Hestia had brought back immense benefits for the Underworld while walking a fine line.
Such significant contributions—were they not worthy of respect? Obviously, they were.
There was no doubt that the Underworld held great respect for Hestia. Every Underworld God knew this. Though her actions appeared safe, in truth, she was dancing on a tightrope, one misstep away from utter ruin. Yet, despite the risks, Hestia succeeded.
And that was more than enough.
"Kerr," Hestia said with a smile, "thank you and your sisters. I'll return to the Underworld for now."
"Be careful, Miss Hestia," Kerr responded, her expression serious and solemn.
Hestia returned to the Underworld, and Kerr remained, her demeanor just as focused, patiently waiting. For now, everything was too calm. The war that would engulf the entire Mortal Realm would last at least a hundred years before any sort of conclusion could be seen.
In fact, the first Holy War would take 243 years to end. However, for Sparta's expedition, it could take tens of thousands or even millions of years to conclude. It wouldn't end easily.
Because of this, Kerr murmured to herself, "It's time for me to start preparing. This is the best opportunity. Whether we succeed depends on this chance. If we miss the opportunity for destruction and wait for creation instead..."
"Everything..."
Kerr shook her head. She understood all too well that waiting for the time of creation drastically lowered their chances of success. The probability of success during destruction was 90%, while during creation, it dropped to a mere 50%.
And if they reached the third attempt?
That was no joke!
By the time of the third attempt, the chances of success would be less than 10%. This was simply the reality.
Kerr went off to make her preparations, as the entire Underworld was now busy. There were countless matters to attend to in preparation for what was to come.
...
In the Sky Realm, Prometheus had also arranged everything, preparing for the Holy War in the far west.
"Hmm..."
Prometheus leaned back in his divine seat, massaging his temples as he muttered, "There's so much to consider and handle. For now, I've arranged most things, but the future..."
Even Prometheus wasn't sure if his current arrangements would hold up. So far, everything seemed fine, but in truth, nothing was certain. Who knew what problems might arise in the future?
These matters were critical. Any small mistake could cause the Sky Realm to collapse.
There was no choice!
Compared to the Sea Realm, the Sky Realm was already weaker, let alone when compared to the Underworld.
The Underworld had overwhelming power. Not only were their Underworld Gods formidable, but they also had figures like Ethel, who had reached the level of God-King. If there were no restrictions on the God-King's actions, he could effortlessly dominate the battlefield.
The Sky Realm? Aside from Prometheus's brother and the three Cyclops brothers, the only other forces were a few Titans they had subdued. In terms of both numbers and strength, they couldn't compare to the Underworld.
In the past, when the twelve Titan Gods were at their peak, aside from Cronus, there was also Hyperion, a God-King, along with ten gods far surpassing ordinary Titan Lords.
In addition to them, there were numerous other Titan Lords in the Titan pantheon, wielding immense power.
At that time, the Titan God-King was the supreme ruler of the mythological world.
And now?
The Sea Realm had the Five Ocean Gods, five Titan Lords, along with 3,000 River Gods and 3,000 Ocean Nymphs. Their sheer numbers were staggering. Additionally, the Sea Realm had plenty of hidden forces.
As for the Underworld? There was no need for words.
Hypnos, Thanatos, Hemera, Keres, Keris, Eurynomos, and Kerr—all were Titan Lords. Then there was the Moirai, the collective of the Fates. Who knew just how powerful they truly were? Perhaps they had already reached the limits of the Titan Lords.
On top of that, there were the 3,000 Dream Gods, as well as the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon that Prometheus suspected belonged to the Underworld. Finally, there was Ethel, the true God-King.
"Victory..." Prometheus sighed helplessly, shaking his head. He couldn't help but feel utterly powerless.
Victory!
Victory!
Such a simple word, yet so difficult to achieve. It was almost laughable how frustrating and impossible it seemed.
No matter how you looked at it, the Underworld's strength was simply too overwhelming. To achieve victory? That was nearly impossible.
Prometheus had made nearly every preparation, but when faced with Zeus, he had to admit: he simply couldn't do it. The Underworld was too strong. Without Zeus's involvement, the Sky Realm would be utterly crushed in a direct conflict with the Underworld. And the Underworld's forces were only growing stronger.
"The Sea Realm?"
Prometheus pondered this. Of course, he hoped for victory, and although he had his own plans, if they could achieve victory, the rewards would be immense.
But the biggest problem was that victory was far from easy to obtain.
Prometheus turned his gaze toward the Sea Realm. Could the Sky Realm form an alliance with them?
It seemed...
Even that wasn't realistic. There was no chance of success. If they couldn't defeat the Underworld, they certainly couldn't defeat the Sea Realm either.
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