Chapter 59: The War of Kings
Chapter 59: The Second War of the Pantheons had reached its breaking point.
This was no longer a war of gods.
It was a war of kings.
Poseidon battled Pontus, the First Sea, for the right to rule True Atlantis.
Hades stood against Ra and the Egyptian Pantheon, as the underworld became a battlefield of divine wills.
And now—
Zeus had entered the war.
The Sky would no longer watch.
It would decide.
Poseidon – The Final Stand Against Pontus
The ocean was screaming.
Not with sound—but with power.
Poseidon stood upon the abyss, his trident burning with divine authority.
Pontus was no longer just a god.
He was the sea itself.
"You are an heir playing king, nephew." Pontus' voice rippled through reality, bending the very structure of the ocean.
"The abyss was never yours."
Poseidon's eyes burned with fury.
"Then take it from me."
The tides obeyed no master.
Not until now.
Poseidon raised his trident.
The abyss shattered.
Pontus reeled.
For the first time since his return—
The First Ocean felt fear.
Poseidon would not bow.
Because he was the abyss now.
And Pontus would drown in his own domain.
Hades – The End Devours Its Enemies
The Underworld burned.
Not with fire—but with finality.
Ra stood before the gates of the End, his spear of flame blazing with the fury of the first sunrise.
Osiris commanded the dead, bending the concept of mortality itself, challenging Hades' rule.
But the End was not meant to be ruled.
Hades stepped forward.
And the battlefield collapsed.
Ra's flames flickered.
Osiris' control over the dead fractured.
Because Hades did not fight.
He decided.
"You were kings once." His voice was cold, absolute.
"But I am the End."
The Underworld devoured them.
Zeus – The Storm Descends
Zeus had waited long enough.
Lightning split the heavens.
Storms roared in his wake, a force beyond destruction, a reminder that the Sky was eternal.
The war had raged without him.
But now—
He would end it.
"Enough."
The divine plane shook.
Because Zeus had spoken.