Chapter 507: The God-King of Titans Awaits Revival, and the Titan Queen Chooses to Leave the “Earth, Water, Fire, Wind—four Demon Gods.”(Bonus Chapter 1)
"Earth, Water, Fire, Wind—four Underworld Warriors."
Persephone pondered these connections quietly.
At that moment, the gates of the Underworld opened, and Grom, Wendini, Salamanda, and Sylph emerged, their presence commanding attention.
One by one, they introduced themselves with unwavering loyalty:
"Earth Illusion Star: Earth Spirit, Grom."
"Earth Shattering Star: Water Spirit, Wendini."
"Earth Craft Star: Fire Spirit, Salamanda."
"Earth Flying Star: Wind Spirit, Sylph."
"Kneel before His Majesty!"
The four Underworld Warriors knelt in unison, their gazes filled with boundless devotion toward Hades.
Hades slowly opened his eyes, his expression impassive as he studied the four warriors before him. With a flick of his fingers, four beams of light descended before them. Each beam materialized into a weapon:
- The Shield of Earth
- The Staff of Water
- The Sword of Fire
- The Bow of Wind
Their names seemed simple, but these items were the perfect Underworld Artifacts for their respective wielders.
Hades spoke in a calm, commanding tone. "You may withdraw."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The four warriors accepted their artifacts with reverence and departed swiftly.
For any Underworld Warrior, their artifact was a sacred treasure, uniquely suited to them. These weapons were more than mere tools—they were extensions of their very being.
As the four warriors left, Hestia let out an exasperated sigh. "Ugh, keeping up appearances is so exhausting! Pretending to be solemn isn't my style—it's so dull!"
Persephone, smiling subtly, teased her sister-in-law. "You don't have to pretend, you know. Why not try acting natural for once and see how it goes?"
"Eh…" Hestia clicked her tongue. "But wouldn't that just embarrass him? It'd reflect poorly on my little brother, and that's no good."
Persephone covered her mouth to stifle a laugh but said nothing more. She knew Hestia's carefree demeanor masked a deep awareness of the boundaries she never crossed, especially when outsiders were present.
Despite her apparent flippancy, Hestia never acted thoughtlessly in situations where her brother Hades or Persephone might be affected. It wasn't just about maintaining decorum—it was her way of showing respect.
At that moment, a soft sigh echoed through the room. The shadowy figure of Rhea appeared, walking toward them. She looked at Hestia with a mixture of amusement and resignation.
"Hestia, your personality hasn't changed at all."
"Mother Goddess!" Hestia greeted her warmly, grinning. "These are all just minor things! Nothing to worry about!"
"You…" Rhea shook her head gently, though there was no reproach in her tone. She looked up at Hades and Persephone, her expression becoming more complex as if she had something to say but couldn't quite find the words.
Before she could speak, Hades broke the silence. "Mother, you intend to leave."
His calm yet penetrating voice cut through the stillness, as though he had already glimpsed her intentions.
Rhea sighed softly. "I knew I couldn't hide this from you. Yes, I… I must leave."
Persephone and Hestia fell silent, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions.
Rhea's presence in the Underworld had been understated, yet her contributions were monumental. She had strengthened the realm in countless ways. Anyone with even a shred of understanding recognized the immense value of her time there.
However, Rhea's nature was well-known. She and Metis were opposites in every way—Rhea prioritized her husband, Cronus, above all else, while Metis placed her children at the center of her world.
Now, with the faint stirrings of Cronus's return, Rhea's choice was clear.
"Mother, you are aware that Father's revival is uncertain," Hades said evenly. "Your current form is merely a projection. Without Father's return, your essence cannot be fully restored. If you leave the Underworld now, your projection will dissipate upon exposure to the Mythical World's energies."
Rhea nodded slightly. "I understand, Hades. But I can feel it—my husband is close to awakening. Even if it's just a feeling, it's enough for me to act. I must be there when he returns."
Hades regarded his mother silently for a moment. Then, with a faint nod, he raised his hand. A divine light shimmered in his palm, flowing into Rhea's projection. Slowly, her fading form began to stabilize, merging with a stone likeness of her original self.
Moments later, Rhea's figure seemed to fully materialize, though it was only a temporary restoration powered by Hades's divine energy.
"Mother, this is the best I can do," Hades said quietly. "This will sustain you for no more than a million years once you leave the Underworld."
Rhea smiled softly. "A million years is more than enough. Thank you, Hades. I am truly sorry to burden you like this."
"Mother," Hades replied, his tone calm, "you owe no apologies. You've already done more than enough for me. If I can repay even a fraction of that, it's only right."
Rhea looked at her son, her gaze filled with warmth and gratitude. Though her heart remained tethered to her husband, she could not deny the pride and affection she felt for her children.
Persephone and Hestia, standing nearby, exchanged quiet glances. Neither spoke, sensing that no words could adequately address the bittersweet gravity of this moment.
Rhea finally turned to leave, her figure illuminated by Hades's divine light. Though her heart ached with the weight of her departure, she carried with her the hope of reuniting with Cronus and the knowledge that her children would continue to thrive, even in her absence.
As her form faded into the distance, the air in the Underworld grew still once more, the lingering presence of the Titan Queen a poignant reminder of the bonds that tethered gods and mortals alike.
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