Enslavement of the Gods

The Sun God's fear was not limited to Raven.

Raven was also the fear in Zeus's heart.

Of course.

Though he could empathize with the Sun God, for Zeus to admit it himself still felt like a blow to his pride. So even though he had already compromised inwardly, he still had to keep up appearances.

Lightning flowed beneath their feet, while the stars watched silently from afar.

"Do not challenge my authority."

Already driven paranoid by Kratos and the prophecy of Ragnarok, Zeus tightly seized the Sun God and leaned close, his glowing white eyes fixed on him as he issued a low warning.

At this, the Sun God felt somewhat intimidated, yet he still spoke up to remind him.

"You know him. He never truly leaves." The Sun God's voice was almost a whisper. "If we slaughter these mortals, he will surely seize the chance to fly back."

"And this time, we do not even know what he wants. He may very well use this opportunity to attack us again. Perhaps those civilians are merely tools he is using to lure us into giving him a reason to strike."

It had to be said, the Sun God's analysis had hit precisely at Zeus's paranoia.

His worries were Zeus's worries as well.

Silence spread between the King of Gods and the Sun God. In the distance, the surviving humans helped one another to their feet. Some began building temporary shelters from broken stones, while others wiped clean short swords found on corpses—there were no prayers, no tears, only a silent determination unfamiliar to the gods.

"You are right. We cannot let Raven have his way."

Perhaps after weighing it in his heart for a long time and finding himself an excuse to back down, Zeus slowly loosened his fingers