Not only the Sun God's fear is the Raven.
Zeus's fear is also the Raven.
Of course.
Although he can empathize with the Sun God, Zeus finds it hard to admit this himself, so even if he has compromised in his heart.
He still needs to put on a front.
Lightning flowed beneath their feet, and the stars silently watched from afar.
"Do not challenge my authority."
Already plagued by Kratos and the prophecy of Ragnarok, Zeus, paranoid, clutched the Sun God tightly, glaring with eyes glowing white as he whispered a warning in the Sun God's ear.
To this.
The Sun God, somewhat frightened, still spoke to remind him.
"You know, he never truly leaves." The Sun God's voice was nearly a whisper, "If we slaughter these mortals, he will surely seize the opportunity to fly back."
"And this time, we don't even know what he wants. He might utilize this chance to launch another attack on us, maybe those civilians are tools he uses to lure us and give him a reason to strike."
It has to be said.
This analysis of the Sun God truly hit the mark of Zeus's paranoia.
His worries were also Zeus's worries.
Silence spread between the Divine King and the Sun God. In the distance, the surviving humans were helping each other stand up, some began building temporary shelters with rubble, others wiped short swords found on corpses—no prayers, no cries, only a strange, silent determination unfamiliar to the gods.
"You're right, we cannot let the Raven succeed."
Perhaps after a long mental weighing and finding a way out, Zeus finally unclenched his fingers. The phantom of the Olympus Sword dissipated into golden light specks.
"My child, you seem to have grown timid." He finally said coldly, turning with his white robe stirring up a thundercloud, "But today, I permit your timidity."
This is the last performance.
"As long as Olympus stands, we will forever control the rules." Zeus's voice was low yet firm. After he finished, he said no more and transformed into a giant eagle that blocked out the sun.
The wings spread, stirring up a storm, lightning flickered between its feathers. A long screech pierced the night sky, the giant eagle soared upwards, piercing through the clouds, heading toward the distant Mount Olympus.
"We control the rules, but we've controlled them for too long."
The Sun God watched the departing back, the light of the Sun Chariot dimming slightly. He knew this wasn't a compromise, but a weighing—a fear of that Raven eventually outweighed the tyrant's wrath.
And high above, unreachable by the clouds, a pitch-black Raven circled silently, its silver-gray right eye reflecting the ant-like busy humans below, and...the hastily retreating thunderclouds at the horizon.
It tilted its head.
Letting out a clear, mocking caw. Ian was also flying, following Zeus, tailing him, only his target wasn't an island country girl but the King of Gods.
To this.
Zeus felt a tingling in his scalp.
Increasingly feeling that the Sun God's assumptions were reasonable, he didn't dare turn back to question, only hoped that the other still needed something from him, so he pretended not to notice and flew straight back to his lair.
Divine Residence.
Mount Olympus.
The Raven's wings also swept through the clouds, Ian circled high above, his silver-gray right eye reflecting the splendid palace atop Mount Olympus. He knew, behind that radiant golden light, countless pairs of eyes were tightly watching him—Zeus's Thunder Eyes, Hera's Jealousy Eyes, Athena's Cunning Gaze...
"Such enthusiasm." Ian chuckled softly, tilting his wings slightly, gliding towards the northern side of the mountain. He knew every move he made was under the watch of the gods, but as long as he didn't directly intrude on the Holy Mountain, Zeus wouldn't tear off the mask just yet. After all, that old eagle knew—cornering the Raven would come at a price.
"What are they afraid of?" Ian deliberately slowed his pace, a hint of amusement flashing in his silver-gray eyes, "Afraid I would steal their Golden Apple? Or...afraid I would tear down their lair again."
Ian wasn't a demolition captain.
So he didn't intend to scare the gods or tear down their new home.
"I have my own purpose for coming here."
The cold wind howled, and Ian's thoughts rapidly churned.
He needed a divine heart, but the living Greek Gods clearly wouldn't voluntarily donate, so he was just planning to see if there were any dead gods nearby Mount Olympus.
Ian could dig up a corpse to get a divine heart—Zeus certainly wouldn't give it to him, instead, it would touch on Zeus's sensitive psyche, so Ian had to rely on himself to search.
What?
The dead Kratos?
Kratos? He was no longer a god. Even though he had slain countless gods and even annihilated the Gods of Olympus, when Zeus stripped him of his Divine Power and demoted him to mortal, his divinity faded away.
Precisely because of this, the corpse of Kratos, who lost his Divine Power, can no longer be considered a god's body, so Ian naturally couldn't dig out a divine heart from Kratos's corpse.
"I need to find, where is the God's Tomb?"
He flew around Mount Olympus, overlooking this holy land from on high. The wind blew from all directions, carrying the scent of ashes from the burned Temples.
This was the gods' dwelling place, of course, it was beautiful, but Ian wasn't one to appreciate the scenery; in this ancient time, he was just a task machine without feelings.