Chapter 55: The Second War of the Pantheons

The divine plane had known war before.

The First War of the Pantheons had been waged in the earliest days, when the gods rose from the void, carving their dominions into the fabric of existence.

That war had left scars.

But this war—

This was something else.

Zeus ruled the sky.

Hades had reforged the End.

Poseidon had created True Atlantis.

And now, the pantheons could no longer ignore them.

The world of the gods would never be the same.

Poseidon

The ocean roared.

Not in fury.

Not in chaos.

But in recognition.

Poseidon stood at the heart of True Atlantis, trident in hand, as something ancient rose from the abyss.

The waters trembled—not from his will, but from something older.

A force that had existed before the Olympians.

A force that had once ruled all seas.

Pontus had returned.

The First Sea. The Ocean That Once Was.

And he had come to reclaim his dominion.

The abyss stretched into infinity as Pontus' form took shape. He was not a god in the way the Olympians were. He was the ocean given consciousness, a being vast enough that his presence alone reshaped the tides.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes.

"You have taken what was mine, nephew." Pontus' voice was like a storm that had never ended.

Poseidon's grip tightened on his trident.

"Then take it back."

The ocean screamed—

And the battle began.

The War Beneath the Waves

Pontus did not attack like a warrior.

He attacked like a force of nature.

The tides obeyed him, rising with such immense power that even the Order of Monsters —Poseidon's celestial leviathans—were swallowed whole.

Poseidon countered, his trident carving through the abyss, splitting the waters as he commanded True Atlantis to fight back.

Two forces, both claiming dominion over the same ocean, collided in the greatest war the seas had ever known.

But Poseidon was no longer just a god of Olympus.

He had ascended beyond the limits of his old power.

The True Atlantis was his.

The depths belonged to him.

And he would not lose them.

With a roar that shook the very fabric of existence, Poseidon drove his trident forward—

And the Primordial of the Ocean reeled.

The tides that had once obeyed Pontus hesitated.

The abyss did not reject Poseidon.

Because he was not an intruder.

He was its king.

And soon, Pontus would understand that.

Hades

In the depths of the End, Hades sat upon his throne.

The last remnants of Olympian resistance had gathered outside his gates.

Ares.

Apollo.

Hephaestus.

Hermes.

They had lost Olympus.

They had lost their power.

Now, they had come for revenge.

Hades did not move.

Thanatos stood beside him, his scythe gleaming in the dim light.

"They will come for you."

Hades exhaled.

"Then let them."

The Fall of the Last Olympians

Ares charged first.

The god of war, battered and broken, still fought.

Apollo followed, his once-radiant light flickering, but determined.

Hephaestus raised his hammer.

Hermes blurred forward, faster than thought—

And Hades raised his hand.

The End answered.

Reality collapsed inward.

Time stopped.

Ares froze mid-charge.

Apollo's golden flames vanished.

Hermes, the fastest of the gods—did not move at all.

And Hephaestus' hammer—**a weapon that had forged the mightiest arms of Olympus—**shattered before it could strike.

Hades rose from his throne, his presence absolute.

"Your time is over."

The air grew heavy.

The End had already claimed them.

They had simply not accepted it yet.

Ares tried to speak.

But there were no words left.

Only silence.

Because they had already been erased.

The rebellion had ended—

And Hades had not even lifted his hand.

Ra

Ra stood upon his golden throne in the Duat.

The Second War of the Pantheons had begun.

The Olympians had fallen.

Poseidon was locked in battle.

Hades had become the End itself.

And now—

Egypt had to decide.

Osiris, the god of the dead, spoke first.

"If Hades controls the End, what place remains for me?"

Set grinned, his hands resting on his twin blades.

"Then we take it from him."

Ra's golden gaze flickered.

They had waited too long.

Now, they had only one choice.

Kneel—

Or go to war.

The decision had been made.

Ra lifted his hand.

And the armies of Egypt marched.

Zeus

Zeus sat upon his throne, the storms of his dominion raging endlessly above him.

He had already won.

He had conquered Olympus.

He had broken the old order.

And yet—

The game was still unfolding.

Poseidon was fighting for his dominion.

Hades had erased the last of his enemies.

And now, Egypt had entered the war.

Zeus exhaled, his lightning-filled gaze flickering.

"Let them come."

Because no matter how the war unfolded—

The Sky would remain eternal.

Foreshadowing: The Gods Will Fall

The war had begun.

Poseidon fought against the Primordials.

Hades had crushed the last of his enemies.

And Egypt had declared war.

But this was only the beginning.

Because soon—

The gods would fall.

And only the strongest would remain.