Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 475 - 132: Startled Awake

Night.

The destruction of the fantasy world did not affect the mortal realm, for the winter brought about by Demeter continued unabated.

The cold wind came from the north, and disputes and killings became more frequent. In order to fight for the limited food, the conflicts between man and beast, man and man, intensified, and only during such deep nights could a semblance of peace from days past be restored.

However, this was just the mortal realm; Olympus saw no such change. The deities were not bound by day and night, nor did they suffer from lack of clothing or food due to the winter. Therefore, at this moment on Mount of the Gods, the power that shrouded each divine palace lit up the night sky, much like the scattered stars upon the earth.

As always, the immortal deities reveled in all they had... but this night, the pantheon was doomed to restlessness.

...

Boom—

In the depths of the night, the normally tranquil sky was suddenly shattered by a clap of thunder, startling all the creatures within and beyond Mount Olympus.

The thick clouds gathered, seemingly signaling a heavy rain to come. However, the climate on Mount Olympus was never naturally occurring; everything here was a reflection of the will of the deities. So for a time, figures flew out from all corners of Mount Olympus.

Some were still not fully dressed, some had been pondering trinkets brought back from the mortal realm, and a very few had been awakened from sleep—although they were the minority.

A deity could sleep, but it was not a necessity, and only a very few chose to do so. This night, on Mount Olympus, not a single powerful deity had spent their time in slumber.

This made their reactions swift, but as a consequence, they missed much, for when the fantasy world shattered, much like Hades’s dreams, a certain intangible fluctuation spread out.

The imaginary needed an imaginary vessel to bear it, and sleep was the finest recipient, but this clearly was not meant for deities who were always awake... Of course, this wasn’t such a great loss.

Apart from not knowing why Zeus had always seemed uninterested in the Goddess of Beauty, his pursuing of pleasures had never ceased. It was just that those who hadn’t borne him offspring were less known.

The deity in charge of marriage had the most failed marriage of all... Hestia shook her head slightly, giving Hera a sympathetic look. However, the Heavenly Empress showed little reaction.

As time passed, she had grown accustomed to it since, after all, most deities were like this. As long as no more bastard children popped up and he didn’t run off to mingle with mortals in the mortal realm, then Hera could only let it be.

As the two conversed, more deities appeared in midair, all alerted by Zeus’s display of power. Yet, regarding the thunder summoned unexpectedly by the Divine King, the deities had no clue.

But soon, as the God of West Wind arrived, the pantheon ceased their discussions.

"It seems Zeus has sent you to call us over, hasn’t he?"

Looking at the newcomer, Hestia asked first.

"Yes, His Majesty has summoned you."

Bowing slightly, Zephyrus replied respectfully.

Even as times had changed, in facing the Goddess of Hearthfire, he remained as reverent as ever.

...

At that same moment, at the summit of Mount Olympus, upon the throne at the center of the grand hall, Zeus sat with furrowed brows.

Having just awoken and inadvertently releasing his power, he had ordered Zephyrus to summon the deities, preparing to explain what had just occurred. But strictly speaking, he himself was not very clear on the particulars of the event.