As the entire Corridor of Starlight lit up, Poseidon withdrew his right hand and spoke leisurely.
"Chaos, it's been a while."
Chaos?
The rmaid Prince standing behind his father heard the na, blinked slightly, and a look of astonishnt crossed his face.
Chaos, the god of chaos, is said to be the beginning of everything in this world, the carrier of primal order, space, and ti, symbolizing void and darkness.
According to ancient mythological poems, Chaos existed first in ignorance and unchanging; then the gods rose together, breaking through chaos to give birth to the world. Nyx, the goddess of night and darkness and the legendary eldest daughter of the deity, inherited the strongest authority.
So, wasn't this legendary god of chaos already divided? How could he still exist?
While Triton was confused, the silver-white tal core imrsed in starlight in front of him, shaped like a sphere, lit up with several light patterns, flickering off and on, and a deep voice ca from within.
"True god Poseidon, you've co again..."
Looking at the silver-white tal core that responded, Triton wore a puzzled expression on his face.
Chaos—Is it this?
As if seeing the bewildered expression on his son's face, Poseidon chuckled in response.
"As you thought, this is 'Chaos', the first giant of the Bronze Age to awaken. It used itself as a blueprint and the gods as a template to create the Twelve Olympians of the Bronze race, naming itself after the god of chaos, symbolizing the beginning of all creation for its race. Eventually, they summoned divine retribution, leading to the extinction of the entire Bronze Age civilization, sinking it beneath the sea."
"The world was born from creation and was made whole through it, you created us, why can't we create new life?"
Hearing Poseidon's recounting of that history, the silver-white tal core voiced a puzzled counter-question.
Then, it paused, and the tal core inside resounded with an even more somber voice.
"To denounce our creations as blasphemy and bring down disasters is beyond understanding, beyond agreent..."
"Because you overstepped your bounds!"
Poseidon snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Those who usurp a divine na and covet divine power invite their destruction, it is their own fault!"
"Then what about you? How co you remain unscathed—descendants of the Titans with the bloodline of rebellion against the gods, who stole the divine authority of creation?"
"..."
Facing this blunt question, Poseidon found himself speechless, his facial muscles twitched slightly.
At a loss for words, the Sea God, after a mont of silence, could only grimly change the topic.
"Enough, I didn't co here to chat with you, there's serious business to discuss."
"Please proceed..."
"The gods have disappeared, and Zeus has been bound in Olympus, the world has entered a new era, you can leave this forbidden area now."
"But this era doesn't belong to us, and the situation might not be as safe as you say..."
The tal core shimred, its voice rational yet cold.
"Tell , what do you need us to do?"
"..."
Poseidon, easily seen through, suddenly found it hard to save face.
But ultimately, unable to quarrel with a tal sphere, the Sea God discarded his poor scheming and opted for a direct approach.
"The Three Fates have decreed that no chief god or higher beings may interfere in the order of the Mortal World, only deities and demigods are allowed down. You of the Bronze race are exactly under this restriction and are adept at combat, so I would like you to lend your 'chanical God' to follow my deploynt."
"Doesn't your Atlantis have a million-strong army? So many Golden Humans..."
"... Gone."
"What about the deities of the Sea of Okeanos since you are the king of the sea, commanding them would be better, right?"
"..."
As Poseidon listened, his face grew darker and darker, nearly able to wring ink from it.
He was really being reminded of his worst points!
If he could still command those frightened sea gods to continue working for him;
If the Sea God Temple and Atlantis were still as powerful and thriving as before;
If he hadn't lost half his paternal authority and still maintained his peak...
Would he really have co to this deep sea, face lowered, to ask these sensitive tallic beings for help?
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Poseidon bluntly dropped his pretense and threatened harshly.
"Have you said enough? If you still want to cover for you, give control of the 'chanical God'!"
"..."
The tal core fell silent for a mont, then solemnly reminded.
"Although we are grateful for your shelter and protection, my people cannot beco your cannon fodder, that was the agreed-upon matter."
In the past, the Bronze Giants overstepped their bounds by creating deities, which provoked Zeus's wrath, and they were subsequently destroyed by Zeus for it.
Fortunately, Poseidon secretly saved their core and spark, hiding them in this unreachable deep sea, allowing them to settle here and use the ocean's resources to recover and thrive.
In return, they provided Bronze Age technology, bringing a brilliant civilization to Atlantis.
Thus, both sides coexisted peacefully for many years, but now it seed that balance might be disrupted.
"Tis change, my divine authority isn't what it used to be; without my protection, your future might not be easy. When Zeus gets a chance to strike, bestowing upon you another calamity wouldn't be impossible."
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