Another day dawned, and Mount Olympus was shrouded in divine light, with exotic flowers and plants exuding an eternally fragrant aroma. The tall and handsome king of the gods, Zeus, sat leisurely upon the throne of the main temple.
"O great king of the gods, master of thunder, I wonder if the devout believers on earth can receive your blessings, granting them the eternal flame of thunder so that humanity may be spared from the invasion of monsters."
In order to aid the development of the new humanity, the wise prophet Prometheus once again came to the temple, pleading with Zeus to take the undying spark from his divine thunder and bestow it upon mankind.
"Prometheus, master of wisdom, I can grant the spark of thunder to humanity on earth, but divine fire is so precious that to obtain it, humans must demonstrate their faith and devotion in a manner that satisfies me, the king of the gods."