Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a God
Even if Aresios's divine core shattered while saving me, I would never go back.
On the third day of Aresios's slumber, the Elder Titan Oceanus descended upon the remote mountain village in a hurry.
After only three mortal months, the ancient titan who had always stood so far above everything now had a touch of weariness in his brow. He bowed his head before me, his tone softer than ever before.
For the first time in his life, he even bowed to me in apology.
Perhaps it was the retribution of fate. Without the God of War to hold the line, the borders of the divine court had suffered several terrifying invasions from the chaos. And Aresios, Olympus's only hope, was now in this half-dead state.