Hermes had initially held onto a sliver of hope despite everything he had seen. Yes, all of this seemed strange and terrifying. But he was not the strongest of the higher beings in this universe. So if there was something he didn't understand or feared, it was only natural.
He could still count on Zeus, Poseidon, or even Hades if the situation became dire. If necessary, he could even seek an alliance with the Archangels or Demon Kings if the threat was greater than they could handle.
But then Zeus had just said that this was something ancient—something that not even he, the Angels, or the Demons were prepared to face.
If that was the case, what could they possibly do about it?
"What are you saying, Zeus?" Hermes asked, a growing unease spreading through his chest.