CRACKLE!
The air didn't just hum; it split apart with the sound of tearing silk as raw lightning wreathed Zeus’s sky hand. He didn't shout, he exhaled a grunt of pure effort as he drove the Thunder Punch forward. The air itself flattened before his fist, compressing into a visible shockwave.
Hades twisted his torso, the lightning-charged fist grazing his ribs. The static discharge seared his chiton and left a blistering line across his skin that slled of ozone and burnt flesh. He couldn't fully dodge the concussive tailwind, which hamred into his shoulder like a physical blow.
He was thrown off-balance, right into Poseidon’s path.
CLANG!
The Poseidon’s trident t Helkarion in a shower of white-hot sparks that stung their faces. Poseidon leaned in, his imnse strength a tangible, crushing weight. The muscles in Hades’s arms scread as he was physically locked in place, his boots grinding into the rock.
Zeus didn't need an invitation. His sky hand glowed again, but this ti a miniature, screaming cyclone wrapped around it. 'Thunder Punch Aeroblast.'
There was no ti to react. The blow took Hades square in the chest.
The sound was a sickening, wet crunch of bone giving way. The lightning didn't just flash—it burrowed, and the concussive air blast erupted inside his chest cavity. Hades’s body arched violently, a jet of hot, black ichor, tasting of cold iron and grave-soil, spraying from his mouth and nose. He was thrown backward like a discarded doll, cratering the ground. The earth fissured around him with a deep, groaning shudder.
Before the dust could settle, the air itself scread with gathering power. 'Storm Pulse!' 'Tidebound Execution!' A sphere of chaotic lightning and a crescent of water sharp enough to cut space itself converged on the crater.
Hades beat his wings, a desperate, lurching motion that hauled his broken body skyward. The twin attacks t the earth below. The BOOOM was not a sound, but a vacuum that stole all air, followed by a geyser of vaporized rock and acrid, stinging steam.
They fired again. This ti, Hades didn't dodge. He t them with a storm of his own. 'Shadow Avatar'
His shadow bled across the ground, birthing a dozen clones that sward the brothers from all sides.
'Black Haze'
He and his copies blow a thick, dark haze that clung to skin and armor, swallowing light and muffling all sound into a dull, oppressive hum.
Zeus summoned a wind to disperse it, but the haze, woven from the very essence of secrecy, lingered. Then, in the heart of the darkness, a sickly green light flared in a dozen pairs of hands. 'Soul Quake.'
Hades clapped his hands.
The silent green ripple passed through armor, flesh, and bone without resistance.
Aaaaahhhh!!! AAAAAAA!!!
Zeus and Poseidon seized, their screams dying in their throats. This was not physical pain. It was the sensation of their immortal souls being flayed. A freezing fire ignited behind their eyes. Golden ichor, thin and shimring, leaked from their eyes, ears, and nostrils. They clutched their heads, staggering as their very sense of self was violently shaken.
Through the spiritual agony, Zeus unleashed a wild, indiscriminate 'Chain Arc.' Lightning jumped erratically, scorching clones, Hades, and even Poseidon, who grunted as the electricity seared his side.
Gritting his teeth against the tornt, Hades rasped, "Velkarion—bind Poseidon!"
The Stygian chain shot from his belt, its spearhead like a living thing that darted and weaved like a hunting serpent before fixing on its prey and lunging.
Poseidon's instincts scread. "Awaken—Leviathan" He hurled the weapon, and the sapphire beast that manifested glowed with the sa, unique azure light as Poseidon's own soul.
Snap!
The Leviathan's jaws closed on empty air as Velkarion twisted with impossible agility, its spearhead piercing the spectral beast's flank and bind. The Leviathan roared, a sound of spiritual anguish, its form dissolving as Velkarion's chains constricted, sealing it back into the trident, which now hung trapped and inert in the void.
Hades's eyes widened. "How…?" A flicker of his Secret Divinity burned the truth into his mind: a fragnt of his brother's soul stor d in trident. "He anchored his soul to it…crazy."
The revelation cost him. A killing intent flared behind him. He lurched aside as Zeus's cyclone-wreathed fist shattered the space where his head had been.
What followed was a brutal, grinding exchange. Hades's enhanced Dark Shields blood before him, only to shatter like stained glass under Zeus's relentless, hamring assault. As the last one fractured, Poseidon, recovered and raging, charged from behind. Hades didn't raise another shield. He hurled a small, silently drifting
'Dream Void.'
It was too close. A wave of debilitating dizziness swamped their senses, making the world swim. Their body on his own surge divine energy and form film around their skin. Hades surged the essence of Mortality into Helkarion and struck—a vertical slash that carved open Poseidon's face with a wet, tearing sound, shearing through his eye, and a horizontal sweep that opened a deep, gushing wound across Zeus's stomach. Golden blood fountained, hot and slick. If divine energy not envelope their body then maybe this blow will be deadly for them.
The blinding, mortal pain shocked them awake. Their retaliation was instinctual, total. 'Tsunami!' 'Cyclone Core!'
The twin cataclysms—a mountain of divine water and a spinning sphere of atmospheric annihilation—hit Hades like the fist of the world itself, hurling his broken form through the air.
They tried to heal.
'Healing Water,'
Poseidon bathed himself in jade healing water while Zeus poured a high-grade potion over his gut. The gushing stopped, but the wounds remained, pulsing with a dark, necrotic energy that resisted all nding. The scars of Mortality would remain.
"HADES!" Their roar was one of raw, furious pain.
'Sky Wrath' 'Ocean Wrath'
Their auras erupted, no longer just power, but the screaming manifest will of their entire realms. The air itself beca gold and azure. They charged, all their divinity concentrated into their final, decisive blows.
Hades t them, Helkarion flaring with void-black fla. He slashed, a crescent of absolute darkness flying to et them. They moved through it, then their fists connecting simultaneously.
Poseidon's blow flattened his nose with a wet crunch. Zeus's punch to his chest splintered ribs, driving bone shards deep into his lungs. A following blow to his back cracked his spine with a sound like stepping on dry branches.
He was a broken puppet, held together by will alone. As Zeus's sky hand charged. He surge all his divine energy on it. His sky hand glowed, consuming all light and sound, drawing in the very energy of the battlefield. 'Overload Burst.'
The white explosion was absolute. It bleached the world of color and sound, leaving only a silent, blinding whiteness. When it faded, Hades drifted, a limp, bruised form caked in drying black ichor, his organs pierced, his bones shattered. Consciousness was a single, straining thread in the void. He dragged a ragged, bubbling breath, the taste of iron and ending filling his mouth.
His eyes, swollen to slits, closed. The whisper co out from his lips with finality.
"Apo…calypse—unle…ashed."
Lub-dub! Lub-dub!
The sound was not in Hades's ears, but in his bones, a deep, primordial rhythm that superseded his own dying heartbeat. His breathing slowed into the absolute stillness of the abyss.
Poseidon and Zeus look at unconscious Hades. Suddenly, unknown deep chill hit them. Poseidon look surrounding 'Sothing is strange. Sothing—ominous.'
Within his soul, in an endless void. Three orbs—black, silver and gold orbiting eachother over Underworld divinity. Suddenly, ceased their revolution. They collided and fused in a silent, terrible flash, collapsing into a single, miniature star of violent violet light. This new-born singularity locked into a perfect, terrifying orbit around the colossal core of his Underworld Domain.
A wave of golden energy—the pure essence of Harmony—surged through the chaos, and stable the connection between them. The great central sphere of his power began to spin, a vortex that tore energy from the fundantal fabric of reality itself.
Hades’s eyes flew open. They were no longer eyes, but pools of raw, radiating athyst light. His veins swelled, rising against his pallid skin like styx river, pulsing with a power that represents finality. The darkness was crawled from his hand and consu his full body. His bones cracked and lengthened, his claws curving into obsidian scythes, his wings sharpening into obsidian blades.
His presence was no longer that of a god-king. It was the silent, imnse pressure of the primordial. Primordial that represents Underworld. That represents finality.
ROOOAARR!!!
His beastly roar reverberate in whole world like announcent of his arrival. A silent, visible torrent of pure, undiluted entropy erupted from him in all directions. The Underworld shake voilently, the very stones of Tartarus groaning as if trying to escape their own sovereign.
The effect was not contained only here. It was a chain reaction of cosmic law breaking. In the Earth Realm, series of castrophies occured. Volcanoes erupt and unraveled, vomiting continents of ash and fire into skies that block even a single ray of hope. The ground fissure, swallowing mountains and cities whole. Oceans forgot their nature, rising in mindless, mountainous tsunamis that ignored tides and reason. Ghosts and demonic beast beco overactive and frenzy. Gravity faltered; stones, seas, and entire forests drifted upward into the smothering haze. In the sky realm, constellations shattered, star clash with celestial entities.
Zeus and Poseidon could only stare, their minds refusing to process the unraveling of their cosmos. The word escaped Zeus's lips, a breath of pure, unadulterated horror he had never known: "…Primordial."
Poseidon’s instincts, usually a sharp and trusted guide, beca a single, screaming note of primal panic. He looked at his own hands; they trembled with dreadful fear.
Hades turned his head, the movent unnervingly fluid and precise. An eerie, placid smile touched his lips, devoid of any malice or triumph they could recognize.
Zeus blinked.
And Hades was simply there. Inches away. No flash, no displacent of air. Reacting on part of seconds of battle-hardened instinct, Zeus threw every shred of his remaining power into a single, desperate punch with his sky hand, the air crackling and compressing into a vacuum around his fist.
Hades caught it with a single index finger.
The cataclysmic force of Zeus's own blow vanished into that one, impossible point of contact. Then, Hades gave a gentle, almost dismissive push.
To Zeus, it felt like the collective mass and montum of every mountain in every realm had been focused into his sternum. The wet, sickening CRUNCH-CRACK of his ribs, sternum, and divine armor shattering was deafening. He was erased from his position, a golden cot of gore and broken divinity blasting backward through dinsions until he cratered into the deepest, darkest bedrock of the Earth Realm.
Poseidon turned. Not to fight. To flee. He burned his divinity, the very source of his life, rupturing his own divine muscles, his skin splitting under the strain. Fear had beco his entire universe, a tidal wave drowning out all thought, all honor.
A voice, calm and intimately familiar, whispered directly into the fabric of his soul, bypassing his ears. "Where are you going, my lovely younger brother?"
Poseidon squeezed his eyes shut, pushing faster. He dared to open them a slit, a sliver of a mont to gauge his escape.
A black hand, serene and inevitable, was already closing over his face, cool and dry like ancient stone.
A single touch. 'Gleam of Nightmare.'
Poseidon’s mind and body gave away, his consciousness faded in the dreadful terror. His body going instantly, completely limp, a discarded puppet adrift in the silent void.
Hades turned. He moved to Hecate, who stood rooted, a devastating mixture of awe, terror, and love warring in her eyes. He didn't speak. He simply opened his arms, and she fell into them, her embrace both a desperate question and a fervent answer. He felt her trembling against the cosmic chill that now radiated from him.
"We won," he whispered, his voice now a resonant, multi-layered hum that vibrated in her very bones.
"But how?" she breathed, pulling back to search his radiant, alien eyes. "This power... it's—It's Primordial."
"The Apocalypse form was a key," he explained, the words precise and calm, like a lecturer on annihilation. "It forced a perfect, critical synergy. Harmony stabilized the connection, allowing to channel the raw, unford essence of the Underworld itself. But it's a temporary for few more minutes and it also limited to my domain. Beyond these borders, I am—"
He froze. His head snapped toward the bottom of the Earth Realm, his smile vanishing, replaced by a look of pure, predatory focus. He shoved Hecate behind him with one arm.
"SHOW YOURSELF, GAIA!"
The Earth Realm tremble. The soil, stone, magma, and bedrock of the entire world combine into a living, breathing concept of the land, taking the form of a breathtakingly beautiful and utterly rciless woman. Gaia manifested, her eyes holding the cold, patient fury of shifting continents.
From the very cracks from earth realm, water flooded, the essence from which all seas were born—welled up. It gathered with a profound, silent pressure into a form of imnse, ancient power. Pontus took shape, his presence the deep, crushing, and utterly silent.
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