The tension shattered.
Megumi vibrated, his form blurring into afterimages as the very air screamed around him. Light bent. Sound warped.
Then—he split.
Four glowing silhouettes stepped away from his central body—four versions of the Fallen King, each pulsing with different energies: holy flame, shadow, lightning, and cosmic force.
Poseidon's eyes widened.
"He's… multiplied?"
Before the gods could process what was happening, Megumi moved.
The first version rushed Zeus in a flash of light, fists wrapped in golden flame.
The second exploded into battle with Poseidon, crashing trident against divine energy.
The third zipped toward Ares, meeting blade with raw chaos.
The fourth leapt skyward and slammed into Apollo and Artemis, scattering arrows and light with a storm of cosmic fury.
And the original Megumi stood still in the center—his eyes closed, arms spread, commanding each version with a mere thought.
Then… the gods lunged.
A full-scale war erupted on the peak of Olympus.
⚡️ Zeus clashed with his doppelgänger in a storm of lightning, every bolt threatening to destroy the mountain itself.
🌊 Poseidon's oceanic waves crashed against blazing holy energy as Megumi's second form dodged and retaliated with spear-hand strikes that cracked the god's armor.
🔥 Ares roared as he was driven back by vicious blows, unable to match the sheer violence of the Fallen King's wrath.
🌕 Apollo and Artemis flew in tandem, loosing celestial arrows in a barrage of golden death—but the fourth Megumi blurred between their shots, striking with flickers of starlight and shadow.
From afar, the Titans charged in.
Cronus collided with a Megumi clone mid-air in a shockwave that shattered clouds.
Coeus tried to bind one with chains of thought, but was kicked through the columns of Olympus.
Even Athena, ever-calm and composed, gritted her teeth as her shield barely deflected a strike that would've crushed her skull.
Every second that passed, Olympus was torn apart.
Flames. Thunder. Blood. Screams.
A world-ending battle between gods and a single man—divided into four deadly beings of perfect precision.
But Megumi—the true one—stood still.
Eyes closed.
Breathing steady.
Until—
He opened them.
Deep gold. Infinite rage. Controlled fury.
He raised a hand, and in an instant, all four copies blurred back into him, collapsing into a single form once more.
He was panting now. Faint scratches. Smoke rising from his skin. But his aura still flared, burning the divine air around him.
Across the field, gods lay wounded. Titans groaned, stunned. Olympus itself cracked, parts of it crumbling under the weight of the power being unleashed.
Megumi floated above them all.
Hair glowing. Wings spread. Aura unstable.
He looked down on the so-called immortals and said only:
"Is this your divinity? This is what you call power?"
And the gods realized—the battle was only beginning.