Chapter 58: When Gods Collide
The Second War of the Pantheons had ignited.
This was no mere battle.
No mere conflict of power.
This was destruction given form.
Poseidon fought Pontus, the First Sea, to defend True Atlantis.
Hades stood against Ra and the Egyptian Pantheon, as gods of the past sought to reclaim dominion over death.
Zeus, watching from above, had begun his descent—the storm of Olympus moving with him.
The divine plane would never be the same.
Because when gods clashed—reality shattered.
Poseidon – The Wrath of the Ocean
The ocean burned.
Not with fire—but with raw, divine power.
Poseidon stood upon the waves, his trident pulsing with might.
Before him, Pontus, the First Sea, loomed like a celestial abyss.
He was not a god.
He was not a being.
He was the ocean itself.
A force that had existed before time.
And now—
He had come to take back what had been stolen.
"You are an heir playing king, nephew." Pontus' voice rippled through the cosmos, shaking existence itself.
"The ocean was never yours."
Poseidon gritted his teeth.
"Then take it back."
The battle erupted.
The Abyssal War
Pontus moved, and the ocean moved with him.
Entire dimensions of water collapsed into a single wave, a force that could drown stars, a tide so vast it bent time.
Poseidon did not retreat.
He charged.
His trident glowed like a newborn sun, splitting the abyss in two.
The Order of Monsters, his celestial leviathans—beasts so large their bodies stretched across the heavens—surged forward, their roars shaking reality itself.
They clashed with Pontus' tide—
And they were devoured.
Not defeated.
Not slain.
Consumed.
Pontus' abyss swallowed them whole, their divine wills fading as they were pulled into his endless void.
Poseidon roared.
His power exploded outward.
The trident struck—
And the First Sea staggered.
For the first time since his return—Pontus felt pain.
Poseidon would not fall.
Because he was not a mere inheritor.
He was the Ocean now.
And Pontus would kneel.
Hades – The Siege of the End
The gates of the Underworld exploded.
The Egyptian gods had arrived.
Ra stood at the front, his spear of flame blazing with the light of the first sunrise.
Osiris walked beside him, his dominion over death seeping into the very air, challenging the End itself.
And behind them—
The armies of Egypt.
They had not come to bargain.
They had come to conquer.
Hades sat upon his throne, unmoved.
Thanatos stood beside him, his scythe gleaming.
"They seek to claim what is already theirs."
Hades exhaled.
"They are mistaken."
The Underworld did not tremble.
It waited.
Because the End had already decided their fate.
The Egyptian gods charged.
And Hades answered.
Ra – Fire Against Shadow
Ra struck first.
His spear erupted with celestial flame, a golden inferno that could reduce divine beings to dust.
It was not simply fire.
It was the light of creation.
Fire that did not burn—but erased.
And it surged toward Hades' throne.
Hades raised a single hand.
Reality bent.
The flames stopped.
Not extinguished—denied.
The End did not burn.
Because fire meant nothing when existence itself had already been decided.
Ra's eyes narrowed.
"So, this is your power?"
Hades stood.
"No."
The air froze.
"This is inevitability."
And then—
The true battle for the End began.
Zeus – The Sky Descends
Zeus had watched.
He had waited.
The war was unfolding exactly as he had foreseen.
Poseidon was locked in his battle beneath the waves.
Hades was waging war against the gods of Egypt.
And now—
It was his turn.
Lightning split the sky.
Storms roared in anticipation.
And when Zeus stepped forward—
The world shattered.
Athena stood beside him, her golden spear pulsing with power.
"You waited."
Zeus smiled.
"No."
The heavens cracked.
"I chose my moment."
And with that—
The Sky became War.
Foreshadowing: The Gods Will Fall
The Second War of the Pantheons had reached its peak.
Poseidon battled for the fate of True Atlantis.
Hades stood against the gods of the past.
Zeus had finally entered the battlefield.
Because soon—
The gods would fall.
And only the strongest would remain.