Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Under the scorching midday sun, the Corycian mountain range was as tranquil as ever.

Perhaps it was because the most terrifying monsters had once visited this place, leaving behind an aura that ordinary people could hardly detect. In any case, not only did common beings avoid the nearby area as if their lives depended on it, but even the demonic monsters were reluctant to approach the mountain range.

Standing halfway up the slope, Zephyrus silently awaited the Divine King's emergence from the cave.

The bone-grinding, soul-penetrating noise that was there before had vanished, and quietude followed suit. In the mind of the God of the West Wind, Zeus must have freed himself from the shackles of Typhon's power. However, as he waited left and right, Zephyrus had yet to see Zeus emerge from the cavern.

It was as if the previous commotion had been an illusion, which for a moment puzzled the West Wind God, but he wasn't very willing to go in and check.

If the Divine King had not met with any accidents, then his continued presence inside might mean he had matters to attend to, and disturbing him at this time wouldn't be wise. And if the Divine King had encountered an accident... that would likely mean Typhon had left behind some other trap.

Although, no matter how one looked at it, the arrogant monster didn't seem like the type to set up contingencies, anything was possible. In such a scenario, Zephyrus certainly didn't want to invite trouble.

Therefore, the West Wind God stood still, choosing to wait outside instead.

Time slowly ticked away. During the wait, with the omnipresent sound of the wind, Zephyrus thought he heard some odd noises. But they seemed to be blocked by some force, creating a faint, almost unperceivable sensation.

However, the Wind God didn't invest extra energy into this, quickly dismissing those thoughts. After all, while the place currently seemed safe, nobody could guarantee that Typhon wouldn't take a wild fancy to return here. With tension in the air, it was natural for some anomalies to be momentarily put to the back of his mind.

Time continued to march on.

God knows how much time had passed, but at a certain moment, just as Zephyrus was starting to consider calling out to check, he suddenly sensed some changes occurring from the cave behind him.

In that instant, the West Wind God shivered for reasons unknown. For a brief second, he felt as though he had journeyed back many years, to the time when he was but a subordinate of the second-generation Divine King Cronus... He had been ordered to the Underworld to monitor the activities of Mother Night and the Lord of the Spirit Realm, and he had successfully completed his mission.

"A fortunate omen indeed... It seems that His Majesty the Divine King is preparing some powerful weapon against Typhon?"

Coming back to his senses, Zephyrus considered this familiar premonition as some kind of Primordial Deity-level terrifying threat.

But last time, it was he who had to confront such a threat, whereas this time, this fearsome thing seemed to have emerged at the hands of Zeus.

Without doubt, this must surely be a means prepared for Typhon. It appears just as the Divine King had mentioned before, he truly did have a way to deal with that monster.

"I thought he was just talking casually... Well yes, Divine Kings indeed have their ways, who could have foreseen Cronus being so formidable before the turn of an era?"

"Hmm, but this is none of my concern. Once this disaster is over, I'll probably become the new Principal God of Olympus."

Musing to himself, though Zephyrus's Divine Power was still lacking a bit, he believed this was not an issue.

The Divine King would find a way... Thinking of this, the Wind God couldn't help but once again marvel at his own luck.

Over the years, he always seemed to run into this or that trouble and was always assigned dangerous tasks, but somehow, each time the outcome was exceptionally good.

He attributed this to good fortune, for in the Mythic World, luck is indeed a tangible entity. Now was yet another ordeal, and the God of the West Wind believed that the result this time would be no exception. Discover stories at empire

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Inside the cave of the Corycian mountain range, Zeus had already reverted to his original form without anyone knowing when.

The golden-haired deity stood in a corner of the cave, beside a rock pillar. The stratum seemed to have been shaven off three layers by something, appearing smooth and polished.

The Divine King's face was expressionless, his right hand subconsciously pressed against his abdomen. Although everything was over, wave after wave of non-existent phantom pain continued to surge into Zeus's heart.

The Divine King admitted that, like many deities of Olympus, he indeed had a preference for many 'beautiful' things, and could even appreciate the delicacy of male beauty, but by all means, as a standard Chaos male god, Zeus had always been inclined to be the active partner.

Neither he nor the likes of Apollo in later generations ever took an interest in passivity, but today's event undeniably challenged his perceptions. For the sake of world peace, for the stability of the present, and for the Fates to be born without hindrance, he made such a sacrifice, performing such a deed while holding the dignity of a Divine King.

Thinking this, the Divine King silently vowed in his heart that he would not allow a second sentient being to know what had happened today... Fortunately, indeed no one was able to notice here.

After all, that human prince had been soundly asleep under the power of Zeus, and the God of the West Wind had not entered either. Let all of this be buried in history, after today, the people will only remember that in a critical moment, the favored Divine King of the present drew power from fate and from the very blood and bone extracted by Typhon to bring forth three goddesses.