Zeus felt a sudden chill down his spine, then quickly nodded and said, "Of course, of course, how could I betray you, my dear Hera, Your Highness."
Hera snorted, "Hmph! I hope so, my dear King of Gods."
The volcano in front of Mobius was massive and imposing, its base rooted in the vast earth, gradually narrowing upwards to form a sharp conical peak, from which unknown black smoke continuously erupted.
Its lower half was covered by a thick layer of black rocks, which varied in shape; some were sharp as knives, others round as eggs, stacked and pressed against each other, with flame-bearing plants growing at the foot of the mountain.
Prometheus did not notice the stunned Mobius; the anxiety in his eyes seemed to transform into tangled threads, weaving with the threads of fate in his hand into a ball of yarn.
"Lord Mobius, this is the volcano where Hephaestus resides. Let us go in."
"Clang, clang, clang," rhythmic hammering sounds echoed from deep within the volcano.
Hephaestus held a giant hammer, striking the unformed divine artifact in his hand, occasionally scooping up a few ladles of lava.
Prometheus wanted to interrupt Hephaestus's process of forging the divine artifact, but Mobius, who was beside him, pulled him back, shook his head, and whispered, "Hephaestus is currently forging a divine artifact. We should not disturb him. Let us wait until he finishes forging it."
While Mobius was speaking, Prometheus was stunned, and Hephaestus, who was forging the divine artifact nearby, paused imperceptibly for a moment, a trace of a smile curving his lips, but he quickly resumed forging the divine artifact in front of him, "Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang," the hammering sounds continuously echoed from afar.
Prometheus was already impatient. Just as he was about to urge Hephaestus, Hephaestus approached them with a divine artifact in his hand and said, "Are you here to have me forge a divine artifact?" Hephaestus's eyes were indifferent.
"Yes, dear Hephaestus, I am God of Healing Mobius. We are here to ask for your help in forging a divine artifact for Lord Prometheus beside me."
Mobius's words did not faze Hephaestus. The surrounding steam continuously billowed, shrouding his face, making his expression unclear. "I apologize, but this place does not welcome gods from Olympus. I will not forge his divine artifact."
"You should go find Zeus's Cyclopes. The divine artifacts they forge are much better than mine," Hephaestus sneered through the steam, mockingly speaking to Mobius.
However, Mobius was not angry; instead, he asked with some curiosity, "Dear Hephaestus, do you not want to hear what divine artifact we wish to forge?"
"No."
Mobius's voice made Hephaestus hesitate for a moment. This voice was like a clear spring flowing through a verdant valley, or jade pearls falling onto a jade plate.
"I am a God of Healing?"
Recalling Hera's silent and hidden face, Hephaestus's initially pounding heart grew cold again. "No need. I have nothing to say to you. What if you are a God of Healing? There are countless life-aligned gods in the world, but not a single one can heal the wounds on my body."
Hephaestus caressed his hunched back and crooked leg, his sarcastic demeanor fully displayed.
"Are you sure, dear Hephaestus?" Mobius asked. Mobius's words did not pique Hephaestus's interest. Instead, he turned and picked up his hammer, "clang, clang" striking an unknown metal. He then took out a nearly pale golden liquid from the volcano's lava, poured it into a pre-prepared mold, and continued to tinker.
Prometheus's face was grim. This was unacceptable to him. The most painful thing in the world was having a divine artifact right before his eyes, yet it felt as distant as the horizon.
He clenched his fists tightly, tying a knot in the threads of fate in his hand. "Dear Lord Mobius, what do you think we should do?"
Mobius picked a flower that bloomed at the foot of the mountain. "Lord Prometheus, I should be the one saying that, should I not? This matter should be handled by you."
Prometheus pondered Mobius's words seriously, but was interrupted by the next sentence, "Alright, no more joking, dear Lord Prometheus. What are your thoughts on this matter concerning Lord Hephaestus?"
"I apologize, I do not have many thoughts, after all, this matter is difficult to resolve, because it was caused by Your Highness Zeus and Hera, Your Highness."
"Then what do you think we should do, Lord Prometheus?"
Prometheus hesitated repeatedly before saying, "Then I can go and discuss this matter with Your Highness Zeus."
Mobius seemed to sense something unusual, then nodded and said, "Alright, dear Lord Prometheus, please go."
After Mobius finished speaking, Prometheus immediately ran towards Olympus. He did not want to get involved in this mess.
Mobius was a descendant of Zeus; he had the ability to resolve this matter, while he himself was merely a descendant of the Titans, without any backing.
If he were to be used as a pawn, as a sacrifice, then his younger brother would have no one to care for, and he would lose everything he possessed.
He would rather fall into a long slumber; he had to protect his younger brother, and also protect himself. What? You said there was also his mother. It is better not to speak of his mother. The strength of the Goddess of Renown Clymene was not even as good as his.
Furthermore, Clymene had no interest in disciplining her ridiculous child.
After all, the Goddess of Renown Clymene had many children; countless River Gods and countless gods had been romantically entangled with her.
She had more descendants than just these two of Prometheus, and Prometheus had also interacted with his mother, knowing her personality.
She would absolutely not offend King of Gods Zeus for the sake of a so-called child. One must know that an existence like King of Gods Zeus was, if not among the very top tier in the world, then at least in the upper middle tier.
And his mother, the Goddess of Renown Clymene's mother, Tethys, the Mother of Water Sources, and Oceanus, the River encircling the world, also dared not offend Zeus.
Therefore, as their daughter, it was even less likely for her to intercede with Zeus for an uncommon child. For her, it was enough for her renown to spread.