On Mount Othrys, inside the God King's palace.
The gods sat in a circle, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. The newborn baby lay on the Long Table in the center. Apart from the Goddess of the Wandering Stars and her sister, the relatives of both sides of the baby girl were all present.
From the seat of honor, Cronus swept his gaze over the gods present and could not help cursing his luck.
In another hundred years—or at most two or three hundred—once Crios had stabilized his rule over most of the starry sky and the star gods had sorted out the energy tides caused by the divine war, his position as God King would rise along with it. Yet at this very moment, a problem had arisen between the God of Meteorology and his greatest source of support.
Coeus had never intended to get involved in the disputes of the starry sky. Just like his Divine Office, God of Lightless Celestial Bodies, he had no desire to shine brilliantly. His wife, Phoebe, was different.
Persuaded by the Goddess of Luminous Bodies, he had still joined the war under the pretext of his second daughter's relationship with Perses, Crios's son.
Although the couple had not gone all out and had merely confronted Theia, Goddess of Light and Sight, without even truly fighting, that had been the key to the outcome of the war.
But everything was about to end. If the problem before them could not be resolved, then even Phoebe would put aside her own calculations and sever all ties with the God King's faction.
"She is called Hecate, right?"
Apparently sensing the oppressive atmosphere in the room and her husband's state of mind, Rhea, the Heavenly Queen, broke the silence.
"She looks so cute. She will definitely