Theron looked at the dumbfounded gods before him, the smile on his face growing ever more obvious as he repeated, "And then?"
"I was the one who told him to take the sacred fire. What do you want to say about that?" Theron added. "And besides, what do you mean by stealing? I had him preserve the last spark. I was helping the gods."
"Come to think of it, you should be thanking him."
Hearing this, Prometheus casually added, "No need to thank me."
The gods: "...?"
The gods were completely baffled. They had no idea what nonsense Theron was talking about, but they vaguely seemed to realize something.
Zeus's heart sank completely. He understood that Theron intended to protect Prometheus.
Even if it meant standing against every god.
Poseidon: Destroy Theron and Take the Goddesses!
"Theron, do you even know what you're saying?!"
Under the stunned gazes of all the gods, Poseidon's furious voice roared like a tsunami. The hot-tempered sea god could hardly believe what he had just heard.
What did he mean, Prometheus had not stolen the sacred fire but preserved the spark, and the gods should not punish him but thank him instead?
He had seen people talk nonsense before, but never this much nonsense. Was he not even bothering to pretend anymore?
Poseidon had never liked Theron to begin with, and now he was even more enraged. If Zeus had not stopped him, he might already have attacked in a fury.
Even with Zeus holding him back, however, his nearly devouring glare never left Theron.
The other gods did not react as violently, but their expressions were no less hostile.
Almost everyone present was a young third-generation god, or even fourth-generation gods like Athena, Apollo, and Artemis. They did not know what Theron had done