Long...
Bang—!
The door opens and closes, a ray of sunlight briefly enters the Temple.
Twelve towering statues of gods are swept by the light, especially the one in the center, the Divine King.
Cronus, the King of Temporal, perhaps because he once conquered the Sun, Hyperion's position subtly worships him.
Of course, among the Titans, there are those whose positions would never be touched by sunlight, such as Coeus in the far corner.
He hides in the shadows, standing apart even from Phoebe.
It's as if they are not spouses, but strangers long separated.
"You're like this, and so am I."
"Isn't that right, Coeus?"
Speaking softly, the Lord of the Nine Hells seems to talk to someone.
However, no one responds to him, the Temple is silent.
This is normal, since its inception, few come to this temple dedicated to the Titans.
Humans who know of their existence dare not worship, mortals who don't know their existence see no reason to worship.
