(2nd Bonus Chapter) With the overwhelming firepower provided by the Cyclopes and the unstoppable might of the Hecatoncheires on the front lines, the coalition of the younger generation of gods advanced like a hot knife through butter, steadily forcing the once-proud Titan alliance into a hopeless situation.
Of Kronos’s vast kingdom, only its core region remained, desperately resisting behind the final stronghold, defended by a handful of loyal Titan gods.
Everywhere else had either fallen or its rulers had surrendered.
At last, when the allied army reached the city walls and surrounded the final temple— Kronos stood atop the crumbling battlements, gazing down at the high-spirited army below, at his six children whose divine auras had grown into something both unfamiliar and unsettling, and at the roaring ancient giants.
He slowly let out a long sigh toward the heavens.
“Ah… Gaia’s prophecy has finally come to pass.
In the end… I could neither overcome my mother nor escape the fate that had already been written.” “To overthrow my father, to usher in the Golden Age… and yet in the end, I was nothing more than a pawn in the struggle of the Primordial Gods.” A complicated smile appeared on his handsome face—part bitter mockery, part quiet sorrow.
“Atlas.” He turned toward his son, who stood beside him, bloodied but still unyielding.
“Open the gates.” “Since defeat is inevitable, I shall submit to Gaia’s will.” Kronos descended from the city walls and personally pushed open the gates that had symbolized his reign for countless ages.
Step by step, he walked toward the six siblings standing in formation, toward the ancient giants who glared at him with endless hatred, and toward the countless eyes fixed upon him.
Finally, he stopped and lowered his head.
“You have won.” “I, Kronos, Second King of the Gods, admit defeat.
The Golden Age has come to an end.” “What follows… is an era that belongs to all of you.” The moment Kronos admitted defeat, deafening cheers erupted throughout the battlefield.
“Victory!!!” “We’ve won!!!” “Long live Zeus!” “Long live Poseidon!” “Long live Hades!” “Long live Hera!” “Long live Demeter!” “Long live Hestia!” After ten years of bloody war and countless sacrifices… Victory had finally been achieved.
… The aftermath proceeded naturally.
The six gods captured the remaining Titans and temporarily imprisoned them within Kronos’s magnificent palace, which had now fallen into their hands.
Afterward, they summoned the Titans who had sided with them during the war—such as Prometheus and Oceanus—along with the younger gods, to convene a council and determine the future order of the world.
One of the council’s most important topics was the fate of the defeated Titans.
“The first issue,” Zeus began, looking around the gathering, “is how we should deal with the prisoners.” “I believe everyone can agree on one point—they cannot remain on the surface.” “Their power is simply too great.
Even if we seal part of their divine authority, they would still pose an enormous threat.” Hera nodded coldly.
“But Hera,” Demeter replied gently, “ordinary prisons cannot contain them.
Even the deepest mountain prison would eventually be broken apart by their strength.” “And treating them like ordinary prisoners, forcing them into labor, is equally unrealistic.” She frowned slightly.
“Even though we now surpass them in strength, their divine essence remains unchanged.
Attempting to force them into labor would accomplish little while greatly increasing the risk of rebellion.” “I agree with Demeter.” Poseidon unexpectedly voiced his opinion.
“Unless one of us personally watches over them forever, there’s no guarantee they can truly be contained.” “And none of us can stand guard for eternity.” “Then… why not exile them to the depths of the Underworld?” Styx offered calmly.
“The Underworld naturally suppresses divine power, and it is isolated from the mortal world.” “That is a reasonable proposal,” Hades said, unusually speaking without his usual sharp tone.
“But the Underworld has only recently come into existence.” “Its foundations are still unstable.” “Filling it with so many dangerous Titans would become an enormous burden, and someone would still have to guard them day and night.” “Besides…” Zeus continued, his eyes sweeping across the gathering before lingering briefly on the Titans who still leaned toward Gaia.
“They are, after all, the children of Mother Gaia.” “If we imprison them in the Underworld, would that provoke the Earth Mother’s dissatisfaction?” “We have only just ended one war.” “Must we immediately invite the wrath of another Primordial God?” “Then what do you suggest?” Hera asked directly.
Zeus drew a slow breath before speaking a single name.
“Tartarus.” Silence filled the chamber.
Tartarus… The primordial abyss.
The eternal prison that had once held the eldest generation of gods.
A forbidden realm so deep that even Gaia’s will could scarcely reach it.
Because Poseidon already knew the course of mythology, he wasn’t surprised.
His expression merely shifted slightly.
Everyone else, however—whether younger gods or Titans—was visibly shaken.
To cast Kronos and the defeated Titans into that eternal abyss… A prison where even the names of gods would gradually fade.
“Lord Zeus… isn’t that… perhaps…” one neutral Titan finally spoke.
“Too cruel?” Zeus interrupted.
“Too ruthless?” His voice became firm and carried the authority expected of a new king.
“Think carefully.” “Aside from Tartarus, where else in this world can imprison them forever without requiring us to stand guard for all eternity?” “Where else can completely sever their connection with the outside world…” “…especially with Gaia?” His gaze swept across the assembly before finally resting on his siblings.
“They are not merely our blood relatives.” “They are the enemies who fought us in a war that lasted ten years and claimed countless lives.” “Mercy toward an enemy is cruelty toward your own people.” “Should we allow the seeds of another rebellion to remain simply because we hesitate now?” “Zeus is right.” Hera was the first to support him.
Cold flames flickered within her crimson eyes.
“If we wish to establish an era that truly belongs to us, we must remove every hidden danger.” “Tartarus is the most appropriate choice.” Hades remained silent for a long moment.
His face was hidden within the shadows, revealing nothing.
Finally, he spoke only two words.
“I agree.” Demeter and Hestia exchanged glances.
Each could see the complicated emotions in the other’s eyes.
Reluctance toward the fate awaiting their former father and uncles.
Exhaustion after ten years of war.
And above all, a desire to preserve the hard-earned peace.
Neither of them was an indecisive goddess.
“I… abstain,” Demeter said softly.
“I abstain as well,” Hestia added quietly.
At that moment, every eye in the chamber turned toward the only sibling who had yet to state his position— Poseidon.
—————– So, That’s the last Bonus Chapter for today.
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