Was the Queen of the Underworld no longer appealing, or had the Sea Queen risen to prominence?
Russell did not quite understand Zeus's foolish choice. If he had been sitting in the King of Gods' seat, he would not have hesitated for a moment. He would have led the Twelve Olympians straight into the Underworld, seized the King of the Underworld's palace that very night, and made Hades sleep in the stables.
"There's nothing strange about it. To Zeus, Mount Olympus is more than just a symbol of status."
Athena, who had remained silent all this time, slowly spoke. "Zeus is the leader of the Twelve Olympians, the god of gods. Abandoning Mount Olympus would mean that although he would still be the leader of the Twelve Olympians, he would no longer be the god of gods."
"So stepping down works like that too?"
Russell narrowed his eyes. Had he known, he should have decisively blown up the Divine Mountain back then.
To his shame, he had even planted the bombs.
The Ocean of Darkness lurking beneath the Mount Olympus range, along with his avatar—the indescribable ball of flesh—had been steadily growing while absorbing power. One day, after hollowing out the earth, it would be able to snap Mount Olympus in two.
"This is also one of the restrictions imposed by Zeus's Divine Authority. But for the same reason, he is at his strongest on the Divine Mountain."
Athena explained that during the ten-year Titanomachy, Zeus had defeated the Titans while standing atop Mount Olympus. He had then been crowned King of Gods there and granted power to the gods. The Divine Mountain had long since become a part of his Divine Authority.
"Also, if you want to destroy the Divine Mountain, I advise you not to waste your time.