Chapter 50: The End of the Outer War
The void burned.
Not with flame. Not with light.
But with the battle of gods.
Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon stood amidst the shattered remnants of reality, their forms flickering between existence and the unknown.
The Outer Gods had never been challenged.
Never been wounded.
Until now.
And now, they would fall.
The Final Stand of the Endless Ones
The Outer Gods did not rage.
They did not scream.
They simply moved.
Reality collapsed around them, entire galaxies folding into nothingness.
One of them reached forward—not physically, but conceptually.
It did not seek to kill the three brothers.
It sought to erase them.
But Hades had seen the void before.
And he was no longer bound by what gods were supposed to be.
Wherever there was an end, wherever there was silence, he would exist.
And so, as the Outer Gods tried to erase him—
Hades became the End.
And the void screamed.
Zeus' Wrath Unleashed
Zeus raised his hand—
And the storm answered.
Not a mortal storm. Not even a divine one.
The first storm.
The tempest that had existed before Olympus, before time, before anything.
Lightning did not crackle.
It roared.
Entire dimensions shattered beneath its fury, arcs of divine power reducing entire star clusters to dust.
The Outer Gods who had never known suffering—
Felt it now.
Poseidon's Abyss Consumes All
The ocean rose.
Not the ocean of Earth.
Not the ocean of the divine plane.
But the abyss beneath all things.
The first tide.
The drowning force of the cosmos itself.
And Poseidon commanded it.
The waters crashed forward, devouring even the Outer Gods, pulling them into a sea where even eternity could not escape.
For the first time—
The Outer Gods knew what it meant to fear.
The Three Brothers Stand Triumphant
The battlefield was silent.
The war was over.
The Outer Gods had been defeated.
Not destroyed.
Not slain.
But cast back into the abyss, never to challenge Olympus again.
The divine plane was safe.
For now.
The Return of the Kings
Zeus turned to his brothers.
"The war is not over," he said.
Poseidon nodded. "No. It has only begun."
Hades looked beyond the void, toward the divine plane, toward Olympus, toward the Underworld.
Toward what awaited them.
Because the three of them had changed.
And soon, the gods who had once stood beside them would be forced to decide—
Would they rise with them?
Or would they fall before them?
In silence, the three brothers stepped forward—
And the cosmos made way.
They were returning.
And soon—
Olympus would tremble.