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As Aetherion watched everyone appear in the room—gods and titans alike—he noticed that Helios was there as well.
Apparently, the chains had already left his caramelized skin, but Helios was staring at him with bitter annoyance and a sense of betrayal.
Aetherion hurriedly looked away, as if he himself had done nothing wrong, while Helios continued to glare at him with that same betrayed expression.
'I am sorry, my friend. It had to be done,'
he thought to himself, shaking his head.
He glanced back in Helios' direction and noticed Helios' sisters had arrived as well—Selene, the Titaness of the Moon, and Eos, the Titaness of Dawn.
Their eyes met his.
Selene gave him a flirtatious wink, while Eos offered him a bright smile, as if the dawn itself had appeared in the room.
Aetherion also noticed Poseidon glaring at him, teeth clenched in frustration.
In response, Aetherion gave him a smirk, only irritating him further.
But what caught Aetherion attention more was the man standing beside Poseidon—Glaucus.
Glaucus, apparently once a partially immortal silver human who had eaten a divine herb, was transformed into an immortal sea god with prophetic abilities.
Though powerful, he was wild and untamed—much like a less restrained version of Poseidon.
The two seemed to get along surprisingly well.
Aetherion quickly shook his head and focused on the others—the rest of the figures who had arrived.
As he surveyed the room, he noticed that his brother Hades were present as well.
Hades had even brought someone from the Underworld with him—Thanatos, from the House of Night and Darkness, and, like Helios, one of Aetherion's rivals.
He was no joke—an extremely powerful being, on par with the Twelve Great Titans.
Aetherion believed Thanatos had grown even stronger since their last encounter.
They had fought once in Aetherion's younger days, a battle that ended in a stalemate, only stopped by Themis and Rhea.
He looked at the God of Death, Shadows, and Peace, and gave him a nod.
Thanatos returned it with a small smile.
As for Hades being the God of the underworld already.
Aetherion found it strange.
In the myths he remembered, Hades only became the god of the Underworld after the world was divided and the realms were assigned.
Yet here he was, already a god to it.
But Aetherion chose not to dwell on it.
Things were different now.
He had learned that long ago.
Especially since his existence alone had altered fate itself.
Destiny had already shifted—and it could shift again.
All they could do now was look ahead.
Aetherion clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"Let the meeting commence," he said. "Everyone, listen carefully."
He scanned the room once more.
Styx was present, along with her four children—Nike, Kratos, Zelus, and Bia.
Sitting beside Zeus was Boreas, the god of the north wind, representing his brothers—the Anemoi—all of whom were powerful major gods.
Hecate was also there, whom Aetherion had personally approached with Hera.
Many deities avoided her due to her unnatural domains, which unsettled them.
To most Deity's, she was eerie—yet undeniably powerful.
And then there was Metis.
She sat calmly to his right, composed and focused.
The strategist of the rebellion.
One of the most important figures present—perhaps even more important than Aetherion himself in this moment.
Power could win battles, but wisdom and knowledge decided wars.
And finally, Prometheus had arrived, accompanied by his brother, Epimetheus.
"I brought you here today because I wish to speak about the start of this war."
Everyone who had appeared turned their attention toward Aetherion, their expressions shifting into seriousness as they straightened, ready to listen.
"I believe it's time we go on the offensive," he continued, his voice firm and commanding. "It's time we bring the battle to them."
There were varied reactions among the gods and titans in the room.
Some smiled with anticipation.
Others looked nervous, uncertain.
And some—ahem, Helios—could barely contain their excitement, wearing grins too eager for a war not yet begun.
"Do not worry," Aetherion added, raising a hand. "We will not charge in recklessly like fools. That is why I've gathered all of you here—to plan our first true attack."
He paused, looking each of them in the eyes one by one.
Their attention was unwavering.
Then, one god stood.
It was Poseidon.
"Bahahaha! Finally!" he bellowed. "So, we strike them head-on and hard?"
Everyone turned to him.
Some rolled their eyes.
Aetherion sighed.
"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
he asked dryly.
"Simple! We attack the front gate of Mount Othrys!"
Poseidon answered with a proud grin, raising his chin.
"And who's leading this bold attack?"
"Me, of course!"
Aetherion didn't even hesitate.
"You're not even a major god yet."
At that, Poseidon's smug grin faltered.
A flush of gold crept into his ears and cheeks.
Before he could stammer out a response, their mother's voice cut through the tension.
"Poseidon, be quiet and sit down."
He obeyed, grumbling under his breath.
Aetherion exhaled.
'Honestly, I wonder if I should have called only the major gods here… but still, my brothers have the right to be involved. Each of us fate are connected to Kronos. We share the same destiny.'
He looked out again, when a hand was raised.
He nodded.
It was Nike, the goddess of victory.
"I believe we should attack from multiple fronts rather than one,"
she proposed.
Aetherion nodded, listening carefully.
"We could divide our forces. Each front led by a different commander. A surprise offensive. It would spread their defenses thin."
It was a sound strategy.
Before Aetherion could voice his agreement, Rhea spoke up, her voice tinged with concern.
"But what if Kronos appears at one of those battles?" she asked. "If he does, that front will be lost before it begins."
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Aetherion knew she was right.
His father—despite being an arrogant tyrant—was unimaginably powerful.
And Kronos was one of the only beings known to have the ability to destroy an immortal's body completely, leaving behind only their divine spirit.
But then, another voice broke the silence.
Metis, seated at Aetherion's right, raised her head.
"I believe this plan could work,"
she said calmly.
All eyes turned to her.
As the Titaness of Wisdom and Knowledge, her words carried immense weight.
"Attacking from different fronts would indeed confuse their forces… and it could shield our real goal."
Rhea narrowed her eyes slightly.
"And what would that goal be, Metis?"
The Titaness met her gaze without hesitation.
"To eliminate one of the Twelve Great Titans."
The room fell completely silent.
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