The wing-broken Nymph, the heartless Titan Monster, the twisted Golden Corpse, the beheaded Bronze Giant... each consecutively entered her vision.
Zeus let out a cold snort, the thunder in his eyes stirring, his divine light striking like electricity, his terrifying power ripping apart the entire dark world.
A charming young girl within the grand hall let out a mournful cry, her complexion pale, covering the flashing Mark of Thunder over her chest, her gaze resentful.
"Father God, I was only joking with you, why get so angry?"
"You should know, the thing I hate the most is stepping out of line without restraint."
Zeus on his throne looked down at the enchantress who had destroyed several eras, his gaze cold and grim.
"I get it, I get it."
The girl named Pandora waved her hand dismissively, then blinked brightly, her curiosity piqued as she inquired.
"So, what dirty work do you want me to do for you this time?"
Zeus's face darkened, and he struck his divine staff on the ground.
A thunderbolt thick as a bucket struck down from the sky, electrocuting the young girl who let out a scream and instantly became docile, reluctantly changing her tone.
"Alright, what are your commands, Father God?"
"For now, secretly follow Perseus and Hercules as they complete their trials; any strange occurrences in the Mortal World involving them should be immediately reported to me."
Zeus commanded indifferently, then paused, a trace of cold fierceness flashing in his eyes.
"When necessary, you may 'assist' them..."
Hearing the deliberately emphasized syllable, the girl understood intuitively and bowed in response.
"I will heed your command, Father God."
Zeus nodded, struck his staff, and with a thunderbolt, tore open a portal, staring at the flowing red-black mud pouring through the hole and murmuring to himself.
"Don't disappoint me... Pandora..."
Meanwhile, beneath the mountains of Thessaly.
Gigantic, ferocious forms gathered in a pitch-dark cave, two normal human-sized figures cloaked in black standing at the forefront of the group placed blood-drenched organs onto two ancient, tarnished bronze altars at the center, chanting archaic divine words.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
An eerie vibration spread, crimson and black sinister beams shot up from the altars, reaching towards the sky.
Inky clouds surged from all directions, wailing, roaring, whispering sounds merged into an insane cacophony; the stench of decay, blood, and madness mixed together, forming swirling, raging dragons that built two dark and dismal figures on the altar.
One was a dragon with a hundred heads, the other a Titan wielding a dark scythe.
— Demon Ancestor Typhon and Titan King Cronus.
In the cave, Divine Monsters once serving under Typhon and the giant race with rebel god's blood, upon seeing the two once-gods respond to their calls on the altar, couldn't help but emit ghostly wails and wolf howls.
Since the Titan War and the Battle with Typhon, the two defeated gods confined to Tartarus Hell had completely lost contact with the surface.
No matter how they called or what sacrifices were made, there had been no response.
Only recently, as conflict stirred in Olympus and seals of the Netherworld loosened, were they able to contact their former masters once again.
Yet, it was merely a minor connection.
An arcane vibration emanated from before the altar, the two cloaked figures listened momentarily then turned to interpret the divine will to the old gods' followers.
"Go, make a big scene, let the humans on the surface understand what [fear] is, what [death] is!"
The rising roars, like rolling thunder, echoed in the deep cavern, the faces of the Divine Monsters and giants revealing cruel and excited expressions.
They no longer had to hide like rats in this sunless underground.