While fervent prayers imbued the cosmos, an icy shudder ran down the gods' spines.
Most glared at the chalice's light and unresponsive systems, deep frowns folding their foreheads. Others slammed their armrests, their voices thundering, just like Zeus'.
"We can let this mortal reach divinity. Don't let him ascend, Hades!"
Yet, his voice didn't reach the underworld. Worse, he had seen the three Hecatonchires with the mortal. Things were developing from bad to worse too fast, and he could do nothing. He clenched his jaw. "Who can seal my entire pantheon authorities? What madness is unfolding before our very eyes?!"
As he fumed, the same scene happened in Marduk's palace. Odin reacted with more composure, but his rage was no less than theirs. Adam could not become a god, not with his chaotic roots—not another devil. He'd threaten everything they had built with another catastrophic cosmic war.
