"Sir, we must retreat!"

"Don't you think i know that! Just hold on a bit more!"

"But sir!"

"Ensign!"

"Y-Yes sir?"

"You have my orders. Go."

"S-Sir, yes sir!" The ensign ran off, trembling with fright of the commander.

The commander looked out at the battlefield with heavy eyes. The eyes were a sight to behold. While the pupil was black like anyone else's, any normalcy that might be associated with the eyes stopped there. The sclera, normally white, was silver instead. The iris was menagerie of colors. There were slivers of turquoise, red, and an assortment of other, barely noticeable colors, all enveloped by black, which constituted the most of the iris. but perhaps the most terrifying was his left eye. While the right was intensely surveying the battlefield, his left was closed by a scar which ran perfectly down the middle of it, from the top of the forehead to his jawbone.

"Commander, the civilians have been evacuated. They are going towards the Pyrenees and will be in Iberia proper in about a week."

"Good. Signal th-"

He was about to signal the retreat before he herd something truly terrifying. The war drums wielded by the monsters sped up their pace when a roar was heard throughout the battlefield. Suddenly, a massive beast came into view. The beast was a hellhound, as big as a castle. The enemy monsters roared and charged the few garrison battalions which were still standing.

"Steady!"He yelled towards the soldiers. It wouldn't do much, but it was all he could do for now.

"Get down there and ready the troops. I'll get us out of here."

"But you will die!"

"Just do it!" He roared.

He closed his eye and focused. Slowly, the sounds of clashing weapons and yells of pain as the life of soldiers fell faded out of his mind. Slowly, he breathed in, out and committed his energy into teleporting the two hundred soldiers still standing. A flash of silver, akin to a god teleporting, appeared as the two hundred or so people teleported to a safe location, burning the monsters behind them who did not have any time to look away.

-(The Olympian Council, Olympus)-

"But Father-"

"I will not hear anymore on this matter, Artemis. I have made my decision and it's final."

"They are getting slaughtered!"

"The ancient laws-"

"Are going to be worthless if we don't do something!"

Zeus' face grew red from anger and indignation before he made to grab his master bolt. His wife stopped him, however, before he could act.

"If there is nothing else, this council meeting is over."

He was about to flash out before an iris message appeared in the center of the room.

"Lord Zeus!" A soldier quickly bowed in the Iris message.

"Who are you?" Zeus asked.

"An officer. The commander is currently incapacitated.

Whispers of confusion and slight fear broke out in the council. What could incapacitate the commander? Even Zeus was surprised, his eyes widening before they narrowed.

"Why is he incapacitated?"

"He used a large amount of his energy to flash the soldiers of the battlefield."

"And why are you here?"

"To report the end of the battle of Montauban. The battle ended with the commander teleporting the soldiers to a safe place. As a result of the retreat, all people beyond the Pyrenees are currently evacuating and should all reach the mountains within the week." He concluded before swiping his hand through the message and ending the call. The council erupted into a cacophony of shouts as the gods came into realization of what this meant.

"Silence!" The council was stunned into silence by Hestia, who showed anger in her eight year old face. she grew to her fifteen foot godly form and looked sternly at the gods of the council, especially Zeus.

Zeus noticed, and his indignation flared."You do not order silence in my hall."

"Don't you dare tell me what i can and cannot do, little brother! You have no right! I am sick of watching my family bicker with each other while families are destroyed by the hundreds! Tell me, do you feel weak? Tired? Do you know why? Because less and less sacrifice to us. And i don't blame them. They shouldn't sacrifice to us. Only a few of us have done anything to help them, and it's all because of your fucking rules! So do not tell me what i can or cannot do until you grow up and get over yourself!" Almost all gods present were stunned again. Hestia never cursed, and very rarely did she get angry. Of course, Zeus took no notice as he got up and faced Hestia.

"How dare you call me little brother?! I am your king!"

"I call you little brother because that is what you are, nothing else!"

"HOW DARE YOU?! I AM YOU KING!" Zeus grasped his master bolt and summoned thunder of unprecedented proportions, supposedly to intimidate his sister. She was unfazed, however, and the Hearth grew into a pillar of white, searing flames, flames hot enough to melt the ceiling and shoot into the sky, burning past the cloud layer. She plunged a hand into the pillar and pulled out a celestial bronze xiphos (A.N.: The traditional Greek sword. Anaklusmos is a xiphos.) The blade glowed bright white, as if it contained the heat of the Hearth itself inside the blade.

Zeus hesitated slightly before lunging at Hestia with his master bolt in the form of a celestial bronze spear. Hestia sidestepped and surged forward, rendering the spear useless. before Zeus could react, Hestia held her sword at his throat. Zeus gulped and lowered his spear.

"You are no king of mine."She said coldly before flashing out, the Hearth now no more than a few glowing embers.