Typhon: The God of Ice and Fire, Thunder and Storm, Ancestor of All Monsters, and the Titan Ancestor.
These titles encapsulate Typhon's identity and signify his position as the supreme king of gods from the moment of his birth. His emergence represented the immense divine power he absorbed from the Primordial gods during his gestation. Born from the realm of life and death, Typhon was destined to never perish; neither the forces of life nor death could extinguish him. Yet with his birth, every god king felt an overwhelming dread—the terrifying potential of Typhon's power to obliterate everything was palpable.
"Hahaha"
Typhon, embodying the form of a Titan, spread his arms wide and unleashed a primal roar. His very presence exuded fear. With the heads of a hundred dragons and a mouth that breathed fire, he was a figure so terrifying that even the stars seemed to dim in his shadow. Though newly born, his overwhelming might began to wreak havoc across the world, instilling panic among all.
Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Bell, and Athena—all five god kings sensed this cataclysmic event simultaneously. Yet, while Zeus and Athena felt urgency, Hades, Poseidon, and Bell observed with a detached amusement.
"Does this concern me? What a mess!" they thought. The magnitude of Typhon's strength was undeniable, but to them, it was simply a spectacle—nothing of personal consequence. The turmoil Typhon caused felt irrelevant, a storm brewing in distant lands.
Yet, with Typhon's birth, another truth dawned: the time had come for action. Hesitation was no longer an option.
"Hehehe"
Poseidon's lips curled into a sly smile as he addressed Phorcys, the most powerful among his aquatic subjects. "Do you feel it? If you consume Typhon, you'll ascend to the god king level, right?"
Phorcys, father of all sea monsters, stood at the apex of Poseidon's creations. He, alongside Keto, had birthed a lineage of sea monsters from the scales Poseidon provided. Typhon and Phorcys represented opposing forces—land and sea. Should they clash, the victor would gain unprecedented power.
"If I devour Typhon, I'll ascend to the god king level," Phorcys acknowledged. "With time, the path to becoming a Primordial god would be laid before me."
Poseidon nodded thoughtfully. "But let's not rush. Typhon's emergence is just the beginning. I'm curious to see what choice Zeus will make next."
The intrigue delighted Poseidon. Would Zeus take bold action, or would he falter? Whatever decision he made would be pivotal, setting in motion events that could shift the balance of power.
As time passed, Typhon's power would only grow, leading to a climactic confrontation. Zeus needed to muster sufficient strength; otherwise, he would find himself outmatched.
"Fool!" Zeus roared, fury burning in his eyes like wild flames. He could scarcely comprehend that Gaia, the Primordial god, had birthed Typhon, the last Titan god.
Zeus felt Typhon's divine energy pulsating, and the realization of Typhon's immense potential ignited a deep-seated rage within him. Both Poseidon and Zeus were supported by Primordial gods, yet their motivations differed; they were more inclined to act when the stakes were high.
In the underworld, Hades opened his eyes, a whisper escaping his lips: "The time has come. This is the perfect moment—my greatest opportunity."
Every preparation had led to this instant. Success was within reach, and failure was not an option.
Hades stood, stepping forward until he vanished from sight. What followed would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their intertwined destinies.