The Second War of the Pantheons had ended.
The gods had bled.
The divine plane had changed.
Poseidon had drowned the First Sea, proving that his dominion over the ocean was absolute.
Hades had erased the gods of Egypt, showing that the End was inevitable.
Zeus had spoken once, and the war had ceased.
But the end of a war does not mean peace.
It means the beginning of something greater.
Hades – The Throne of the End
The Underworld was silent.
Not empty.
Not broken.
But silent.
Hades sat upon his throne, his fingers resting against the armrest, his gaze locked on the abyss before him.
The End had expanded.
The war had strengthened his dominion, his will no longer bound by the limits of the gods.
But power came with consequence.
Demeter stood beside him, her presence woven into the very fabric of this realm.
She had changed.
Not in power alone—but in purpose.
"What now?" Her voice was calm, but beneath it was the weight of everything they had built.
Hades closed his eyes.
He had felt it.
A presence.
A force older than gods.
The war had not just changed the divine plane—it had awakened something.
"We prepare." His voice was final. Absolute.
Because this victory was temporary.
And soon, something far greater would arrive.
Poseidon – The Ocean Stirs Once More
The tides of True Atlantis were still.
Poseidon stood upon the highest peak of his domain, staring into the abyss of his creation.
He had won.
He had drowned the Primordial Ocean.
But he was not at peace.
Because he had felt it too.
A tremor in the tides.
A ripple in the fabric of the sea—something greater than the war itself.
"This is not over." His grip on the trident tightened, his emerald eyes narrowing.
True Atlantis was his.
But the ocean was only a part of something much larger.
And now—
He would have to face it.
Zeus – The Sky's Warning
Lightning rippled across the heavens.
Zeus stood upon the highest peak of Olympus, his storm-forged eyes gazing into the infinite beyond.
The war was over.
But he had not won.
Not truly.
Because this was only the first battle.
Athena stood beside him, her golden spear resting against the marble floor.
"You sense it too."
Zeus nodded.
It was distant.
But real.
Something had awoken.
Something that even the Three Kings had not foreseen.
"We must be ready."
The sky rumbled.
Because Zeus knew.
Their power had shaken the foundations of existence itself.
And soon—
Something would come to challenge it.
Epilogue: The Unknown Awakens
Across the divine plane, the war's echoes still rippled.
The gods who had survived looked toward the Three Kings with fear and awe.
But beyond Olympus, beyond the End, beyond even True Atlantis—
Something stirred.
A presence older than the first gods.
A force that had witnessed the rise and fall of pantheons before.
And now—
It had turned its gaze toward them.
The Three Kings had won.
But now, something even greater was coming.
And the next war—
Would decide the fate of everything.