When 'Zeus' descended from the ruins of Olympus and set his sights on the wider world with the Wrath of Earth in his hands, he was no longer a king of gods enraged by the defilement of his queen, but a walking embodiment of destruction.
The divinity within him churned and boiled. The fragmented authorities of the Olympian gods clashed and merged within his being like a molten furnace, driving him to consume more and complete the final 'return'.
His list of victims was no longer limited to the major gods who posed a direct threat.
River gods, mountain gods, nymphs, minor deities... any being that radiated a divine spark became his prey.
The earth wailed beneath his feet. The heavens darkened as the gods fell, one after another.
Rivers dried up, forests withered, the seasons were thrown into complete chaos. The world sank into a deathly silence at an alarming rate, the land on the verge of becoming a primordial wasteland where only Zeus lived.
The Titan gods, imprisoned in the abyss of Tartarus, sensed through the cracks the one-sided slaughter above and the sharp decline in the concentration of divinity between heaven and earth. First came gloating, but it soon transformed into an inexpressible fear.
Because after 'Zeus' cleansed the earth and the sea, he would eventually set his sights on this last 'divine repository'.
Finally, when 'Zeus's' shadow fell upon the entrance to the Underworld, when his wild laughter and the hum of the Wrath of Earth reached the realm of the dead, the ancient gods who still lived were moved by the deepest instincts of survival, temporarily setting aside the grudges and estrangements of the past.
The goddess of day, 'Hemera', drove her faint sunlight and descended alongside her brother 'Aether', the god of the upper air. Their light tried to pierce the dark force field around 'Zeus', a field laced with the dying resentments of countless gods.
The embodiment of the deep sea, 'Pontus', the primordial sea god usually indifferent to the affairs of the land, also raised monstrous waves filled with ancient wrath, striking from the edge of the world with the intention of dragging 'Zeus' into the abyss of eternal pressure.
Even the vast and amorphous will of 'Uranus', which should have hovered above all, sunk in the near-eternal tranquility of the sky itself, was forcibly stirred by this madness threatening the very foundations of the world, imposing a compulsion as heavy as the entire heavens.
The fissure of 'Tartarus' was ripped open by force. The mutilated but still enormous body of the former King of Gods, 'Kronos', emerged from the abyss under the complex gazes of several Titans.
Chaotic waves of time rolled around him, his eyes, filled with hunger and hatred, fixed upon 'Zeus'.
The so-called dragon-slayer had, in the end, become the evil dragon.
The son who had overthrown and imprisoned him had now become an even more terrifying monster.
And standing at the forefront among all these gods was Hades.
Holding the absolute black, two-pronged bident, his entire body radiated the cold divine power of death and the riches of the Underworld. His expression was grave, his eyes filled with the determination of one 'forced to face a powerful enemy' and 'concern for the world's peril'.
He played the role of the Lord of the Underworld, who had to stand up in this critical moment, having dispatched 'Thanatos', 'Hypnos', and the other Underworld gods to take positions and remain on alert.
A coalition of gods, arguably the most lavish since the beginning of the world, surrounded 'Zeus' and his magical blade on the devastated earth.
The battle began instantly.
The cosmic light of 'Aether' tried to strip Zeus of external energy. The day-force of 'Hemera' burned his churning soul. The deep-sea pressure of 'Pontus' constricted from all sides. The sky-will of 'Uranus' was like an invisible giant hand trying to crush him. And 'Kronos', wielding a scythe imbued with the power of temporal confusion, launched attacks from the most cunning angles.
Hades commanded the forces of the Underworld, constantly interfering with 'Zeus's' movements.
The scene was magnificent and tragic.
Light and darkness intertwined. The aftershocks of divine power repeatedly reshaped the landscape for thousands of miles.
Every swing of the Wrath of Earth placed the besiegers in danger. Its property of 'return to the source' made all the gods cautious, not daring to let the blade truly touch their divine bodies.
Yet, this seemingly fierce siege could not truly suppress 'Zeus'.
The divinity within him burned even more fiercely under the pressure. The disparate powers he had plundered were forcibly 'forged' together in battle, his strength growing at a visible rate.
He was like a tiger surrounded by wolves. Though scars continued to appear on his body, his momentum grew ever more ferocious, his counter-attacks ever more deadly.
Hades performed 'creditably' in the battle.
Every time his bident struck out, it radiated a sinister and cunning aura of death, always intervening in 'Zeus's' key moves just in time, rescuing allies caught in danger, yet never unleashing power beyond the 'peak of major divine strength'.
He seemed more like an advanced tactical commander and firefighter than the absolute core force that would determine the battle's course.
After a prolonged siege, losses began to mount.
One of 'Pontus's' tentacles was severed, its pure water essence absorbed.
The cosmic field of 'Aether' was brutally torn.
The temporal ripples of 'Kronos' were partially counteracted by the power of the fertile cycle from 'Demeter', linked to the Wrath of Earth.
Seeing the battle situation turn unfavorable, her own side's morale beginning to waver, 'Hemera' could no longer contain her panic and her reliance on a more powerful being.
Suddenly, she broke from the battle circle, raised her head, and poured all her divine power into a desperate plea directed at the deepest darkness and most primordial night in the world:
"Mother Goddess! Father God! The King of Gods has gone mad! He is slaughtering all the gods, destroying the entire world! Please! Come and help us! Let us kill him together! Otherwise, everything will be for nothing!"
Her voice pierced the barriers of space, carrying the characteristic penetrative power of day, reaching into Nyx and Erebus—the realms where the two primordial gods, Night and Darkness, usually slept.
But the only response was dead silence.
As if eternal Night and Darkness themselves had sunk into a slumber from which they could not be awakened.
'Hemera's' face instantly turned as pale as paper.
The hearts of the other besieging gods also sank.
Nyx and Erebus, as the most ancient and enigmatic primordial gods, rarely interfered directly in the world, but their very existence was the ultimate deterrent and balance.
Even they did not respond... What did this mean?
'Zeus', who had maintained a trace of vigilance throughout the siege, always on guard against possible intervention from the two primordial gods, was slightly surprised by the dead silence following 'Hemera's' plea. Then, uncontrollable laughter erupted from his lips!
"HAHAHAHA!!"
The laughter was filled with immense pride and a certain certainty that 'fate is on my side'.
"No answer! Did you hear that? NO ANSWER!"
'Zeus' swept the Wrath of Earth, repelling a wave of attacks, his eyes blazing with golden light.
"This is destiny! This is fate! I am destined to tread upon the bones of the gods and ascend to the pinnacle of the supreme and only God!"
The last shreds of doubt dissolved. The last vestiges of restraint vanished.
'Zeus' no longer held back.