After parting ways with Epimetheus, I immediately returned to the Underworld.
If Prometheus had successfully persuaded Atlas and I managed to handle negotiations with the three Hecatoncheires brothers, we could march on Olympus without delay.

Upon my return to the Underworld, a familiar face greeted me.
A towering giant of a god, one who had once borne the weight of the heavens—Atlas, the great Titan deity.
He gazed at me with a peculiar mixture of emotions.

“Well, well. Is that you, Hades?”
“Atlas.”
“When Prometheus told me, I could hardly believe it. The loyal servant of Zeus plotting rebellion?”

Loyal servant of Zeus, huh?

“Hah. Well, I’ve decided to stop playing the loyal servant and become the king of the gods myself.”
“Oh… Interesting. As long as I don’t have to carry the heavens anymore, that’s fine by me.”
“Zeus will have to bear that burden now.”