The void screamed.
Reality was breaking.
The battle between Olympus and the Outer Gods had begun—not as a clash of divine power, not as a contest of will, but as a war for existence itself.
For the first time in eternity, the Endless Ones had been challenged.
And now, they would respond.
The Wrath of the Endless Ones
Reality did not tremble. It shattered.
The Outer Gods did not fight with weapons. They fought with concepts.
One of them raised a single thought—
And an entire dimension ceased to exist.
Another reached forward—
And the laws of time rewrote themselves.
They were not warriors.
They were the architects of reality itself.
And yet—
Olympus did not fall.
Because the three kings stood.
Because for the first time in eternity, the Endless Ones faced something they did not understand.
Resistance.
Zeus, the Walking Storm
Zeus raised his hand—
And the sky answered.
Not the sky of Olympus.
Not the sky of the divine plane.
But the storm that lived in the heart of all creation.
Lightning did not crackle.
It roared.
His storm no longer belonged to him alone. It was written into the fabric of existence.
And as he struck—the void burned.
A thousand Endless Ones turned toward him.
They had never been struck before.
They had never been harmed.
Now, they knew what it meant to bleed.
Poseidon, the Abyss That Devours
The ocean rose.
But it was not the ocean of the mortal world.
Not the sea of Olympus.
It was the first tide.
The water between worlds.
The abyss that drowned entire realms, entire pantheons, without ever being seen.
And now, it obeyed Poseidon.
He was no longer the god of the sea.
He was the Endless Tide.
Wherever water existed—wherever gravity bent the shape of the universe—his power surged.
And as he called forth the abyss, the Endless Ones stepped back.
Because they had seen what came next.
And they did not wish to drown.
Hades, the End That Walks
But Hades?
Hades did not attack.
He waited.
Because he had already learned.
This was not a war of destruction.
This was a war of permanence.
The Outer Gods sought to erase him.
And yet, he remained.
Because where there was an end—
Where there was silence—
Hades would always exist.
One of the Endless reached toward him, attempting to unmake him.
And Hades stepped forward.
The void bent around him.
And for the first time—
an Outer God hesitated.
Because Hades was no longer a god.
He was becoming something else.