In the Hall of Gods, less than a day later, Zeus held another meeting.
Just like yesterday, he still wasn't letting everyone join in.
Calling the gods over was merely to announce the meeting's results and tell them to obey orders honestly, without entertaining any random thoughts.
The gods indeed had plenty of thoughts. It was only because this was an invasion by an outside race, fundamentally different from the ten-year Titanomachy, that the fence-sitters had not vanished without a trace yesterday.
The deeper reason was not that they understood the truth that lips gone meant teeth would feel the cold.
It was because the demon race took no prisoners and accepted no surrendering troops. Wherever their army passed, not even chickens or dogs were spared, cutting off any hope they had.
Slightly different from yesterday, Hades was absent. He had already returned to the Underworld to hold the fort.
After Hecate proposed that every god on the Divine Mountain retreat to the Underworld, only for Zeus to reject it and even have her thrown out, Hades had been feeling rather displeased.
He did not mind Zeus entering the Underworld and standing on equal footing with him, yet Zeus thought the Underworld was too dark and refused to go.
Ptooey!
That shameless bastard. That was not what he had said back when they drew lots.
At the time, Zeus had described the Underworld as a paradise on earth: vast lands, abundant resources, rich produce, birdsong and flowers everywhere, and beautiful women running around all over the place.
After saying that, he had worn a mournful expression as though his father had died, angrily lamenting that his unlucky hand had drawn the sky.
After being rejected by Zeus, Hades felt extremely conflicted.
He hoped the war would conclude perfectly, and that