Chapter 39: The Gods of Olympus vs. The Endless

The void trembled.

Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon stood together, their power rippling through the shattered battlefield. They had done the impossible.

They had defeated an Outer God.

And now, the rest had awakened.

The first battle had been a warning. A test.

Now, the true war had begun.

The Descent of the Endless Ones

Space and time collapsed.

Not through destruction, but through presence.

They did not arrive through motion.

They simply became.

A thousand figures, each one vast as entire star systems. Some formless, shifting through dimensions. Some woven from light and void, their existence burning against reality itself.

They were not kings.

They were not rulers.

They were the architects of what the gods called existence.

And now, they had come to erase the Olympians.

One spoke, its voice rewriting reality.

"Your kind was never meant to leave the divine plane."

Zeus raised his hand. Lightning did not crackle—it screamed.

"Then let's make history."

And the battle began.

A War Beyond Gods

Poseidon's abyssal tides surged forward. Oceans vast enough to drown galaxies twisted through the void, colliding with the Endless Ones.

Zeus unleashed his storm. **Not mere lightning—**but cosmic tempests that tore through the very fabric of existence, rending through gods that had never known battle.

Hades?

Hades did not attack.

He waited.

Because he had already learned.

This was not a war of destruction.

This was a war of permanence.

And the End could not be erased.

An Endless One reached for him, its form shifting through a thousand dimensions—

And Hades stepped forward.

For the first time, the void bent around him.

And an Outer God hesitated.

Because Hades was no longer just a god.

He was becoming something else.