Even more strangely, upon closer inspection, both the impassioned Thetis and the many sea creatures responding to her had a faint, ghostly light flickering deep within their eyes.
A few days later, feeling that the tide had turned in her favor, Thetis once again sought out Amphitrite, who had steadfastly refused to take a side.
This time, she wore a smile full of confidence.
“Sister, how long are you going to remain so stubborn?
Most of our sisters, along with many of our Oceanid aunts, have already decided to stand with me.
If necessary, they won’t hesitate to use force.” “My foolish sister.” Amphitrite looked at Thetis with eyes filled with sorrow and replied with an almost absurd comparison.
“What you’re saying is as unbelievable as claiming that Zeus will never be unfaithful again.
You’re leading everyone into an abyss with no return.” “Hah!
Absurd?
Sister, open your eyes!
At least two-thirds of the ocean’s lower- and middle-ranking forces support us now!
Two-thirds against one-third—the advantage is clearly ours!” Thetis’s voice grew increasingly threatening.
“If you stand with us as well and publicly declare your support, Father Nereus, Mother Doris, and perhaps even Lord Pontus himself will join us.
Once that happens, our victory will be assured!” Watching her sister descend into such fanaticism, Amphitrite felt as though her heart were being torn apart.
She remained silent.
Yet, despite Thetis’s distorted reasoning, part of what she said was true.
The undercurrent opposing Poseidon had indeed been gathering strength.
Even several powerful sea monsters had joined their cause.
Although the ten strongest Nereids—including Amphitrite herself—and the high-ranking Oceanids were still largely neutral or openly opposed, the rebel faction had already grown too large to ignore, and it continued to expand.
“…” At last, Amphitrite let out a long, weary sigh, as though years had suddenly weighed upon her shoulders.
Things had reached this point.
To protect the weaker sisters and subjects who might otherwise be wiped out in a hopeless rebellion, she—who cherished both her family and the peace of the seas above all else—felt she had little choice left.
“I understand.” She lowered her eyes.
“But I will join not to overthrow Poseidon, but to protect everyone as best I can and minimize the casualties.” Even she found the excuse unconvincing.
Thetis, however, cared little for her reasons.
The result was all that mattered.
Having won over the sister with the greatest prestige among the Nereids, her confidence soared.
Without delay, she used that momentum to pressure her parents, the ancient sea gods Nereus and Doris.
Behind her stood a crowd of sea monsters, nymphs, and spirits.
The eerie green light still flickered within their eyes as they silently expressed their resentment toward Poseidon.
“Father, Mother, please—for our sake—join this righteous war!
We must drive out the tyrant Poseidon and reclaim the freedom that rightfully belongs to the ocean!” “Oh, great Gaia…” Nereus, the ancient sea god renowned for his wisdom, prophecy, and gentle nature, trembled with rage.
“Thetis, my daughter… have you lost your mind?” “How can you drag all these sea spirits and nymphs—who have never experienced the horrors of war—onto a battlefield soaked in blood?” “Father, Poseidon is the one who’s gone mad!” Thetis refused to yield.
The green glow in her eyes burned even brighter.
“He’s destroying our freedom bit by bit!
Today he restricts the sea monsters.
Tomorrow he’ll shackle the nymphs.
The day after that, he’ll imprison us like fish in a cage!
Father, Mother, the sisters have already gathered, and most of our aunts have answered the call.
The momentum is unstoppable!” “So please, just like Sister Amphitrite, join this war to protect your descendants and your daughters.
Otherwise…” She paused, her voice growing colder.
“Will you simply stand by and watch them bleed to death—or even have their souls destroyed—in the coming conflict?” Nereus and Doris were left speechless by their daughter’s twisted coercion.
The Thetis standing before them felt like a stranger.
More frightening still was the cold divine pressure radiating from her, a force that made even these two ancient deities feel an instinctive sense of dread.
Unable to resist that pressure—and terrified that countless descendants might perish—they could only nod in reluctant agreement.
“Doris… I fear our daughter has fallen under something’s influence.” “I feel it too.” Doris’s beautiful face was filled with grief.
“That dark aura wrapped around her… Is it Pontus… or something else?” They both understood that once this senseless war erupted, its instigators and principal participants would inevitably face the harshest divine punishment.
At best, they would be rejected by the primordial sea itself.
At worst, they would be cast into the eternal abyss of Tartarus.
As for the countless weaker beings who had been manipulated into joining this rebellion… Most would simply vanish amid the devastation of divine war, becoming nothing more than nourishment for the sea.
… Meanwhile, high above the clouds atop Mount Olympus, the gods were far from ignorant of the unrest brewing beneath the waves.
Seated upon the Throne of Thunder, Zeus listened to the messenger’s report, a faint smile playing across his handsome face.
“Heh… It seems the ocean has become rather lively.
But why hasn’t Poseidon made a move yet?” Across from him, Hera snorted coldly, her fiery red hair gleaming brilliantly.
“Hmph.
Knowing that troublesome personality of his, he’s probably waiting with great interest for every fool to gather in one place before crushing them all in a single blow.
Anyone watching would think he was the God of War rather than the God of the Sea.” The gentle Demeter nodded in agreement.
“That does sound like him.
It’s how he fought throughout the Titanomachy.
He always let troublesome enemies gather before overwhelming them with absolute strength.” Zeus rubbed his chin thoughtfully before turning toward the beautiful red-haired Goddess of Wisdom beside him.
“Metis, what do you think?” Leaning comfortably against him, Metis pondered for a moment before smiling.
“Zeus… I believe this is an excellent opportunity.” “Oh?
Explain.” “As the rightful ruler of the seas, Poseidon suppressing this rebellion is only a matter of time.
There is no real doubt about the outcome.” She continued calmly, “Meanwhile, we’ve been looking for a legitimate reason to deal with the Golden Race—the remnants who still worship Kronos and refuse to acknowledge the authority of the new gods.
They’re a lingering threat.” “So why not make use of this rebellion?” A knowing smile curved across her lips.
“We can accuse the Golden Race of conspiring with Pontus and the rebellious sea nymphs in an attempt to overthrow the new Olympian order.
Then, under the banner of suppressing the rebellion, we can eliminate those remnants of the old era in one decisive action.” As Zeus listened, satisfaction gradually spread across his face.
“Excellent, Metis.” He nodded slowly.
“In that case, we not only help Poseidon resolve his internal problems—though he probably doesn’t need the assistance—but we also remove a dangerous obstacle with complete legitimacy.” “And we can place the blame for instigating the conflict squarely on Pontus and the rebels.” He smiled.
“It seems I should send Poseidon a message and let him know our intentions.” Turning back to Metis, he continued, “You’re Oceanus’s daughter and one of the Oceanids.
If you personally deliver the message to Poseidon, the sea gods won’t become suspicious.” “No problem.” Metis smiled warmly.
“I’ll leave at once.” “Oh, one more thing.” Zeus grinned mischievously.
“If possible, try to make Poseidon feel that Olympus has done him a favor.” Hearing that, Metis couldn’t help but lightly smack his arm.
“You really have no shame, do you?” “Ordering your own wife around like that.”
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