The void was silent.
The first Outer God had fallen.
Not slain. Not destroyed.
But defeated.
And that was something no god had ever done before.
Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon stood amidst the shattered remnants of reality, their forms flickering between existence and the unknown.
They had not merely survived.
They had changed.
But the battle was far from over.
Because the Outer Gods were watching.
And now, they would answer.
The Awakening of the Endless Ones
Something shifted.
Not in space. Not in time.
But in the very fabric of creation.
The first Outer God had been a single entity, a lone guardian of something beyond the understanding of Olympus.
Now, they were all stirring.
Beings vast as galaxies.
Entities that spoke, and entire universes obeyed.
They had never been challenged. Never been defied.
And now, for the first time in eternity—
They had been threatened.
The war had truly begun.
The Three Kings Prepare
Zeus turned to Hades, his golden eyes burning with the power of storms that stretched across dimensions.
"We're not leaving, are we?"
Poseidon exhaled, the abyssal tides surging behind him. "If we do, they'll come for Olympus next."
Hades didn't answer immediately.
His gaze was fixed ahead, watching as the void bent under the weight of something far greater than before.
A storm of concepts, of unspoken laws, of existence itself bending to accommodate what was coming.
"No," he finally said. "We stand."
And as the Outer Gods descended—
The three brothers prepared for war.