Return to the rightful owner

It was an utterly subversive sight.

Cronus, Zeus's father, sat right down on the ruins of Zeus's temple. His enormous Chaos-touched body made him a mountain all by himself.

The Chaos Titans under his command followed his example, crushing the temples of the Twelve Main Gods into rubble beneath them.

And the owners of those temples had scattered like birds and beasts, nowhere to be found.

What could feel better than sitting on the throne of a sworn enemy and singing triumphantly of your return?

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha!" Cronus's hearty laughter, full of the satisfaction of revenge, echoed across the entire Olympus Holy Mountain.

The Titans who laughed along with him had been imprisoned since the previous generation, only breaking free quite recently.

Even though they had long since become unrecognizable, and some Titan Gods had even lost their minds, they still remembered their hatred for Zeus.

Cronus had once been the god of agriculture. Now, what grew across the holy mountain were bizarre clusters of crystals brimming with Chaos energy.

Cluster after cluster, they transformed the mountain that countless Greeks yearned for and worshipped without end into a terrifying place fit to be called a realm of ghosts—all in the space of half a day.

Its former holiness had vanished completely. Now, sinister biological tissue, wildly sprouting crystal clusters, and metal spikes jutting out at all angles had turned the holy mountain into a Chaos stronghold.

When Artemis saw this through Lein's interstellar vision, she naturally grew despondent.

She had deeply complicated feelings about this place.

Hera had driven her and Apollo's mother out of the holy mountain, but Zeus himself had later brought the siblings to the mountain and made them two of the Twelve Main Gods.

Perhaps the temples of Artemis and Apollo, who had not yet been