Darkness.
Ocean.
Thunder.
These three elements transformed Mount Olympus into a tri-colored realm, dividing everything with their brilliance as three figures gradually emerged.
Hades.
Poseidon.
Zeus.
The three god kings approached from their respective directions, each embodying a distinct presence. Hades, cloaked in a lacquered black robe, radiated indifference and calm, as if he were entering a new court without a hint of threat. The twin gods trailed behind him, accompanied by many ghostly figures.
Poseidon stood alone, his expression devoid of emotion, a faint bloodstain marring his cheek as he wielded the Sea Emperor Trident. He appeared less a sea god and more a war god.
Zeus followed Metis, his form crackling with terrifying lightning. Compared to his previous arrogance, he now exuded the true majesty of a god king.
In just 70,000 years, the three had truly ascended to their roles.
"Hades!"
"Poseidon!"
Zeus spoke, his voice low and filled with authority.
"Um."
Poseidon nodded calmly. "The Lord God of Titans and many Titan gods have been dealt with. It's time we have a serious discussion."
"Indeed."
Hades's response was equally indifferent, his tone devoid of emotion, as if he were uninterested.
The three god kings withdrew their divine powers and entered Olympus together.
In the temple atop the mountain, they seated themselves at the designated chairs of Hestia, Demeter, and Hera. No other gods, including Metis or the Twin Gods, were deemed worthy of sitting.
The six gods fell into a heavy silence, each waiting expectantly, their faces expressionless.
After a while, Zeus broke the silence. "The Titan War has ended. After 70,000 years, Hades, Poseidon, we have taken the first step toward victory."
"Victory?"
"How dull," both Poseidon and Hades retorted simultaneously, deeming Zeus's words meaningless.
Hades said coolly, "Zeus, the gods need no words of encouragement. We both know that as long as Father God exists, even if all the Titan gods are dead, we have not achieved true victory."
"I understand!" Zeus replied, his expression icy.
After 70,000 years of war, he had become a capable god king, wielding supreme control over life and death. To be so openly challenged was infuriating. If he were not confident in his abilities, he would surely be Hades's opponent, and a battle would be unavoidable.
Poseidon added, "We've dealt with most of them. The only one left is Father God, and the most troublesome task is scaling Mount Othrys."
Zeus remained silent, knowing Poseidon spoke the truth. Though the Olympian gods appeared victorious in this battle against the Titans, the reality was far from it. The foundation of their power lay at the summit, and climbing it would be extraordinarily difficult.
The greatest challenge was facing Cronus, the supreme Titan god. Anyone unprepared for this confrontation was bound to fail.
"Humph!"
With a dismissive snort, Zeus summoned a massive mirror, revealing the war at the land boundary. He observed the underworld fighters, sea fighters, and heavenly warriors engaged in battle, seeking to reclaim some semblance of honor.
Metis understood that Zeus was not yet fully mature; his childlike reactions were evident, especially when confronting two god kings as formidable as Hades and Poseidon. In contrast, both were calm and indifferent, unperturbed by Zeus's displays.
Suddenly, the three silent god kings watched the unfolding events in the mirror.
War ignited anew. Even if gods fell, the struggle between divine fighters and mortals would not cease. Each fighter has unwavering loyalty, forged through countless trials, willing to sacrifice their lives for their gods. Such devotion was far more formidable than fanaticism, ending it would be impossible.
"Giant Jaw Crush!"
With a deafening roar, Tiron swung his fists like massive pincers, sending numerous foes crashing down.
"Follow!"
"Yes!"
Under Tiron's command, other underworld fighters surged forward with incredible speed. Death held no fear for them; their only desire was to defeat their opponents.
In that moment, a ghostly fighter charged into battle with reckless abandon, unafraid of their mortality. Tiron pressed on, and the fallen fighters would rise again to rejoin the fray.
Simultaneously…
"Ah!"
A ghostly fighter let out a strange cry, their body rapidly absorbed by the Magic Star, who transformed into a dark purple skull, emitting an eerie "click" as it moved.
"Um?!"
Tiron paused, realizing, "The magic star is ringing; a new underworld fighter is about to be born."
"Giant Jaw Smash!"
With no further thought, Tiron attacked again, unleashing overwhelming power aimed at his opponents.
At that moment, another figure joined the battlefield from a distance.
"Giant Strangulation!"
A colossal silhouette emerged, hands clasped together, and the overwhelming energy quickly annihilated numerous enemies.
Tiron was tall among ghost fighters, but the newcomer towered even higher.
"Geo-star Sasquatch: Maggie!"
"Um!"
"Earth Brave Star: Tilong!"
The two underworld fighters exchanged glances and plunged back into the battle.