The Greece Antagonist

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Muffled blasts continued to echo from behind, as the collapsing tunnels of the Underground Palace temporarily halted the pursuit of the giant spirits and Magic Beasts.

At this moment, Hercules, who was leading the remnants of the Argo Expeditionary Army toward the Titan Temple, felt familiar presences fading away. His body tensed, and then, with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, he charged at the creature emerging from the corridor.

"Come at me, you spawn of the deep!"

In Hercules' hands, the Nameless Axe Sword swirled like a hurricane, obliterating any Magic Beasts and giant spirits that stood in his way into a pulpy mess.

At the same time, the Divine Blood within the future Hercules neared boiling, thick blood mist erupting from his pores and forming a tangible crimson blaze over his skin, making him resemble a mad lion dashing through the darkness toward its prey.

But such a dazzling target inevitably drew more attention from Magic Beasts and giant spirits.

Creatures supercharged with Divinity and Magic Power surged continuously from all directions, the remaining Argo Heroes following close behind Hercules, using their flesh and blood to withstand the pressure from all sides.

Within the hour, they were resolutely focused on their mission: to escort Hercules to the Titan Temple at all costs.

However, not every Argo Hero possessed Hercules' ability to stand against a thousand.

Moreover, with the departure of Chiron, the Spartan twins, and other potent Divine Blood Heroes, along with the toll of the drawn-out battle, those left from the Argo Heroes were gradually becoming overwhelmed by the dangers along their path.

Thus, with the passage of time, the casualties among the Argo Heroes increased—they were either smashed into pulp by the giant spirits or torn apart by the packs of Magic Beasts.

Upon the long staircase built of blood and life, the Expeditionary Army pushed forward towards their destination with grim determination.

Meanwhile, in an ancient temple among the mountains.

The stars in the heavens flickered in and out of view beneath the dome, starlight weaving like threads, illuminating three figures standing side by side atop a dais.

Each of them held a spindle, a measuring rod, and shears, their gaze deep and indifferent as they looked down upon the Golden Scales that appeared in the midst of the temple.

On one side of the scales was a Thunder Light Star, shining brighter than the sun and moon, and on the other side was a dim and obscure cluster of stars.

In comparison, whether by mass or luminance, the former far exceeded the latter, causing the Golden Scales to tilt heavily toward the side of the Thunder Light Star.

But the outcome was not final.

A dynamic change was persistently levering the scales' tilted balance.

"Hum~~"

Amidst a dense humming sound, several dim stars fell from the Star Sea of the temple's dome, landing on one side of the scales, merging with the cluster there, bringing with them a hint of warmth and weight.

However, the cluster was too faint and dark, and the falling stars too small and dim.

Even though sand-like stars might fall into the cluster, they could not completely right the tipped scales.

Finally, in front of the scales, a graceful silhouette pursed her lips in thought, breaking the long silence within the temple.

"Is this not enough?"

"Not enough..."

The Three Fates standing upon the dais replied in unison, as serene and detached as ever.

Below the dais, Themis looked at the cluster on the other side of the scales, now gathered with countless stars, and unable to restrain herself, she looked up in anger.

"How many more sacrifices are needed before you intervene and stop this catastrophe?"

"Until 'Heavenly Destiny' tips..."

"'The Immutable' changes..."

"'The Order' alters..."

The Three Fates answered in succession, as emotionless as cold machinery.

Themis' clenched fist creaked as she countered sharply.

"So, for the sake of a mere seat on Mount Olympus, you would watch myriads of lives in the World suffer?"

"Are day and night equal in length? Are whales and ants equal in weight? Do the gods and mortals share the same longevity? Do stars and the sun share the same light? All things cannot be discussed as equals—they each have their own order and importance in the destiny's river. What we do is simply preserve the World's 'Order' and 'Heavenly Destiny.'"

The Three Fates calmly responded and then, looking at the Golden Scales still tilting towards the Thunder Light Star, they closed their eyes indifferently.

"It seems this is a pointless argument. You may leave,"

"Leave?"

Themis looked at her empty hands and shook her head with a sneer.

Three days prior, she arrived at the Temple of Fate alone, trying every possible way to persuade the Three Fates to intervene, only to earn a single opportunity.

—Since this is a war in the Mortal World, let's see if the 'Heavenly Destiny' borne by the human sacrifices can sway the 'Weight' that Zeus possesses.

The result, needless to say, was self-evident.

In this era, human life was as insignificant as weeds.

As a deity and emissary, Themis could choose to walk away.

But she had promised that man to bring dawn to this world plunged into endless night.

"So, 'Heavenly Destiny' is power, and the lives and deaths of the weak are trivial—that's the World as you see it..."

Themis gazed at The Three Fates on the dais, pausing after each word.

"That's rational but unfair."

"What gives you such an illusion? Themis? This world has never been fair, and neither is destiny!"

"Because there is none, hence, we strive!"

The Goddess of Justice responded passionately, reminded of the judicial Miracle a little fellow had crafted by hand in the Mortal World, her beautiful face showing a faint smile.