After parting ways with Epimetheus, I immediately set my feet towards the Underworld.
If I can meet Prometheus, who must have persuaded Atlas, and finish the conversation with the three brothers of Hecatoncheires well, I should be able to advance towards Olympus.
As I returned to the Underworld, a familiar face greeted me.
A massive giant, grinning as he looked my way.
It was Atlas, the great Titan who had once held up the heavens.
He gazed at me with a strange mix of emotions.
"Hey. Is that Hades?"
"Atlas."
"I was really surprised when I heard from Prometheus. That loyal servant of Zeus plotting a rebellion."
A loyal servant of Zeus, huh...
"Ha. Yes, I decided to stop being that loyal servant and become the king of the gods."
"Oh? Good. I’m just glad I don’t have to hold up the heavens anymore."
"The heavens should now be held by Zeus."
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Clap.
Clap.
Prometheus, who had been watching us from a little distance, clapped his hands and smiled with satisfaction.
"Hehehe! Good. Very good. Did you manage to persuade my little brother? Hades?"
"Epimetheus will break the mountains and return to the Underworld."
"Hmm. Then what remains is..."