The moment Hades and Nyx departed from the Fates, the entity—the intruder lodged deep within Porphyrion's soul—stirred violently.
It was a sensation akin to dread, though it had long since transcended such mortal terms.
But this… this was close.
They had noticed it.
Not just the faint ripples it caused across the cosmos or the whispers in mortal dreams.
They saw it.
And that changed everything.
For too long, it had remained buried in shadows, burrowed deep in the psyche of a war-mad giant.
It had acted with care, subtly whispering to Porphyrion and, through him, guiding the rebirth of Gigantomachy.
And further still, it had extended faint tendrils toward Gaia, the Earth Mother, nudging her thoughts.
It never tried to control her outright though, Gaia was far too powerful for it to work.
But influence? Suggestion? That it could do.
And it had worked.
Gaia's resentment of Olympus was a wide-open wound, and the entity merely added salt to it.
