He knew that since the other party dared to come alone, it was definitely not to say a few discouraging words.
Sure enough, Prometheus changed his tone.
"However, I also see a narrow path to victory, full of thorns and uncertainties."
His gaze swept over every Divine present, finally refocusing on Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon.
"And I can show you this path."
Hades' deep voice came from the shadows: "What do you want?"
This was a very practical question, as no one would betray their race for no reason.
A slight smile appeared on Prometheus' lips, as if he had been waiting for this question.
"What I want is simple, a promise, and a position."
He extended a finger, pointing to the eleven empty Golden Thrones in the Divine Palace, except for the seat of the Divine King.
"After the war is won, I demand a seat on Mount Olympus, to become a member of the New God Pantheon."
