“Hard times create worthy gods who foster peace and prosperity, but that prosperity fosters weak gods who then create hard times.”

The judgement of the Olympians has come, to punish them of their sins. The reign of the Olympians will end and come rise the Titans once more—Gaia, whom spoke of the name who shall not be said—Typhon. Releasing the beast from his prison under the mountain, Etna, his powers sealed within the Eleusinian stone now free.

Many of divine life was taken, many such as Ares, Hephaestus and Persephone. Persephone’s soul was kept safe with Demeter down in the underworld, keeping Zeus hidden until he was able to leave the underworld with Hades’ bident. Ares and Hephaestus’ souls however, were unfortunately thrown into the abyss by Cronus—whom was freed by the beast—their immortal souls now forever gone.

Atop the home of the Olympians, they had mourned the gods who had perished. Their poison and sickness now cured with the ailment the goddess of the harvest handed to Hermes, preparing and planning for a battle to come. The messenger of the gods was speeding around halls of Olympus, leaving and entering rooms as a flash of light followed him behind, his winged sandals guiding him.

Though the whole current circumstances they had was a concern and should of been his main one, but something on top of his head bothered him. Glancing every once in awhile at his half-brothers bodies that lay motionlessly, he felt anxious—as if the very scene was telling him something, of how he needed to visit a special someone, worrying of the danger they might be facing, especially now that the only safe haven available was the Elysian Fields.