Odin sighed as he watched his three daughters leave his home and said in a bitter voice:
"This is going to be troublesome…"
Odin was thinking about Athena's reaction and her daughter's, as well as the reactions of his brothers, to what his daughters were about to do. But he soon shook his head, pushed all distractions out of his mind, and headed to his room to lie down and sleep.
The moment Odin closed his eyes, he felt a powerful pull—a sensation calling out to connect with him. He allowed this pull to enter his soul, for he sensed that its source was his father. Still, he felt slight surprise, as this was the first time he had spoken with his father so easily. That surprise quickly faded when he heard his father's voice say:
"Hades' plan to control the mind of the Titans' child can succeed, Odin, but I need your help—and your brothers' help as well."
Odin heard his father's words and knew from his tone that he was fully aware of the matter Odin wished to discuss with him. Yet Odin showed no surprise. He and his brothers, and all their descendants, lived upon Asgard's very body—how could Asgard not know what was happening?
So he spoke calmly, without showing astonishment, and said:
"How do you want us to help you, Father?"
Asgard's voice answered him:
"I want you and your brothers to gather with me on the mountain and release all your powers into it. I will handle the rest myself, Odin."
From his father's words, Odin understood that controlling the mind of the Titans' child would be difficult. Asgard was asking them only to provide their power, while he himself would carry out the direct intervention and control. Odin felt worried that this might exhaust his father, so he asked:
"Is it really that difficult, Father? Can't my brothers and I do it ourselves?"
Asgard was silent for a while, which made Odin feel uneasy. But when his father's voice returned, that unease vanished completely as he said:
"If you do it yourselves, the Titans we intend to ally with may discover that we have taken control of a child from their lineage, and that would be extremely dangerous. Therefore, I must do this personally, so that no one notices and so that we remain safe during our alliance with them."
When Odin heard his father's words, he reflected on their meaning and concluded that his concern was justified. This matter—controlling a child of the giants—was of utmost importance.
So Odin spoke in an enthusiastic tone:
"Then, Father, will we have someone of the Titans' race serving us in the future?"
The moment Asgard heard what Odin said, a strange laugh echoed through Odin's soul:
"Hahahaha… Yes, my son. We will have a powerful weapon in our hands in the future. True, the Titans' child will be weak now while he is still young, but he will be a great aid to us later. You must take good care of him, Odin."
Odin was about to continue speaking with his father and delve deeper into the conversation. He felt great excitement, for this was the first time he had ever heard his father's laughter—a laugh he had never imagined he would hear so clearly. But his father's next words, and the weariness and heaviness in his tone, stopped him from continuing.
He heard his father say:
"I must conserve my energy, Odin… I cannot speak with you for long. But I want you to praise Hades for the idea he proposed."
As soon as Odin heard that, he suddenly opened his eyes to find himself back in his room, no longer in that dark place where he had been communicating with his father. He sighed deeply and cursed his luck inwardly. It had been his first time speaking with his father in this way—and even hearing his laughter—yet he had been forced to return so quickly.
Even so, Odin smiled for a moment, as that laughter still echoed clearly in his mind. But his smile did not last long. His expression gradually darkened, and signs of jealousy formed on his face. He remembered his father's final words—how he had praised Hades and even asked Odin to commend him.
A great fire burned within Odin, a fire born of jealousy. Yet he could not refuse his father's decision or object to it. So he rose from his bed and released his spiritual power across the island, summoning his brothers to his home to tell them what had happened.
Point of View: Hades' Eldest Daughter
Elsewhere, Hades' eldest daughter was searching through her father's armory. Hades had forged a vast number of weapons during the years he lived on the island. It was true that he had never used any of them; he and his brothers had not wielded weapons after their souls absorbed the energies that resonated with them and they became rulers. Those terrifying energies within their bodies destroyed any weapon they tried to use.
Nevertheless, they had forged those weapons for their descendants—to be used in battle and to learn the arts of war and combat through them.
Hades' eldest daughter was searching for a specific weapon, one she had seen before and that had caught her interest ever since. After searching among the stacked rows of sharp tools and metal pieces, her eyes finally fell upon the weapon that had drawn her attention.
She approached it and grasped it in her hand, then lifted it slowly.
The weapon resembled a spear—a long, sturdy shaft—but instead of ending in a pointed tip to pierce enemies, its end bore a curved blade like a scythe, sharp and frightening.
Hades' eldest daughter felt clear delight as she held it and swung it several times to get used to its weight. She was surprised by how easy it was to use. With every movement, she felt as though the weapon was an inseparable part of her body, as if it had been created to resonate with her.
When she realized that, she smiled in satisfaction and said in a pleased tone:
"You will be my weapon… until I discover my power."