A sun appeared above Olympus Holy Mountain. Light broke through the gathering darkness, turning the world bright as day.
But this sun was not quite like the real one.
The real sun was a star undergoing constant fusion, so hot that if it descended upon Blue Star, it would burn the entire planet to glass in an instant.
When this sun rose, however, all things began to flourish. The grass and trees clinging to Olympus Holy Mountain grew wildly, as though life had been poured into them.
Different or not, it was still a sun. As it rose, the bats left rigid on the ground by the gods' divine might shrieked as though acid had been splashed in their faces.
God had cursed the vampires. He had given them near-immortal lives and strength beyond the ordinary, but set them against humanity and condemned them never to see the sun.
Driven by the agony, some bats actually broke free of the divine pressure. Screaming, they flapped into places the sunlight could not reach and hid.
The instant the sun rose, Bilborn let out a terrible cry. He flapped his wings through the daylight and flew beneath a great tree.
"The Sun Chariot! That's Apollo!"
"So it wasn't just Athena, Hera, Poseidon, and Hades who betrayed Zeus. Even Apollo turned against him."
"How do you know Apollo betrayed Zeus? Maybe he's here to help him."
"If he wanted to help Zeus, he would've done it already. Why wait until now?"
"Maybe he only just defeated the rebels?"
"..."
In Zhang Hua's livestream chat, everyone argued over whether Apollo had joined the rebellion. Their quarrel had no effect on what was happening on Olympus.
The sun descended before Zeus's palace. A male god stepped out of it, his body so perfectly formed it