In the celestial expanse above, the former god of the sky, Uranus, and his son Cronus were both unsettled by Typhon's tumultuous movements.
"Father, our last Titan, Typhon, seems poised to bring about the end," Cronus observed, his tone dripping with a mix of irony and defiance.
Uranus turned to Cronus, his brow furrowing. "My foolish son, have you yet to grasp the truth of destiny?"
Cronus, adjusting his white robe with a dismissive flick, chuckled. "You speak of truth, yet Mother encouraged me to strike at you first. Do you not realize, Father, that I have always embraced my fate?"
He continued, a mocking edge to his voice, "I know precisely what fate awaits me after I swing that knife. And I am well aware of how this god-king war will unfold."
Uranus's gaze sharpened with surprise. "You have insights I never anticipated."
Cronus leaned in, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "But you, dear Father, have failed to see that you were merely a whim of the Mother Goddess! You have been lost in your own delusions ever since she gave you life again!"
Uranus's anger boiled over, yet Cronus's mocking smile remained unaffected.
"You've wallowed in ignorance since your rebirth," he continued. "Your instincts have only led you to procreate endlessly with the Mother Goddess, creating new beings. I am the true first-generation god-king! Cursed by the Mother, I have been aware of my burdens from birth."
He paused, savoring the weight of his words. "And now, my dear father, Hades has chosen to escape his fate. But I—I've embraced mine! I will cast off the shackles of the Mother Goddess and become fate itself!"
Uranus reeled, struck by the revelation. His son was not just a figure of defiance; he was a mastermind, plotting from the shadows. In his arrogance, Uranus had believed himself superior while his lineage was seizing control of their destinies.
"Are you suggesting that Typhon's rampage is part of a larger scheme?" Uranus mused, his mind racing. Typhon's reckless assaults against the god kings could not be without purpose; he was a pawn in a grander design.
Suddenly, Cronus vanished, leaving Uranus alone with the gravity of their conversation. "No! I have been sealed away for too long, my divine power waning," he lamented. "If I don't act now, I'll be swept away by the Chaos Sea tsunami!"
With newfound resolve, Uranus recognized his path: "I must consume! I'll swallow everything to restore my strength before the impending disaster arrives!" His eyes glinted with a wild, insatiable hunger.
His gaze fell upon the ferocious dragons battling in the skies above Olympus—the hundred-headed dragon Radon and the fierce Colchian. Each was infused with potent power and vitality, an opportunity he could not ignore.
With a burst of determination, Uranus transformed into a torrent of refined divine energy, charging at the spiraling dragon. The collision sent ripples through the sky, black and white flashes illuminating the heavens.
In an instant, Uranus unleashed a devastating strike, demonstrating the might he once wielded. The dragon Colchian fell before him, a testament to the strength he still possessed, even in his diminished state.
He inhaled deeply, drawing in the remnants of power that lingered in the aftermath. With each gulp, he felt the energy surging back into him, revitalizing his essence.
"More!" he bellowed, his voice echoing like thunder. He caught sight of Radon next, eager to absorb its vitality as well.
As he feasted, Zeus's voice rang out, a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Stop, First God King! No matter how much you consume, you cannot regain your former peak!"
But Uranus, emboldened by his newfound strength, dismissed Zeus's words. His grin widened as he continued to siphon the power from Radon, oblivious to the dangers that lay ahead.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the underworld, Hades sensed the unfolding chaos. "Provoking all three god kings simultaneously? Is Typhon's true intent to lure Uranus into devouring his own offspring?"
A chill crept over Hades as the implications settled in. Typhon was not merely seeking destruction; he was orchestrating a greater strategy, manipulating the very fabric of their fates.
The impending clash of powers would not just reshape the battlefield—it would redefine destiny itself.