In the dimly lit chamber of his fortress, Hades sat at the head of a long stone table, his fingers steepled in thought.
Across from him sat Hera, her sharp golden eyes narrowed in concentration, and beside her, cloaked in ever-shifting shadows, was Hecate.
The air was thick with tension as they discussed the next phase of their war against Cronus.
"We have lost the first battle," Hades began. "Atlas alone nearly crushed Zeus. The Four Pillar Titans are far stronger than I anticipated. So for now, our best course of action is to weaken them through calculated strikes—hit their supply lines, sabotage their strongholds, and target their commanders one by one, and retreat immediately."
Hera nodded. "Guerilla tactics. It makes sense. Cronus' forces are vast, but they're not invincible. If we can starve their armies and pick them apart before they regroup, we stand a better chance when we finally face them in open battle."
