The voice of the God of Sun echoed through space, that's what he said, and that's what he did.
He no longer targeted the God of Stars. Hyperion turned to the God of Meteorology, intending to teach his brother a lasting lesson and remind him of the pain the sun could bring.
"Is that so."
"What about this, then?"
The faint voice came from afar, it was Queen of Gods Rhea. Unbeknownst to others, she had briefly escaped the Mother of Light by using her special authority, and as a consequence, the other True Gods around her were made targets.
However, unlike her husband, the Goddess of Light Theia did not deliberately strike at those celestial bodies, instead, she even avoided them.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Hyperion didn't know what trick the other party was playing, but he still looked over. In the palm of the Queen of Gods, a small page shimmered with light.
"What is that—?"