At the highest point of Lemnos Island, there was a water mirror in front of Hephaestus and Aglaia, and the figure in the mirror was a shocked Prometheus.

A rare guest also came to the island, Prometheus' brother, Epimetheus, the god of foolishness.

"His Majesty the God King did not punish him, why?" Looking at the image of Prometheus in the water mirror, the goddess of glory Aglaia asked.

She once went to the human world to find a way to gain the authority of music, but after a hundred years, she still found nothing. She just returned to Lemnos Island nine days ago to reunite with her brother.

Hephaestus looked at the back of Epimetheus. He was standing on the cliff, looking in the direction of Prometheus. The water mirror was prepared for Aglaia, and the powerful god himself could listen.

Go and see things happening thousands of miles away.

As if there were eyes behind his back, Epimetheus spoke hoarsely and whispered: "It doesn't matter, don't worry about me."

"Since you trust her, tell her."

Hephaestus then explained: "It's not that I don't want to punish, but I feel that Prometheus's offense is not thorough enough."

"He wants to wait a little longer and resolve this matter once and for all."

"After all, our God King prefers to directly cut off the source of trouble than the trouble itself."

Aglaia was a little surprised: "Prometheus will give fire to humans?!!"

"But His Majesty the God King has given an order. As the God King, his words are an oracle."

"No matter what method is used, it is impossible for humans to possess fire."

"Does Prometheus have other options?"

Hephaestus gently stroked Aglaia's hair and said: "That's because you are not strong enough, Aglaia."

"As a powerful divine power, I am the source of flames in the world. The power of flames will not be controlled by the authority of the God King."

"Moreover, the artifact is not within the jurisdiction of the God King."

Aglaia felt a little regretful when she heard this: "So that's it, then Prometheus is going to suffer."

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In the water mirror, the shocked Prometheus had already reacted.

He rushed towards the place where the thunder fell, and saw the temple of Zeus with its broken dome, Kallus who was kneeling in the temple and turned into charcoal, and the slaughtered cow on the altar in front of him.

Prometheus opened his mouth. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything.

He stood there for a long time, and finally squatted down in pain with his head in the dark night.

People came out one after another from the surrounding houses, and they gathered around their creator. They didn't know how to comfort them, so they could only look at him worriedly.

Most of them are young people, but there are also old people left over from the past century and children of thirteen or fourteen years old.

Children are always innocent and have the courage to speak out.

A child said to Prometheus: "Master Prometheus, the fire in my house is out."

"I tried many methods but couldn't light it."

"I'm so cold, I can't sleep."

The child's words cheered up Prometheus a little. He was the creator of new human beings and the only god willing to give them protection. He could not fall like this.

Prometheus forced a smile, stood up, and said loudly to the humans around him:

"It's okay. It's just a small problem. I can solve it."

"I promise you, when the sun rises tomorrow, the flame will be rekindled."

After speaking, Prometheus paused and encouraged everyone:

"Now go back and rest. There is still work to do tomorrow."

"If it gets cold at night, put on an extra quilt."

Seeing the smile of the Creator, the restless crowd gradually calmed down and returned to their former joyful appearance.

They greeted and greeted Prometheus, and Prometheus responded to them one by one.

The crowd finally dispersed, and Prometheus let out a long sigh of relief. His heart was far more turbulent than everyone thought.

As a god in charge of wisdom-related authority, he couldn't understand what Zeus meant. He could vaguely see the picture of himself being imprisoned in the future.

but.

He still has to do it.

Everyone faces choices, and gods are no exception. Prometheus made his choice.

He walked towards Olympus, and the distant distance was shortened under his feet. On the way, he casually broke off a branch of the fennel tree.

Holding the fennel branch, he carefully walked around the rows of temples on the Olympus Mountain. Prometheus's palms were already wet with sweat. This was very dangerous. Once discovered, all his previous efforts would be wasted. He was not afraid of Zeus's censure, only fear of thousands of sins.

I came here after all the hardships but came back in vain.

Finally, Prometheus came to the Sun Temple of Helios, the sun god.

In the vague sense, Helios was not in the temple, which made Prometheus breathe a sigh of relief. He was also betting that Helios was not there. After all, it was Helios' duty to be on duty.

Life, he won the bet.

The body became insubstantial and passed through the silver door of the Sun Temple. The Sun Chariot, an artifact built by the God of Fire Hephaestus, was parked beside the door. The flames on the wheels danced as if dancing on the heart of Prometheus.

.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta." It was discovered that a strange god was visiting, and the four golden flame horses pulling the cart moved restlessly.

"Shh!" Prometheus motioned them to be silent.

The flame horses are very intelligent, and after realizing that the visitor was not hostile, they all calmed down.

Prometheus held his breath. No one came. He placed the fennel branch in his hand on the dancing flames of the wheel and tried to light it.

But after waiting for a long time, the fennel branches did not burn.

"It shouldn't be!"

"Artifacts do not fall under the authority of the God-King."

"Hephaestus himself is also a powerful god and is not subject to the control of Zeus."

"Why can't it light up?"

Prometheus was so anxious that there was sweat on his forehead. He did not give up. He continued to hold the fennel branches over the fire with one hand, and wrapped his other hand with divine power, trying to force the fire, but he got nothing but burns.

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The highest point on the island of Lemnos.

Epimetheus, the foolish god, said sadly: "Give it to him."

"Huh?" Hephaestus was a little surprised: "Don't you come to me just to hope that I won't give the fire to him?"

Epimetheus smiled miserably: "He is my brother. How can I not give him what he wants?"

"No regrets?"

"What else do I have to regret?" Epimetheus sighed lonely.

"Okay, that's as you wish." Hephaestus solemnly ordered: "I allow it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fennel branch in Prometheus' hand burst into flames.

He suppressed the joy in his heart and hurriedly wrapped the flame with divine power to prevent it from extinguishing.

Not caring about hiding anymore, he rushed into the sky and fell directly to the earth.

Looking at his eager brother, Epimetheus murmured: "I hope that thirty thousand years of imprisonment and torture can make him calm."

He turned around, took out a vibrant leaf from his arms, and begged Hephaestus: "Do me one thing."

"If Zeus sends you to capture my brother, let him eat this leaf."

"This will make him feel better."

Hephaestus held his forehead, a little troubled: "I don't want to get involved."

"After all, Zeus's punishment is too cruel."

Epimetheus: "I beg you."

"If you go, at least Prometheus won't be treated roughly."

Hephaestus reluctantly took the leaf: "I agreed."

Epimetheus: "Then I can go back with peace of mind, and I will return this love to you in the future."

As he spoke, Epimetheus' body gradually became unreal.

"Why don't you stay a little longer? Maybe things will turn around."

Epimetheus waved his hand: "No, Zeus will find out."

Epimetheus left.

Aglaia waved her hand to disperse the water mirror, and she asked Hephaestus: "Brother, Prometheus, is he worth it?"
To be continued...