Chapter 25: Circumstances

Chapter 25: Circumstances



You know, sister, I was there. Watching Uncle Dream and the Old Fates negotiate is always good entertainment. Like two supernovas debating whether or not to explode.

- Apollo

The morning sun shone brightly on a colossal hall supported by massive columns. In the centre of it all was a long silver table with floating projections of battlefields from Europe, the Mediterranean, and the Atlantic. They glowed in argent light together, displaying the present situation on all fronts-surprisingly, there was nothing but order everywhere. Chaos, on the other hand, seems to have vanished from the face of the earth.

However, Hypnos knew that this was merely the calm before the storm. The world would soon be engulfed in the bloody embers of a catastrophic war.

The Primordial of Sleep dallied around the war table, his pale finger tracing the information on the battlefield projection. He was brooding lone in the main hall of Olympus-which had been completely concealed by him to obstruct any precognitive abilities—and waited for his council to convene for the epochal meeting.

He and Hera had returned to Olympus the day before. His beloved joyfully reunited with her mother and sisters, telling tales and stories of brilliant Egypt.

Meanwhile, Hypnos gathered all of his essence back to himself, except the one in his domain, to complete the last steps of his creation. He intended to open his realm to the world before the final battle of Gods and Titans, gaining a firm foothold over all of his concepts.

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Altogether, Dreaming was nearing completion, and he couldn't help but be excited. If his predictions were correct, the opening of his realm will increase his powers significantly while also allowing it to grow independently of his efforts. He needed strength now more than ever to face the chaotic future ahead of him and to realise his dreams.

'Heaven...' Hypnos mused, his gaze drifting over the projection of Europa in reckoning silence for a few depressing moments before shaking his head away from the dismal thoughts and focusing on the task at hand.

Aside from his dreamy times with Hera, a lot had happened in the previous year. The ascension of Zeus, his ever-proud disciple, was the most noteworthy of these.

Zeus successfully ascended to the position of Cosmic God, the highest echelon of the divine, under his training and guidance.

His cosmic endeavour was not without its own setbacks and failures-the God of Lightning suffered so much that many others would have relinquished if they were in his shoes, unable to bear the excruciating burden of the cosmos, but Zeus never gave up, pushing through it all and finally taking the first step in his cosmic path.

Despite his flaws, Hypnos was proud of Zeus. Nothing could ever deny his sheer will and determination, which allowed him to impress Hypnos time and time again.

Ultimately, Zeus had grown significantly stronger in the previous year. To a limited extent, he could tap into cosmic power, creating cosmic lightning with only his divinity. And with that alone, the God of Lightning surpassed almost all gods in power and might.

Hypnos thrummed the edges of the war table, his gaze turning towards the largest divine mountain in Greece-Mount Othrys. 'It should be enough,' he thought, his eyes filled with an imperceptible uncertainty.

The fated battle between Zeus and Kronos, two cosmic gods wielding the concepts of lightning and time, would define the outcome of the final war.

For all intents and purposes, the concept of time topped the concept of lightning in the infinite cosmos. But since Kronos had just scratched the surface of the power of time, the Zeus taught by Hypnos could easily overwhelm his father with his sheer conceptual power. Not to mention, his student even had the backing of Destiny.

So, why was Hypnos still uncertain? Kronos, the Crooked One, should have the backing of a Primordial. He was certain because his previous attempts to pry into the secrets of the Crooked One had been foiled by metal barriers that encased the mind of the Titan King like an eternal and impenetrable fortress.

The said primordial should be none other than Chronos, the personification of time and arguably the most powerful primordial in existence.

After determining this, Hypnos went to consult with his aunt. Gaea assured him that her brother would not interfere with the Titanomachy. And if Chronos supposes did, she'd be the first to know.

Hypnos, though, felt dubious. Even an indirect intervention from Chronos would completely tip the war in favour of the Titans. If the Primordial of Time granted Kronos greater access to his domain, Zeus would be completely defeated; no amount of training could prepare Zeus to match Kronos wielding the true might of time.

He must deal with this uncertainty before the final battle, though it could be said that he was just overly worried about this case. In the end, he did not want to take any chances. There was nothing wrong with being cautious.

They were known by several titles and honorifics, including the Seven Heavenly Virtues, the Seven Great Seraphs, the Weapons of God, the Generals of Heaven, the Winged Ones, the

White Ones, and the Judges.

Finally, they were none other than the Archangels of Heaven, the First Born of God.

Hypnos took his seat as the ominous words of the Fates began to resound in his mind,

especially the last words of the Mother.

'Always remember, dear to destroy heaven, chaos must once again rise.'

Yes, they meant it literally. The Fates were hoping that he would awaken Khaos, the Progenitor of Primordials, from "Her" eternal slumber. Their words were truly prophetic, after all who was better wake their creator from "Her" slumber than he, the Primordial of

Sleep.

Hypnos wryly smiled, but he took a breath and shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being, focusing on the urgent problem of the potential chaos of the ultimate war. 'It appears that I need to consult with Gaea again,' he decided glumly.

The door creaked open, and from within, immortals began to enter slowly, led by Metis and Prometheus, bringing a veil of solemnity and graveness to the main hall. Restraining his flying thoughts, Hypnos looked ahead and curtly nodded to their grave

greetings.

Out of the crowds, Hera bolted out towards him, her lips set on a smile that contrasted the somberness of the hall, melting it into an ephemeral serenity.

Hypnos returned her smile, rising from his seat and lightly kissing her. "Take your seat," he guided, and she nodded gently, treading to her seat at the long silver table.

The immortals didn't even bat an eye at them, as they also took their seats. It was old news that Hypnos and Hera were together on Olympus, though many suspected at first that their relationship was nothing more than a fling. But those voices quickly fell silent as time proved them wrong yet again.

The silver table where the immortals sat had been specifically redesigned for the council that was about to begin so that it could seat all the immortals-from every titan and god—and this was an epochal moment; every single soul in Olympian Hall felt it deep in their bones, a

juncture that will determine the fate of the world.

Hypnos rose from his seat of honour, bringing resounding silence throughout the table. "Last year was a memorable year for all of us," he began, his gaze passing through Zeus, Poseidon,

Hades, and finally settling on Hera. "It was a year of happiness and love, of change and progress, of serenity and tranquilly."

"However, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, confronted by the

harshness of reality."

"So here we are, gathered for the final council that will determine the fate of our pantheon, of

our world, of..." He paused in pensive silence, looking at the earnest immortals. "You."

"So, let's begin, shall we?"

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