The God-King's impassioned words carried a veiled threat.
He sought to harness the two Titans to his chariot, hoping that under a shared threat, they would set aside past grievances and unite against a common enemy.
The calm and steady Hyperion nodded once more and said, "The command of the great God-King—we shall, of course, obey. Our honor will be defended with all our strength."
"I shall await Your Majesty's call at any time. The great Hyperion shall follow your will."
Crios, standing beside him, added, "No god can take our honor. The honor of the Titans shall forever illuminate the universe."
"I will watch the stars. If I detect any anomaly, I shall report it to the great God-King immediately."
Listening to the two Titans, Cronus forced a smile—but it was stiff and utterly insincere.
He nodded in salute to them. "My brothers, just as we once fought together for our honor and freedom, united Titans shall triumph once again."
The two mighty Titans nodded slightly, and Cronus turned and returned to the world.
He could not afford to waste any more time. He had to summon the gods immediately. He had to reestablish the authority he had lost!
Urgency pressed in on his heart—alongside a sliver of fear he dared not examine too closely.
It had been far too long since he last felt fear—so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like.
Was he... destined to become like his father?
No!
He would not!
Cronus's face was cold as ice. In his heart, he roared: I am the Lord of the Universe, King of the Gods—I will not lose!
Crios and Hyperion watched the God-King depart, then exchanged a silent glance before turning and leaving for their respective domains.
They had not forgotten—Rhea was also a Titan.
Rhea was in their hearts a gentle and kind younger sister, and once, a trusted comrade in the war to overthrow their father.
But the God-King...
To speak to Cronus of past camaraderie—how laughable.
Our honor?
Does the "we" Cronus speaks of include us?
Even though Zeus and his companions had hidden themselves deep within the vast cosmos, to Crios and Hyperion, they were not invisible. The trajectories of the stars, the flow of aether—everything was within their awareness.
Between Cronus and Rhea and her children, the two Titans had, without needing to speak, chosen neutrality—to watch and wait.
When Cronus had just seized dominion over the universe, he had unquestionably earned the title of God-King through his courage.
Back then, he was a symbol of revolution, a banner of freedom, the beginning of a new era.
The order set in place by the second-generation God-King was, at the time, agreeable to the gods. The universe flourished under new laws.
But now... it was hard to be satisfied anymore.
Cronus had long since betrayed his original promises.
The eternal order he had established once aligned with the interests of the gods—but that was in his early reign.
Now, it had become a shackle.
The children of the gods were barred from gaining honor, utterly restricted.
Even the gods themselves had seen their honor severely limited. Cronus and his inner circle constantly eroded their authority.
The greedy God-King ruled others harshly and himself leniently.
He permitted only his own endless expansion, while stripping away the rights of others.
He forbade the development of the gods and their descendants, yet allowed himself unrestrained growth, using cruel and ruthless methods.
In Cronus, the gods now saw the shadow of Uranus.
His divine authority had already begun to corrode the earth, the sea, and the dark—and even his control over fire now encroached upon light.
Yes—Nyx, the Lady of Night, did not belong to the Celestial Pantheon, nor the Mother Earth lineage, so they could turn a blind eye.
Pontus too was not a sky-god, but he belonged to the Earth Mother lineage—and the outer sea was now infringing upon the ocean current's divine domain.
Even the authority of the Mother of All Things was being eaten away by Cronus. The more he claimed, the bolder he became. How could the gods not see?
If this continued, one day all the gods would be slowly consumed and devoured by Cronus.
Yet it was still impossible to expect the gods to unite and overthrow him—not yet.
Old orders always run deep.
And fear of the invincible God-King still lingered.
The collective strength of the gods could overthrow Cronus—but unity among them was... unlikely.
Besides, to provoke a cosmic war now would be far too extreme.
So with Cronus's son now rising in rebellion, the gods were happy to sit back and watch.
Whether Zeus succeeded or failed—if Cronus was weakened, it would still be a win.
If Zeus did succeed, the gods began to worry: what kind of new order would the new God-King bring?
Would their own honor suffer under his rule?
Everything still required observation.
Zeus, for his part, had led the gods to a humble, unremarkable planet and concealed their divine forms, hiding themselves.
This unassuming star, among the infinite cosmos, became their temporary refuge.
Only now, for the first time, did they truly reunite as a "family."
Yes—canine father Cronus had already been formally excommunicated from the household.
This "family" had been soaked in rebellion and cruelty since the day it was conceived.
None of them had ever seen their "family" until now—except Rhea, who was now seeing her children fully grown for the first time.
The fear and sorrow of the past were now transformed into the joy of reunion.
This was a truly unfamiliar group of "kin."
Among them, only Mother Rhea served as a bond—besides her, there was nothing else connecting them.
Calling them a family was quite a stretch. After all, they were not people—they were incarnations of divine law, embodiments of cosmic power.
Only Rhea saw them all as her children. Her love transcended the coldness and logic of divine law—it was pure, unconditional maternal love.
No sooner had they stabilized than Rhea rushed to embrace each of her children, her eyes brimming with tears of love and joy.
Hestia, the beautiful goddess with radiant red hair that burned like fire but gave warmth instead of heat, stood among them.
Though she embodied flame, her temperament was not fiery or wild—on the contrary, she was gentle, kind, calm, and reserved.
She was one of the indispensable elements of the universe—the foundation of all life. She was the ever-burning hearth of the home, bringing warmth and hope.
She was the flame of civilization, the light of order.
Hestia's appearance was stunning, her figure voluptuous and alluring, yet she carried a pure and serene charm.
Her face was youthful, but her aura was mature and gentle—this contradictory harmony gave her an irresistibly unique allure.
(Hestia's divine form—visual reference implied)
Demeter was also a goddess of the Earth Mother lineage. She had been part of Cronus's own authority, evolved in part through the secret appropriation of Gaia's divine law.
Her existence was a gift of life and land itself.
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