This was an inevitable process of evolution. Theron had no intention of intervening.
Theron's original plan had been to rely on his absolute strength to protect Prometheus. As for whether the Silver humans lived or died, he would not interfere too much.
Zeus was only targeting those humans. Although Prometheus would make the God King feel threatened, Theron believed that with him mediating between them, Zeus might not offend him over such a minor concern.
Therefore, Theron felt there was a very good chance he could resolve this matter peacefully.
He could not even think of a reason why he might fail.
At worst, he would offend Zeus. He refused to believe that, under his protection, anyone in this world could still imprison Prometheus.
If even the God King could not do it, then the other gods certainly could not.
Yet Ananke had now come specifically to warn him, telling him that this would not work and was destined to fail.
It would be a lie to say he was not surprised. Theron frowned deeply and said nothing for a moment.
He did not doubt Ananke. She was his subordinate deity, and for the time being, their interests were bound together. She had no reason to deceive him, nor would there be any point in doing so.
He merely wanted to know what exactly Ananke had seen and what she was trying to tell him.
But before he could ask, Ananke smiled at him as though she already knew what he wanted to say. A bad feeling suddenly rose in Theron's heart.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the aura of the Goddess of Joy before him turned completely cold. A pair of utterly emotionless eyes stared at him, still as an ancient well.
Theron: "..."
Theron forcibly swallowed the