"Prometheus!"
"Lord Metis!"
Prometheus turned his head to look at the woman approaching him. He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Master Metis, have you felt it? The birth of the Titan God King. What will follow will be the battle of the god kings."
"Indeed!"
Prometheus shook his head silently and added softly, "Lord Metis, it's precisely because of this that I find it so troubling. The outcome is the most worrisome part!"
"Hehehe"
Listening to Prometheus, Metis replied with a gentle smile, "Prometheus, as a god of wisdom and a prophet, it's the first time I've seen you express such concerns."
"Indeed!" Prometheus nodded. "But the truth is, it feels overwhelmingly hopeless. I have planned everything, prepared for every possibility, yet the final outcome is beyond my control. It feels like despair—a feeling that anyone would find unbearable."
Prometheus felt truly helpless. He struggled to articulate his feelings, but no matter how he described it, it felt meaningless, as the facts lay starkly before him.
"Prometheus."
"Do not give up."
"Everything is just in front of your eyes."
Metis's expression remained calm as she said quietly, "If that's the case, then let's see what the final outcome will be. With every god king's emergence, whether by the world's design or any other plan, everything is already laid out before us. It's pointless to give up."
"If that's how it is, then let's proceed step by step to discover the final result."
"Good!"
Upon hearing Metis's words, a smile appeared on Prometheus's lips. Yes! His eyes gleamed with determination. To give up? No! Now that they had reached this point, it would be a disservice to his existence to abandon hope.
They must continue, for he was eager to see what the final outcome would be. With everyone gathered, it was clear this was not the final result—what lay ahead remained to be seen.
In fact, it was evident: this was a war between gods kings without a predetermined victor. Since there was no established outcome, anyone could win. Prometheus did not believe that any force could resist this tide.
At this moment, Prometheus regained his proud demeanor, his eyes filled with confidence. Seeing this, Metis smiled and said, "Yes! Don't give up. If you do, everything will seem too dull."
"Prometheus, this has deviated from the original course. This is a brand new era. Let's explore what lies ahead."
"Future results!"
"Not quite visible yet, right?"
"Um!"
Listening to Metis, Prometheus smiled again. Yes! Since all outcomes were yet to be determined, why give up now? The world had changed!
The original pathways had completely vanished. If this is the case, then let's see what the final result will be! Let's discover the core of everything to come.
"Let's try it."
"Um!"
Metis and Prometheus exchanged smiles.
Though everything felt surreal and the situation increasingly bizarre, it no longer mattered. They had reached a point where all that remained was self-evident. Regardless of the result, it was no longer important.
This was a war belonging to every god-king, and none would escape. Regardless of the means, victory was paramount, and they would not abandon their convictions!
Everything was a new beginning. If that was the case, then anyone had a chance of winning. Why give up? They would move forward step by step, eager to see what the future held!
On the Other Side:
In the sky...
A phantom gradually materialized, as if a heartbeat pulsed within the air. A figure emerged—a middle-aged man, ordinary yet striking, with long hair the color of the sky, embodying both handsomeness and maturity.
He calmly opened his eyes, and boundless divine power surged forth...
"Hehehe"
He smiled lightly and said, "I never imagined I would one day break free from the constraints of the sky. In such chaos, the world chose to compromise. This truly surprises me!"
A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. The world had always adhered to its established trajectory; the path was predetermined, and no one could alter the world's decisions.
He was the former god king, the first-generation god king, the Sky God—Uranus!
Indeed, he was the original god king, Uranus, the Primordial God of the Sky, the earliest of the god kings.
Defeated by Cronus, he had ascended into the sky, his essence consumed and transformed into the heavens. Though his soul persisted, his divine body had been destroyed, becoming one with the sky.
In truth, he would never return.
As time passed, his thoughts began to dissipate. He had left fragments of his divine power to aid Zeus, but that was all. Yet now, he hadn't expected the invincible king of gods to be reborn.
His resurrection seemed to herald a profound shift. The future of this world would undoubtedly be different, and what might result from this could be very intriguing. What would happen next?
That was the most exciting prospect!
"Hehehe"
Uranus waved his hand, donned in a pristine white robe, turned, and gazed into the distance, waiting for something, his expression calm and indifferent.