The divine plane shuddered.
For the first time in eternity, three brothers stood together—not as Olympians, not as rulers of separate realms, but as something greater.
Hades, the Abyss.
Zeus, the Storm.
Poseidon, the Ocean.
The gods who had come to erase them were beginning to understand their mistake.
The Ascent of Kings
Zeus descended first. His presence alone tore through the sky. Storms that had never existed in the Underworld raged into being, lightning twisting with raw, primordial force. His every step bent the air, the force of his divinity sending cracks of power through the realms.
Poseidon followed. The blackened rivers of the dead did not resist him. They bent, turned, twisted into something deeper—oceans that did not simply carry souls, but reshaped them, consumed them, became something infinite.
For the first time in their existence, the gods of the storm and the sea were no longer bound by Olympus.
They were stepping into something greater.
Zeus exhaled, and the heavens cracked apart.
Poseidon raised his trident, and every ocean in existence surged toward him, recognizing its true master.
Their ascension had begun.
But even as their power surged, Hades stood ahead of them.
Because he had always been ahead.
And he always would be.
He was the first.
He was the End.
The Foreign Gods Make Their Move
The invading pantheon had come expecting war.
But not this.
They had faced Olympians before.
They had crushed them before.
But what stood before them now was beyond Olympus.
The golden-eyed entity turned its infinite gaze toward Hades. The weight of its vision alone fractured time itself.
"You are a corruption of what was meant to be."
The antlered beast beside it exhaled, and the battlefield ceased to exist.
Not in destruction.
Not in ruin.
It simply… stopped.
The blackened rivers were gone.
The mountains of the Underworld never existed.
Even the souls of the dead had been erased.
It was not an attack.
It was an erasure of existence itself.
And yet—
It did not touch the three kings.
Zeus raised his hand.
Poseidon planted his trident into the abyss.
Hades closed his eyes.
And the attack failed.
For the first time, the foreign gods hesitated.
Because in that moment, Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon had stepped beyond the limits of what gods were meant to be.
And they were not done.
The Pantheon of the Underworld Rises
From the abyss, the forgotten gods emerged.
Nyxal, the Bound Judge, lifted his six hands, and chains of judgment erupted through the air, binding the foreign gods for the first time.
Vaelis, the Keeper of the Unremembered, whispered a name that had been erased from history—and suddenly, one of the invaders was gone. Not dead. Not broken. Just… gone.
Morbryn, the Executioner of the Lost, stepped forward with a blade too vast for even gods to comprehend. He swung once—
And the battlefield split apart.
The foreign gods had come here to erase Hades.
But now, they were fighting to survive.
The Storm and the Sea Transcend
Zeus clenched his fist.
Lightning no longer crackled.
It sang.
Every bolt of divine power that coursed through him was no longer just lightning.
It was law.
Poseidon's power deepened.
The oceans he commanded were no longer bound to a single realm.
They were endless.
Wherever there was water, he was present.
Wherever the storm raged, Zeus ruled.
For the first time in history, the three brothers were equals in divinity.
But Hades…
Hades had already walked this path.
And he had gone farther.
The War Reaches Its Peak
The foreign gods realized it too late.
They were no longer fighting gods.
They were fighting something else.
The divine plane would never be the same again.
And the war had only just begun.