The Oceanus, a chaotic sea, roared with surging waves. Countless Divine Spirits from the two great camps—Mount Othrys and Mount Olympus—rode chariots, stood upon clouds, or balanced on the jagged reefs.
In sheer numbers, the new gods far outmatched the old. Yet in strength, the ancient Divine Spirits gathered upon Mount Othrys radiated overwhelming waves of Ether.
Kronos, wielding the Scythe of Time, and Zeus, gripping the Thunderbolt, stood at the forefront of their respective camps. Surrounded by their divine hosts, they glared across the chasm, power flaring as their auras clashed violently.
The torrents of Ether, driven by divine might and authority, crashed and tore against one another, forming a terrifying vortex of Mana at the center, distorting and shattering space. Gray-black waves of destruction collided with the silver-white force of thunder, dividing the world into two stark halves.
When dazzling auroras burst forth from the storm of thunder and dark clouds, Zeus raised his Thunderbolt high and sounded the charge.
"Overthrow the tyranny of Othrys! Glory belongs to us, the new gods—kill!"
The God King's roar split the air as he charged first, his scepter unleashing several spears of silver-white lightning.
Caught off guard, several Titans were impaled, their bodies shattering into charred chunks that plummeted into the deep sea. Golden-red divine blood spilled across the waves.
With this opening strike, Olympus seized the momentum. The gods' morale surged as they rushed forward behind Zeus, their king, charging at Mount Othrys's camp.
"You're asking for death!"
Enraged by this dishonorable ambush from the younger generation, Kronos swung the Scythe of Time in a wide arc, slashing straight at Zeus.
The eerie gray-black light carved through space and Ether alike, and Zeus, bearing the brunt of the attack, immediately raised his Aegis Shield to block.
A deafening blast erupted as golden light patterns and chaotic gray-black currents of time collided. Zeus was hurled back dozens of meters, his Aegis Shield nearly torn from his grip.
This old man… he's too strong!
The Olympus God King's heart sank. He realized instantly that in a fair one-on-one battle, he could never hope to defeat his father. But fortunately, he had never planned on giving him such a chance.
Seeing Zeus stagger, exposing an opening, Kronos lunged forward in fury, eager to finish the fight.
But then—like a thousand voices roaring at once—a deafening cry erupted from the salty sea mist.
Three colossal Hecatoncheires, each towering a hundred meters tall and brandishing countless arms armed with swords, shields, spears, and axes, stormed across the waves. Empowered by the oceanic might of Queen Metis, they roared as they blocked Kronos's advance.
"Out of my way!"
Kronos bellowed in rage, but his assault faltered under the giants' relentless obstruction.
The Titan King, armed with the Scythe of Time, had expected to crush them in an instant. Yet the torrent of time reduced only a few of their arms to ash, and instead provoked a far more savage counterattack.
Imprisoned for millennia in Tartarus, these brothers had endured the breath of death day and night, their resistance hardened to the extreme.
Kronos suddenly realized—even the nearly unstoppable Scythe of Time could not bring down these thick-skinned, iron-willed brothers so easily.
"Coeus! Iapetus! My good brothers, what are you waiting for!
Let these rebellious sprouts see who truly rules this world!"
The Titan God King fought three foes alone, relentlessly severing the arms of the monstrous Hecatoncheires. But when he realized he couldn't break through their blockade anytime soon, he turned and bellowed at the two loyal followers behind him.
Hearing his roar, the two Titan gods immediately responded in fury, charging forward to assist as they struck at Zeus and the other five God Kings.
The six newly ascended Main Gods joined forces against their two uncles. The torrents of Ether they unleashed surged skyward, repeatedly shattering the heavens above the Oceanus.
To escape the raging void tempests, both sides fought while withdrawing, driving deeper into the open seas where they could unleash their full strength, clashing in wave after wave of brutal combat.
War consumed the ocean. Every god, Titan, and monster drawn into the conflict descended into madness, locking into frenzied one-on-one battles.
The sound of blades piercing flesh, bones splintering, and bodies colliding mingled with furious roars from both sides, echoing ceaselessly across the waves. Severed limbs, shredded flesh, and divine blood rained into the churning sea, spreading golden-red ripples through the waters.
The thick Ether particles attracted countless sea beasts—hundred-meter-long squids, humpback whales vast as mountains, schools of fish with razor-sharp teeth. Tempted by both food and evolution, the swarming creatures fell upon the divine corpses in a blood-soaked frenzy.
The skies belonged to the Divine Spirits, but the seas had become the banquet table of predators. One side fought for honor and power, the other for survival and evolution. Neither was any nobler or more civilized than the other.
Yet, just as lions do not stoop to fight hyenas for scraps, and eagles ignore the carrion claimed by flies, a kind of grim balance held—like the quiet order of the food chain.
In the chaotic edges of this world, two separate wars raged, neither interfering with the other.
But not all followed the rules.
In a shadowed stretch of deep sea, a pair of crimson-black serpent eyes gleamed with faint cross-shaped patterns. Staring up at the battlefield locked in stalemate, their owner curled his lips in disdain and reached a conclusion.
Tsk. No need to watch. Kronos is doomed.
Samael snapped his jaws, crushing the Spirit Core of a Greater God he had caught. The immense Ether within poured into his body.
Disguised as a black fish hidden beneath seaweed, the ancient serpent felt the primordial divine power within him refine and strengthen thread by thread. A silent sigh of pleasure escaped him.
As for the battle above between the old and new gods, the outcome was already beyond doubt. He couldn't be bothered to watch.
If this were truly an honorable one-on-one contest, Mount Othrys might still have held a sliver of hope thanks to the might of its veteran Titans.
But this was war—a massive divine war, one that drew in nearly seventy to eighty percent of the forces of both the old and new pantheons of the Greek world.
With Mount Othrys's last three Titan Main Gods distracted by the Hecatoncheires and the six God King descendants, the Old Gods had been routed both strategically and tactically.
After the persuasion of Metis and Zeus, most of the old and new Divine Spirits had already been pacified—or wiped out.
By the time Kronos, reacting far too late, descended the mountain in person, he could rally only a handful of elder Titans, most unfit for real battle.
This war, a clash meant to decide everything, had been reduced by Kronos's blind rage into scattered skirmishes—nothing more than brawls at a village crossroads.
And leaving these hastily assembled forces to stumble blindly on the battlefield… the outcome was inevitable.
This is not how wars are fought!