They knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed toward the sacred Mount Olympus, for they had all witnessed the heroic sight of Zeus, King of the Gods, shooting down the sun.
In their eyes, Zeus had saved the world and saved them. It filled them with incomparable shock, as well as heartfelt worship and reverence.
They had no idea that Prometheus, the god of foresight, had been the one to ask Zeus to intervene. They only believed the gods had protected them, so they erected grand altars to express their gratitude and pray for continued protection.
Prometheus watched these humans, who were not in a hurry to rebuild their homes and instead began worshipping the King of the Gods. His feelings were complicated. An indescribable emotion spread through his heart, yet he did not know how to name it.
He could only comfort himself. There was nothing wrong with humans being a little naive. The world was too cruel; ignorance was happiness.
At that time, he still did not know that this was merely the beginning.
The Hunting Goddess's Sense of Crisis
On Mount Olympus, Zeus directly decided who would receive the Sun Chariot, giving none of the other gods a chance to speak.
The gods dared not voice their anger, each harboring their own thoughts.
Apollo, meanwhile, was overwhelmed by this enormous surprise and immediately rejoiced.
If his twin sister, Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, had not given him a push, he might even have forgotten to offer his thanks.
Zeus looked at his exceptionally handsome son and nodded in satisfaction.
Apollo was the god of light. His laws were not especially powerful, and even with the Sun Chariot, he could not pose much of a threat.
To Zeus, such attractive but useless ornaments were exactly what he