"But I can make you a sword using a piece of myself. Unlike Hephaestus's sword, you will use death itself as your sword."
Atlas didn't think much of these words and became happy, but the strange expressions on the faces of every god and goddess, including Nyx, were enough to tell him that something was wrong.
"Have you lost your mind?" Nyx asked her son, Thanatos.
Thanatos shook his head from side to side and said, "You're placing your faith in Atlas, aren't you, mother? I want to do the same… but in a slightly more extreme way."
"What's going on?" Atlas asked suddenly, the joy on his face gone, replaced by a strange expression.
When Atlas asked this question, it was Selene who was speaking to him again. Atlas had grown accustomed to hearing the voice of the Ancient Goddess… Of course, he wasn't complaining.
"This… is a bit complicated, dear Atlas. It's really complicated," Selene said.
