged, speaking earnestly. "Prepare yourself! The battle of the gods is imminent—a golden opportunity for you. Seize this moment to challenge Zeus's rule!"
Although Prometheus remained imprisoned, he continued to guide Bell through unconventional means, ensuring that Bell would not stray from his path. Prometheus held a steadfast commitment to nurturing Bell's growth, having once chosen to serve Zeus but now fully endorsing Bell.
"Master Goddess!" Mu knelt respectfully, adorned in golden Aries saint armor. He had become the first Gold Saint, rising to prominence under Athena's guidance.
Athena sat regally on her throne, her demeanor calm. "How are preparations progressing, Mu?"
"Saint fighters are being selected, and numerous candidates have emerged in the trials. I anticipate it won't be long before they're trained as qualified warriors. However, Lady Goddess..."
Athena raised a hand, silencing him. "Some discussions are not meant to be entertained. Be mindful; there are costs associated with such talk. Remember this and refrain from further discussion."
"Yes!" Mu bowed deeply, acknowledging her warning. Athena turned her gaze toward the horizon, aware that a profound transformation loomed ahead. In a world poised for upheaval, she understood the paramount importance of power.