“You are so busy searching for the gray monsters, you haven’t even noticed what is unfolding around you.” “And what exactly is that?” “Unrest,” he said. “And do you know what unrest breeds?” War. Hades did not say the word aloud because he did not wish to speak it into existence, but he knew what Helios was implying. The god laughed again. “I predict another war soon. Olympianomachy,” he said in a lofty voice, smiling. “It has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?” “So certain we will lose?” Hades asked. “I have no doubt.”
