Within the gigantic walls of Olympus, at the lower part of the enormous mountains, there was a great esplanade made of grayish bricks. In the middle of that plaza, an enormous pit opened. It was so large that hundreds of people could fit within its diameter.
Around the enormous hole, two statues of Greek sphinxes and two statues of sirens faced one another. Lit torches burned above their heads. The statues were the size of three average humans.
Hermes led the procession together with dozens of Mycenaean warriors, called heroes, who paraded Epona, Ana, Anpiel, Menrva, and Susanoo in chains. The five gods had adamantine chains, and almost all the ichor in their bodies had been extracted to keep them weak and exhausted. Their shackles were connected by chains so they would walk in a line.
The five gods were dressed in prisoner’s clothing; that is, ragged dark-colored tunics. All of them looked depressed and filthy.
“So this is how everything ends?” Ana asked with a sorrowful expression. Her eyes were red because she had not been able to stop crying over the deaths of her friend Tania and little Tul.
“I suppose so. This is the end…” Epona replied with the same expression. “It only hurts that I couldn’t say goodbye to Rodrigo.”
Then Epona began to cry while biting her lips, filled with pain.
“Pray endeavour to maintain thy composure. We never did surrender, and we were vanquished as warriors,” Susanoo interrupted. “I know Tul-chan shall, at this very moment, be in a better place.”
“At least we will be together,” Anpiel added.
One of the Greek heroes lightly stabbed Epona’s abdomen with his spear, since she was leading the procession. Because the goddess had stopped walking as she broke into tears, she was preventing the others from moving forward.
“Girl, move,” the man said while continuing to stab the equine goddess.
Epona swallowed and thought of Rodrigo.
“I know you will rescue us from this place… I have faith in that,” the goddess said in a completely choked voice.
“Rui…” Ana said sadly, thinking of her friend as well.
The procession continued slowly while the five gods headed toward the gigantic hole in the middle of the plaza.
Zeus, together with several gods, was watching the procession from the heights of his palace. Although the distance was immense, they could see without any problem.
The father of the Olympian gods was seated on a throne placed on a balcony of his palace. Beside him were his children Dionysus, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus; and also his siblings Poseidon and Demeter.
Also, on Zeus’s right side, standing as they watched the procession, were the three sisters sent by Lel: Pidray, Arsay, and Tallay.
“And then, there was no trace of that tannin?” Arsay asked Zeus in her monotone voice.
Zeus made a gesture of denial.
“That boy was the only one we could not find from the group that marched toward the New World,” Zeus replied.
Arsay, despite being expressionless, made a grimace of contempt at those words. Lel’s highest priority at that moment was finding that young boy. But if he was not in Europe, he had possibly remained in Vinland.
“By the way, my son Apollo mentioned to me that Baalat went to Constantinople,” Zeus interrupted Arsay.
“Yes. Our elder sister went to interview an Asgardian god whom your son had kidnapped,” Arsay replied.
Then the goddess smiled with a somewhat sadistic look while staring fixedly at Zeus.
“Thanks to that, we will be able to invade Yggdrasil without trouble, now that we have the new location of their planet.”
“Ha! How I’d love to face those Asgardian gods!” Tallay shouted, emboldened, as she placed her fists on her waist. “I heard they defeated the Celtic anunnaki. I wanna fight them all like that!”
Then Tallay began throwing punches in the air, as if practicing martial arts. The Greek gods responded to her actions only with secondhand embarrassment. However, Pidray praised how powerful her sister was.
Then Poseidon approached little Pidray. The god had a thick dark-blue beard and completely green eyes. He was as tall as Zeus and crowned with a crown featuring marine elements such as shells and starfish. In his right hand, he held his powerful golden trident. He was dressed in a greenish tunic tied from his left shoulder.
“Miss Pidray, before anything else, I would like to thank you for excusing us before Miss Astarté regarding Tannit’s death in Ibiza,” the Greek god of the sea said while giving a slight bow.
“That was her decision and not Heracles’s, so there was nothing to punish,” Pidray said somewhat melancholically.
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“I understand it must be very painful for you to have lost a sister,” Poseidon continued. “That is why we wish to continue extending our apologies.”
“It’s okay!” Pidray said with a smile while shaking her head. “To tell the truth, we never knew our little youngest sister.”
“Youngest sister?” Zeus thought upon hearing those words. “Clearly, you look younger than that Phoenician goddess did.”
Poseidon was also surprised by those words.
“These girls’ self-perception must be rather twisted for them to still see themselves as virgin maidens,” the god thought.
And Poseidon was right to intuit this, since the appearance gods had was always based on how they perceived themselves; unless, of course, they took on a physical form intentionally.
Then the sound of trumpets interrupted the gods’ conversation. Ana and the others were right at the edge of the enormous abyss. The five gods stood there, still chained, bordering the gigantic pit.
The heroes accompanying Hermes stopped sounding their trumpets, and then the Greek god positioned himself behind the survivors of Orniskem.
“Menrva of Man, Morrigan of Tuatha Dé Danann, Epona of Avalon, Susanios of Iamados, and malak Anpiel. For transgressing the peace of the world of the gods, you are condemned to an eternity in Tartarus, from which you shall never be able to leave,” Hermes said while reading everything from a scroll.
“Sumimasen,” Susanoo said. “Nay, that is neither my name nor the appellation of my realm.”
However, those words were completely ignored.
“And I’m not Morrigan either… well, what does it matter now… I’ll never know if my sisters are alive or not,” Ana said melancholically.
At that moment, Epona turned around and stared fixedly at Hermes.
“Even if you throw us into hell, you will never be able to stop us… Rodrigo will defeat you and save us!” she shouted energetically.
“Epona, enough!” Menrva shouted, trying to silence her, but Epona did not listen.
“If you have information regarding where your sauroanthropos friend is, I shall accept hearing it,” the Greek god said.
Menrva was surprised that, despite the Greek gods knowing of Rodrigo’s existence, they had not attempted to torture them to extract that information. There was something strange about this whole matter.
“I don’t know anything,” Epona replied.
At that moment, Pidray’s voice was heard from Zeus’s enclosure. Her voice echoed throughout all Olympus.
“Do not throw the blond girl in,” the little Phoenician goddess said. “If she knows anything about the tannin, we wanna hear her.”
But Epona stuck her tongue out toward Zeus’s castle.
“I will never tell you anything, even if you torture me!” the equine goddess shouted.
Pidray, who was watching this, turned to look at Zeus.
“I heard one of your deities has the ability to obtain any information from people,” the Phoenician goddess said.
Zeus nodded.
“Indeed. It is our Empress Irene, who governs the Roman Empire from the shadows,” Zeus replied. “At this moment, she should already be healed after the damage those girls inflicted upon her.”
Pidray smiled and turned to look at her sister.
“Tell me, Arsay, what if you take her to Constantinople so she can be interrogated there?” she asked.
Arsay accepted with an indifferent grimace.
Pidray thanked her sister and spoke again, so loudly that she was heard throughout Olympus.
“Very well, Epona. You will be taken to Constantinople. Everyone else will be thrown into Tartarus,” Pidray said.
The heroes then cut Epona’s chain so she would not fall together with her other companions.
At that moment, a black hole appeared before the equine goddess. Arsay appeared walking out of that sinister portal and took Epona by the hand. The equine goddess was surprised by how young that girl turned out to be.
“Do not worry about saying goodbye,” Arsay said to Epona. “Once we know where the tannin is, you will be thrown into this abyss as well.”
“Don’t think I’ll talk!” Epona shouted furiously.
But Menrva knew what was going to happen. It was obvious that Irene would be the one to extract all the information from Epona. Any chance of victory was going to vanish.
Arsay then pulled Epona forcefully to take her into her dark portal, but to her surprise, Epona resisted, which astonished her because of the enormous strength that goddess possessed.
“Almost all her ichor was removed, and even so, she is capable of resisting me?” the Phoenician goddess thought, surprised.
Then Arsay took her staff and struck Epona in the stomach. The equine goddess fell to the ground, doubled over in pain.
“Don’t worry, I won’t talk!” Epona shouted, though her voice was still weakened by the attack.
Then the equine goddess lifted her head and looked toward her friends.
“Tania surely sacrificed her life because she knew Rodrigo would defeat this scum… I have faith in him and in Tawa,” the goddess said. “I’m sure he’ll win. Just wait for him.”
Ana closed her eyes with an expression full of pain and nodded quietly.
“I wanna believe that too, Epona,” Anpiel said.
Arsay then dragged Epona by her hair and took her through her dark gateway, just as both goddesses disappeared.
“But, Epona,” Ana thought while crying. “If Tania already saw that horrible creature that kidnapped you in the Afterlife, we’ll never be able to revive her.”
Menrva, seeing Ana’s expression, placed her hand on the goddess’s back.
“Everything will be all right, Ana. You will see!” the Etruscan goddess said, encouraging her companion.
At that moment, four heroes positioned themselves behind the gods and, with a kick, threw them into the gigantic and eternal pit.
Zeus then lifted his scepter and spoke in a voice that could be heard throughout all Olympus.
“Four young ones, whose minds were poisoned by the radical ideas of my daughter, have now fallen into Tartarus. All that remains is for us to pray that such a situation does not present itself again,” Zeus said.
Everyone continued listening to the words of the father of the Greek gods, when a powerful explosion was heard in the pit that led to Tartarus. The heroes who had thrown the gods in looked over the edge, but to their surprise, an army of people flew out from that pit and pulled them in, throwing them down at that moment.
“What is happening?!” Hermes shouted in fear, just as Zeus and the others watched the group of people emerge like locusts from the enormous abyss.
“Impossible! There were dimensional shields protecting the entrance, and furthermore, they would need permission from Persephone and me to leave that place!” Zeus shouted wrathfully.
Hermes immediately lunged at the group of people, but a man within the group quickly stopped him by punching him in the face.
“I am sorry, but we will not allow you to stop us now,” the man said.
When Hermes wiped the blood from his face, he looked carefully at the man. It was Horus, yet he did not have his totema.
“How the hell did you escape?” the Greek god asked furiously.
“As for that, I believe you should consult our partner,” Horus said with a smile.
Then, appearing from the shadows, Loki teleported in, with nine colored stones spinning around him as though they were satellites. Furthermore, with his telekinetic powers, he had prevented Ana, Susanoo, Anpiel, and Menrva from falling into the abyss.
“Greetings, gods of Olympus!” Loki shouted with all his strength. “Are we late to the party? ’Cause we came to celebrate your total defeat.”