Soon, the Demon Species that heard the news also joined the bacchanal, voraciously devouring the abundant resources within the Sacred Garden.
Watching his subordinates strip the garden he considered his own private property clean like a swarm of locusts passing by, Alcyoneus, the King of Giants, felt his heart bleed.
But for the sake of the grand cause in his heart, and the esteemed position of Olympus, he could only put on a show of generosity, allowing his subordinates to partake in this debauched feast under the sun.
In an unnoticed corner, Prometheus, who had at some point arrived beneath the Divine Tree, decisively plucked several ripe Golden Apples to share with his brother Atlas.
The rich Earth Divinity flowed into their bodies, gradually healing the dark wounds left from years of punishment; the overwhelming Vitality washed over their somewhat decayed bodies, rejuvenating them with vigorous Life.