The two gods—Hera and Apollo—had gone to THEY, dragging their pride through the mud like rotted corpses behind them, hoping, begging for help. Covering theft with murder. Mistakes with desperation.
THEY had listened.
And THEY had spoken.
In the coldest, most brutal truth, THEY had said they couldn't directly descend onto a Prime World like Earth without years—centuries even—of preparation. To do so would be to invite a war they weren't ready for. A war that would drag the Eldest Child of Existence into the field... or worse, rouse the Whole Mother herself. The consequences? Cataclysmic. Reality wouldn't survive the clash.
So instead, THEY offered her something else.
A weapon disguised as a mercy. A salvation wrapped in extinction.
Something the gods could use now, before Parker Nyxlith reached the full measure of his past power—before the youngest of the Existence's Bloodline rose to a place even his terrifying oldest sister would bow before.
