Looking at Clymene, whose eyes were red and filled with tears, Prometheus sighed softly.
Running simply wasn’t an option.
Although the world was vast now, there were only a few living beings — where could he possibly run?
Where else could he hide?
After years of accumulation, Prometheus had stabilized his realm and was currently at the low stage of powerful divine power.
Meanwhile, the sun god Hyperion and the celestial god Crius had both reached the high level of powerful divine power, while the radiant goddess Theia — like his dear father Iapetus — was at the mid-level of powerful divine power.
The gap in strength between the two sides was too great.
A direct confrontation would be unwise.
Prometheus could only think of a countermeasure.
The simplest way was undoubtedly to buy time — whether by bluffing or escaping, in any case, to delay until heaven and earth were separated and Uranus’s attention returned to the world.
Then he could go and complain.
At that time, the mighty King of the Gods would act for him — whether it was the sun or the stars, they would all face the wrath of the King of the Gods at once.
But if this happened, the two sides would likely become enemies completely.
Prometheus didn’t want to make enemies with these twelve first-generation gods for now.
After all, if he ultimately couldn’t change the fate of the King of the Gods, these twelve would be the protagonists of the next era…
So when he could build good relationships, it was best to do so.
So Prometheus quickly came up with a backup plan.
That was to address the problem directly.
Hyperion and Crius came to trouble him this time because they were frightened by Ourea’s death, fearing that they would be next.
In such cases, the prophet, who already knew everything, would naturally resolve the issue by giving them a “golden pass.”
But this golden pass couldn’t be handed out randomly.
Now there were only five suspects left.
If three more were ruled out at once, the remaining two wouldn’t be killed by the King of the Gods outright, right?
If those two got anxious when they heard the news, and took advantage of the King of the Gods’s long absence to come after him — what then?
So how much and how to distribute this “golden pass” was also a matter of skill.
Prometheus ultimately decided to counter every move, taking advantage of their unfinished persuasion of his cheap father and taking the initiative to calm them down first.
Although Clymene didn’t understand Prometheus’s approach, thinking of his laws and divine authority, she still felt that there must be a reason for his actions.
But when she brought Prometheus to their council hall, there was an unexpected figure inside.
She was a woman dressed in flawless white clothes, tall and graceful, with a stunningly beautiful face — yet her eyes were covered with a white cloth, adding an extra touch of sacredness and authority.
It was the goddess of order and justice, Themis.
At this moment, the Goddess of Order still radiated powerful divine pressure — a law symbolizing absolute justice that forcibly calmed the other four first-generation gods a little.
“Themis…
Why is she here?”
Seeing this goddess, Prometheus felt a bit confused and couldn’t help but murmur to himself, though his face showed no sign of it.
Upon seeing Prometheus’s figure, the four first-generation gods — who had been somewhat calm — suddenly became unsettled again.
The holy sun god Hyperion raised his brows, his cold voice filled with murderous intent: “You actually dare to appear before us.”
“Honorable Lord Hyperion, why would I be afraid to show myself?” Prometheus merely chuckled softly, unfazed by his might.
“You still dare to ask why?
Isn’t all of this thanks to you now?!” The celestial god Crius also said coldly.
“If it weren’t for your prophecy, how could this world have come to this?”
Why does this sound so familiar…
Prometheus’s expression was somewhat strange, and Themis — who had just said something similar not long ago — spoke up at this moment.
This goddess of order stood directly in front of Prometheus, shielding him from the pressure of the four first-generation gods.
“You can’t blame him for this — he is also a victim.”
Themis’s voice was calm.
Although the white cloth covered her eyes, it didn’t affect her beauty at all — in fact, it made her appear even more imposing and untouchable.
“Hyperion, Crius, Iapetus — think carefully: given the Father’s character, even without this prophecy, wouldn’t he have done these things?”
“As our divine power grows stronger, he will inevitably be unable to tolerate us.
It’s just a matter of time.”
“And…
things were far from as bad as Cronus had described.”
“But what Cronus said isn’t wrong.
If this continues, sooner or later we’ll be dealt with by the Father.” Hyperion showed a worried expression, and when the words “Father” were mentioned, the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Hearing this, Prometheus finally couldn’t hold back and asked, “Did His Highness Cronus say anything to you all?
Could you tell me about it?”
The gods looked at each other, but in the end, it was Prometheus’s cheap, unreliable father Iapetus who spoke up.
It turned out that as early as when Prometheus had just made his prophecy on the sacred mountain, the god of growth and harvest — Cronus — had more or less shared his worries with the gods, even foreseeing the scene of that day.
When Oceanus was miserably targeted, it was also Cronus who felt that only Prometheus could solve the Ocean God’s urgent need — which inspired Themis to advise Tethys.
It was also Cronus who helped Hyperion and Crius analyze their situations, causing anxiety for these two powerful first-generation gods and prompting them to take a risk to confront Prometheus…
Themis initially harbored such hostility toward Prometheus because of Cronus’s repeated lamentations that “if only Prometheus weren’t there.”
And these feelings were clearly not just spoken to Themis.
“Cronus is the smartest younger brother among us — he always has many ways.” The radiant goddess Theia said softly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the other first-generation gods nodded repeatedly, all admiring Cronus’s intelligence and resourcefulness.
And what else did Prometheus — upon hearing this — not understand?
The one who had been secretly targeting him for so long was the one who had never had direct contact with him, and even seemed almost invisible to him…
Cronus.
Cronus, the god of growth and harvest, the great god of the sky and the youngest son of the Mother Earth — brought life to the entire desolate world with his birth.
And he was also the cunning patricide of the future, the founder of the Golden Age, and —
The second-generation ruler of the universe.