"King of Gods, according to our previous agreement, if I lost, you could deal with me as you pleased. I only want to know how you intend to handle the Titans in the Abyss Prison?"
Cronus suppressed his complicated thoughts and got straight to the point.
Russell raised an eyebrow. The Titans in the Abyss Prison varied greatly in strength. The only fighting power he truly valued was Cronus, perhaps with Crius added at most.
There could not be any more.
But leaving over a hundred strong men to eat dirt in the abyss was too wasteful. Bringing them out for a walk and using them as cannon fodder would be fine too.
Just as Russell was about to speak, Poseidon muttered from the side, "It would be better to keep them locked up. If they're released, they might cause..."
"Hmm!?"
Cronus gave a nasal snort and looked over with an unreadable expression.
He was unwilling to fight Russell not only because years of cooling his heels in a tiny cell had tempered his former temper, and because he knew his era had ended, but also because he wanted to trade for the Titans' freedom.
Of course, the main reason was that he could not win.
And Poseidon's words happened to strike Cronus's sore spot. If Russell decided to keep the Titans imprisoned because of this, he swore he would tear Poseidon to pieces.
Under his old father's kind and loving gaze, Poseidon immediately curled into a ball and hid behind Hades.
Facing Cronus's gaze head-on, Hades's hair stood on end. He only felt that fatherly love was as great as a mountain. Unable to bear the burden, he silently stepped aside and let Poseidon enjoy that fatherly love alone.
Poseidon looked around and discovered that Hades was not the