Thalios fumed at the response of his warning by the picnicing gods, save those who had left to find the gatekeeper and investigate his claim. Thalios dared to hope that they found some clue about the madness that had overtaken him so effectively.
News spread quickly as a meeting of the gods was swiftly organized. The idea that it was about space creatures only stoked the bitter flames of his rage as he heard these fools complain about whether the aliens should be accepted or annihilated. Did none of them understand the true threat? The young goddess Rhona, whom had been at the picnic, spoke up and gave Thalios an idea.

Creatures like himself were not uncommon in Olympus but rarely bothered with the politics of the gods. Maybe speaking up now would yield some better results. Thalios flowed behind young Rhona, his tar-like body staining the ground with a dull shriek as it bubbled briefly before laying quiet. His hand rested upon her shoulder as he spoke. "I side with the younger. The aliens are of no concern, nor are their gods. We must unite against a new threat. I have seen vision of the old gods rising from their prison in the depths of Tartarus, from the very place Zeus once threw the titans and his father all those years ago. A nightmare plagued me, and I was helpless against it. If Rhona is wrong, I offer to take responsibility instead." He let go of Rhonas shoulder and moved forward to be closer to the speaker. "I ask that we put aside this alien problem for later and unite as Merged once more to prepare for what is to come."