The God of Optics, Apollo

Was Hera regretful?

Of course she was.

What she regretted most was not offering up Hestia, the Virgin Goddess of the Hearth, back then.

As a "Goddess of Jealousy," Hera never understood why she should regret anything. In her worldview, no matter how recklessly she acted, Zeus would always clean up her messes.

If two major gods were lost, they could simply recruit two new ones later.

As for whether the newcomers could make up for the power they had lost, that wasn't something the queen of the gods needed to worry about.

Unfortunately, just because certain things weren't out in the open didn't mean the gods were unaware of them.

After learning that Artemis had changed sides because of Hera's persecution, nearly every one of the Olympus Gods began to fear for their own safety.

Apart from Zeus and his six siblings, there was hardly a god who wasn't afraid.

The question on everyone's mind was simple: "Hera, who is there that you wouldn't sell out?"

The collapse of divine authority was like a thousand-mile dike: it could easily be brought down by an ant's nest.

Hera, whose mind worked unlike that of any normal god, had paid no attention to these troubling little details. She was nearly driven mad by the Chaos Titans outside the Holy Mountain.

Meanwhile, in a vast valley in the Vulture Dragon Mountain range, crowds filled the lush green grassland. More than a hundred thousand followers of the siblings Artemis and Apollo were packed into the valley.

They weren't at all panicked. Every trace of unease vanished the moment they witnessed their two revered major gods reunited with their own eyes.

"Sister! I'm so glad you're safe!" Apollo flashed a handsome smile, not even bothering to hide the tears of joy at the corners