A tense silence spread across the Grand Hall, leaving no answers, only more questions.
"His exile was justified," Hades said at last. "But the manner of his death... that concerns us."
He paused, his voice growing heavier. "And sothing prevented his soul from existing after death. That is not normal."
A chilling silence followed.
Athena spoke, her tone sharp and analytical. "Whoever killed him understands dinsions beyond our influence."
Hades nodded grimly. "A being capable of erasing a god’s trace... is dangerous beyond asure."
Apollo stepped forward, his light dimr than usual. "Even with light, I cannot see his final mont. It is as if reality itself refuses to show it."
Poseidon clenched his trident, sea energy rippling. "Even Titans cannot hide death so completely."
Hers whispered, unease clear in his voice. "This feels like sothing outside our spectrum. I fear this. Anything that leaves no trace, no past, no mory, is more dangerous than Titans."
Ares growled, gripping his spear. "I will avenge my son. Even if I must scour every realm. I will find them."
Athena shot him a cold glare. "Find who?"
"The vision revealed nothing. If your son died hidden inside a dead dinsion, we cannot avenge what we cannot see."
Ares gritted his teeth, his jaw trembling with rage. He had no answer.
At last, Zeus rose, his presence filling the hall. "We must discover who, or what, killed the God of Fear."
His voice rolled across Olympus like a storm. "This is an insult to the throne."
Lightning cracked across the ceiling. "A challenge to our divine authority."
Thunder shook the entire mountain. "No god-killer shall roam freely."
Ares demanded, "What is our first step?"
Zeus’s eyes glowed with storm-fire. "First, we find who killed Phobos."
"And when the killer reveals themselves," he added coldly, "Olympus will respond."
One by one, the gods left the hall, each deeply troubled. Not by Phobos’s death, but by the terrifying truth. A god had been killed. And Olympus had no idea how.
When the grand council dispersed, the gods retreated into their marble corridors, long shining halls carved from starlight and Titan-forged stone.
But Olympus did what Olympus always did, it gossiped and mocked. Because to them Phobos was not a tragic loss but a disgrace who had embarrassed Olympus.
---
The Goddess’ Pavilion — Private Chambers
A serene courtyard floated among the clouds, where ambrosia flowers blood endlessly, golden vines twisted around ivory columns, and a shimring pool reflected the sky like living silk.
While three goddesses, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Hera, gathered there, each radiating divinity in her own way.
Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, reclined on a floating chaise woven from pink stardust, her skin glowing like rose-gold marble, her long curled hair cascading like liquid diamonds, and a translucent gown of divine light clinging effortlessly to her form.
She sighed dramatically and said, "So Phobos died?"
Before her lips curved into a teasing smile and she added, "What a pathetic end. I always said he was too dramatic, even for a god of fear."
Artemis, the Huntress, stood tall beside a tree of silver leaves, wearing a short battle-skirt of moon-thread, thigh straps holding twin daggers, and a tunic shimring like wolf fur, her silver hair flowing like a moonlit stream.
She snorted and said, "Killed while banished. How embarrassing."
She twirled an arrow of pure moonlight between her fingers. "I doubt even monsters would brag about slaying him."
Hera, the Queen of the Gods, stood with flawless poise, her gown cascading like molten gold and erald fabric, jewels of Titan origin hovering slowly around her shoulders.
She spoke coldly, "Phobos violated Olympus law. His death is irrelevant."
Then, almost imperceptibly, a smirk touched her lips. "But I must admit... not even Zeus erases a body so completely."
Aphrodite leaned forward, clearly amused, and asked, "Do you think soone powerful is rising, a new threat?"
Hera shrugged with elegant indifference and replied, "Perhaps, or perhaps Phobos simply irritated the wrong being."
---
The Balcony of Echoing Winds
Nearby, Athena and Deter stood overlooking the valley of broken stars.
Athena wore her iconic silver battle-tunic, tight-fitting armor plates hugging her fra with elegance. Her hair, black as obsidian, was braided with small golden owls.
Deter wore a flowing green-and-gold dress that moved like growing vines, fresh blossoms sprouting with her steps.
Deter shook her head. "Ares looked furious. Will he cause trouble?"
Athena answered without emotion, "Ares is always furious. Phobos dying only spares Olympus his incompetence."
Deter’s jaw dropped. "Athena! That’s harsh."
Athena shrugged. "It’s simply true."
---
The Hall of Queens
Further away, Hestia, Persephone, and Iris gathered near a massive hearth.
Hestia, gentle and serene, stood apart from the others, wearing a simple glowing robe that radiated warmth, and she whispered softly, "It is sad... he was a child once."
But Iris, the Goddess of Rainbows, dressed in a flowing multicolored silk gown that refracted light like a living prism, laughed lightly and replied, "A child who grew into a creep, Hestia, we all saw how he glared at everyone like a stalker in so tragic play."
Persephone, clad in a dark, elegant gown ford from obsidian petals, nodded in agreent and said calmly, "Frankly... I’m relieved he’s gone," before tapping her chin thoughtfully and adding, "But the unknown killer worries ."
---
Along the long, gleaming corridors of Olympus, away from the Grand Hall, minor gods and demi-gods gathered in small clusters, their voices low but sharp with ridicule.
"Phobos died? Good riddance."
"Whoever killed him deserves a dal."
"A God of Fear who couldn’t even scare a mortal toddler."
"Olympus is better off without him."
"Ares is going to rage."
"Let him."
Soft laughter followed, echoing off marble walls and golden arches.
---
From his throne, Zeus heard every whisper, every joke, and every piece of mockery.
Yet instead of anger a slow smirk ford on his face as lightning crackled lazily across his fingers while he said quietly, "Let them laugh, let them gossip."
Before his eyes darkened with swirling storm clouds he clenched his hand as thunder rolled across Olympus and he finished, "Because whoever killed Phobos... is now a threat to Olympus."
---
The sky above Asgard trembled as Sharky descended from his Space Clock jump, his expression unreadable, calm on the surface, yet beneath it a quiet inferno of rage burned.
Sif and Hela rushed toward him at once, and Sif’s eyes glistened as hope trembled in her voice when she asked, "Sharky... did you find her?"
Sharky shook his head once. "No. The trail vanished inside a place I still cannot access."
Sif collapsed to her knees, covering her face as silent tears slipped through her fingers, while Hela placed a steady hand on her sister’s shoulder, forcing herself to remain composed for Sigurd, who slept peacefully in her arms.
Sharky knelt and drew Sif gently into his embrace. "I will not stop," he said softly. "Even if I must tear every realm apart."
Odin approached them then, weary but composed, his single eye glowing with solemn wisdom. "Sharky... there is one place left unexplored."
Sharky looked up. "Olympus."
Odin nodded. "Yes. Phobos was banished, but Olympus is a tangled web of pride and secrets. If any god sheltered him, assisted him, or knew of Astrid’s fate..."
He paused briefly before finishing, "...you will find traces there."
Hela stepped forward, cradling baby Sigurd. "Father, will Olympus allow Sharky to enter their realm freely?"
Odin exhaled slowly. "They cannot deny entry to a visiting goddess of Asgard. Hela, as my daughter, and Sharky as your husband, Olympus will welco you."
He then turned his gaze to Sharky. "Go as travelers. A married couple with your infant prince. Search quietly. And if Astrid’s scent lingers there..." His voice hardened. "...you will know."
Sharky nodded once, "Then we go to Olympus."
---
anwhile, inside the War God Ares’ quarters, a massive golden chamber burned with red flas.
Ares stood at its center like a living furnace, bronze skin blazing, muscles carved like a Titan’s, eyes burning like twin suns, while weapons floated around him in restless orbits, reacting to his rage.
Beside him stood Deimos, God of Terror, tense and silent, and Enyo, goddess of war and mother of Phobos, her expression cold and sharp with grief.
Ares slamd his fist into a marble pillar, shattering it completely.
"Who killed my son?" he roared. "AND WHY?"
Deimos clenched his jaw, then finally spoke, his voice tight. "Father... Do you rember? Before his banishnt, Phobos asked for sothing."
Ares turned toward him, frowning. "Yes," he said. "He asked for a way to enter Asgard for him."
Enyo’s eyes narrowed as she clenched her jaw. "Why?" she demanded. "Whom did he seek to kidnap?"
Deimos snapped his fingers once. "He asked about a child," he said. "An Asgardian child nad Astrid."
Ares’ expression darkened instantly. "Then Phobos must have taken her, an Asgardian princess."
He tightened his grip around his burning spear.
"He provoked Asgard," Ares continued. "Of course they must have retaliated and killed him."
Deimos hesitated, then asked quietly, "Should we avenge him?"
Ares’ voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl. "We cannot strike first. Zeus forbade it."
He paused, and then a slow, deadly smile spread across his face.
"But if Asgard strikes Olympus first..."
Deimos’s eyes glead with anticipation. "...then vengeance is lawful."
Ares nodded once, the flas around him flaring higher.
---
But none of them knew the truth.
Sharky Valor, the father of the missing princess, was already on his way to Olympus.
And when those two forces finally collided...
Olympus would tremble.
---
UNKNOWN TILINE
Sowhere beyond the normal flow of ti, in a place untouched by past, present, or future, a realm existed beneath a purple-black sky twisted like liquid shadow.
Floating stones drifted endlessly. Ancient ruins hung suspended in the void, broken yet preserved, as if history itself had been frozen mid-collapse.
There stood Echidna, the Mother of Monsters.
Her serpentine lower body coiled through the air, scales shimring with ancient runes, while her upper form was that of a devilishly beautiful woman. Erald eyes glowed with venomous intelligence, and a cruel smile curved her lips.
Before her floated Astrid Valor, unconscious, wrapped within a cocoon of stasis energy, ti and motion completely halted around the child.
Echidna tilted her head slightly. Then she laughed. A maniacal, echoing laugh.
"HAHAHAHA—magnificent," she purred. "The child of Sif and Sharky... with ... while no one else even knows where she is."
She drifted closer, gazing at Astrid with twisted affection.
"Now Sharky will tear Olympus apart searching for you," Echidna whispered. "Ares will crave vengeance for his son. Zeus will cling to his pride. And the gods..."
She chuckled softly. "Ah, those glorious fools... they will drown in their own arrogance."
She spread her arms wide, embracing the swirling emptiness around her.
"Chaos, my beloved chaos... will reign across every realm."
Her form began to shimr, edges dissolving into mist and shadow.
"Sleep well, Astrid Valor," Echidna said softly, her voice dripping with promise.
"You are the spark that will burn gods and mortals alike."
With one last wicked smile, Echidna vanished together with Astrid, slipping into yet another unknown tiline.
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