"Athena, don't delay, we don't have much time left," Apollo said with a knowing smile.
"I understand now." Athena, feeling sorrow over the irretrievable loss of Metis, used the giant axe to turn over the clots of Zeus's blood and got back to work.
"Didn't Dimogogan leave already?" Celene watched the two Greek gods with interest... Although Toril deities might also have various reasons to kill their parents, it seemed none did it as thoroughly as the Greek Gods.
Yet, even from Hill's straightforward explanation, Celene could tell... if this were Toril, Zeus would have long been dead, without a trace left.
There wouldn't be so many unlucky children like now.
Obviously, Athena and the other two are just among the stronger and more capable ones, but it doesn't mean...
Wait...
Celene suddenly turned to look at Hill: "Athena and the others are in such a hurry, could it be that there are more siblings of theirs waiting to continue this?"
