The sky over Olympus shattered like glass.
Crimson lightning licked the heavens. Mountains trembled beneath divine fury. Oceans swelled and screamed as Megumi Valentine stood alone—his four mirrored selves disintegrating one by one, collapsing into ash and energy. Each fragment gone drained him, carved him hollow from within.
His breaths were ragged now.
His halo flickered. The twin wings—one divine, one fallen—twitched under the weight of the cosmos.
But he stood.
Before him were the remnants of the Pantheon. Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, Hades, Athena, Ares, Artemis, Apollo, and eight original Titans circled Megumi, bloodied but resolute. The ground beneath them cracked with celestial force.
"Your power is faltering," Zeus snarled, lightning crawling across his arm.
Megumi raised his head slowly, his golden eyes glowing dimmer now.
"Even now," he said, voice gravel and thunder, "you cling to delusion."
He raised a hand.
The world shifted.
Megumi moved—not with speed, but purpose. Divine precision.
Ares lunged, sword raised, war in his scream.
Megumi turned, caught the blade between two fingers, and with a whisper, shattered it to dust. A punch followed—light-speed and final. Ares fell, crumpling like tin.
Poseidon roared, summoning a tidal leviathan.
Megumi raised his hand—his aura flared white-gold—and the sea dried mid-air, freezing into crystal that shattered in a pulse.
Artemis and Apollo struck together. Sun and Moon, siblings in sync.
But Megumi was already behind them.
He extended his palms—twin pulses of divine light ruptured their cores. They fell, screaming.
Hyperion charged—one of the last. He screamed Megumi's name.
"I AM THE OLD WORLD!" he bellowed.
"No," Megumi answered, voice now a divine echo. "You are done."
He struck once—clean, celestial.
Hyperion shattered like glass.
One by one, they fell.
Hera. Athena. Hades. Prometheus. Rhea.
Until only Zeus remained, broken and kneeling.
"You…" Zeus rasped, staring up at him. "You've become Death…"
Megumi stood before him. Lightning danced around his body. Red electricity cracked violently around his head like a crown of fire.
"I'm not Death," Megumi said. "I'm what you made me."
And then, with mercy and wrath intertwined, he raised his hand.
A golden light erupted.
Olympus fell silent.
Every god.
Every titan.
Dead.
Megumi stood in the ashes, his wings lowered, head bowed, his breath coming shallow.
His body trembled—not from fatigue, but from the emptiness. He had done it.
He had won.
But it felt like nothing.
Until—
The silence broke.
The wind shifted.
Behind him, a portal opened—a soft golden light humming through the carnage.
And from it…
Ava.
Her hair flowed gently like starlight, her eyes shimmering like before. She stepped forward barefoot across the broken divine marble. Her hand rested softly on her belly—round and full.
Pregnant.
Alive.
"Ava…" Megumi whispered, falling to his knees.
She walked to him, eyes full of tears.
"I told you I'd find you," she whispered.
He couldn't speak. Only weep.
And behind her, the gods began to stir.
One by one, Megumi's divine energy returned to them—but not as they were.
He had resurrected them not as tyrants, not as deities—but as people, with human hearts and mortal empathy.
The curse of divinity… shattered.
They gasped as if breathing real air for the first time.
And Ava knelt in front of him, taking his trembling face in her hands.
"Come home, Megumi."