The skies trembled.
For a brief, chilling moment, all was still.
Then—Megumi vanished.
A sonic boom shattered the stillness. In the blink of an eye, the Fallen King reappeared behind the Olympians, his aura flaring like a supernova, gold, black, and white light spilling across the divine balcony. Red lightning flickered around him, fracturing the marble under his boots.
Startled, Ares spun, drawing his blade. Athena gripped her spear, while Apollo summoned his radiant bow. But Megumi stood still—unmoving. Radiating power beyond measure.
A deep, ancient voice broke the tension.
"Enough."
The Olympians turned to see not just Zeus and Poseidon standing behind them, but eight of the original Titans now at their sides—massive, ancient beings who had once ruled the world before the gods usurped them.
Cronus. Oceanus. Themis. Coeus. Crius. Mnemosyne. Iapetus. And even Prometheus, bound in celestial flame.
They stood united with the Olympians.
The sky blackened as their combined power rippled across the mountaintop.
Poseidon took a step forward, trident glowing violently.
"This will not go your way, Fallen King. You will die today… and we are all prepared to die to make sure of it."
One by one, the gods raised their weapons.
Zeus's hands crackled with divine thunder. Apollo's bow gleamed with solar fury. Ares's sword screamed for blood. Athena's eyes narrowed behind her helmet.
And all around them, the titans pulsed with cosmic energy.
Every god and titan on Olympus stood shoulder-to-shoulder.
United—for the first time in eternity—not by trust, but by fear of one man.
Megumi looked at them. Slowly. Patiently.
And then he spoke—not in anger, but in a voice that carried the weight of a thousand lifetimes.
"You all stand together. Gods. Titans. Creatures of power older than memory."
He turned his gaze to Poseidon, then Zeus, and then to the rest.
"You'll fight to preserve your thrones. You'll protect yourselves. You'll bicker and war like children…"
He clenched a fist, his aura flaring once more.
"…and mortals will pick up the pieces. Again. As they always do."
A gust of divine wind blew his hair back. His golden eyes glowed brighter.
"You rule from on high, but your hands are soaked with the blood of innocents. You preach balance, but bring only chaos. You speak of sacrifice, yet fear justice."
The earth trembled underfoot.
"I'm not here to be a king…"
He floated slightly above the marble, wings unfurled, halo burning.
"I'm here to be your consequence."
The sky roared.
The ground cracked.
And Olympus prepared for war.