The Queen's jade-white hand looked slender, her gesture casual.
In truth, it brimmed with supreme authority.
These elemental deities did not even merit the right to put on a show of force.
No matter how many they were, no matter how strong, they were but existences the great Queen Rhea could utterly erase with a wave.
Less than ants.
At most they raised a breeze, lightly stirring the hem of the Queen's gown.
And that was only because the Queen did not care.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have stirred even the wind.
Being worth a single wave of the Queen's hand was already the best these elemental deities could do.
Even knowing such paltry means would be useless, Kronos still burned all the fiercer; his rage flared hotter.
He loosed a roar that shook heaven and earth: "Rhea!"
Zeus threw back his head in a bold laugh, his gaze like lightning as he turned to Poseidon at his side and called out, "Poseidon—how long will you keep holding back that sea-surge fury of yours?"
On Poseidon's sharply chiseled face spread a cruel, savage smile, and in his deep eyes rolled the sea's power of destruction.
He gave a slight shake of his head and snarled, "I've had enough!"
Before the words had fallen, his figure had already become a blue surge of waves, roaring as he charged at Kronos, dragging behind him the wrath of the entire ocean.
Mother Gaia did not stop him, but let Poseidon act at will.
Under Poseidon's earth-shaking authority, the solid ground underfoot split into countless bottomless chasms; the land, unable to resist, opened with a crisscross of ghastly wounds.
Next, endless waters gushed up from the deep, carrying primordial might and gathering into vast arteries of flood.
Poseidon's body swelled swiftly within the raging waters, becoming a sky-devouring swell. That boundlessly savage surge, as if to engulf the universe, crashed down on the towering God-King with unstoppable force.
This was a force that crushed all—a consummate expression of the ocean's wrath!
And it was only the beginning.
With Gaia's tacit leave and under Poseidon's control, the earth kept splitting and heaving. From it rose innumerable soil-dragons thick as mountain ranges.
They rolled and roared with irresistible power, plunging into the waves to bind the noble, towering divine body of Kronos.
The surf, laden with the upturned earth, toppled peak after once-lofty peak, sweeping them up like mere gravel,
All merging into an irresistible flow of mud and stone that surged like mountains falling and seas overturning, intent on scouring the undying body of the Titan God-King.
Those ranges that ordinarily speared the clouds now looked pitifully small in the slurry—no more than pebbles drifting with the current.
Facing this sky-covering assault, Kronos only let out a cold, dismissive snort. Not a ripple stirred in his ancient, majestic eyes.
With a casual sweep of his great hand, all the aether of the universe became a brush in his grasp.
In an instant, boundless wood-aspected life sprang from the void, growing at a speed visible to the eye, twining together in layered ranks. In the blink of an eye they formed an unscalable, indestructible emerald bulwark.
The woody rampart pulsed with vigorous life and proved tough beyond breaking.
The surging, fearsome slurry of mud and stone was held fast by the God-King's green wall; no matter how it battered, it could not advance by so much as a hair.
Gentle Hestia had set aside her usual kindness; on her delicate, lovely face now burned rising flame, and in those clear, roseate eyes danced fire.
Light as a swallow, she flashed forward, and endless flame bloomed from nothing, flocking about her like a phoenix wreathed in fire.
With a sweep of the goddess of flame's arm, boundless blaze roared to life across the God-King's tough woody wall.
Tongues of fire, like starving beasts, licked greedily at the timbers; in a heartbeat, half the sky was lit in crimson flame.
Bursts of searing detonations clamored in the air, like a thousand war drums on a battlefield—the dreadful thudding beat like a grand drum between heaven and earth, shaking the gods' hearts.
Countless sharp, terrifying crackles rose one after another; sparks fountained, and red heat flooded all the world.
And yet, for all its dreadful show, the blaze still burned slower than the God-King's astonishing growth of wood—let alone truly harming his indestructible, immortal body.
Now the goddess of plenty, Demeter, made her move.
Her law overlapped closely with the God-King's. Upon the God-King's woody growth, all kinds of cultivated plants broke ground at shocking speed and burst into a frenzy of growth.
These were no ordinary grasses and trees. Rooted atop the God-King's timbers, they greedily drank their energy to rocket upward; their vines, like countless green whips, rushed to coil about Kronos's divine frame.
The wooden wall that had seemed unshakable a moment before now looked on the verge of splitting from internal energy being drawn off—add to that Hestia's flames and Poseidon's endless slurry hammering against it.
In the struggle of laws, victory seemed within reach.
But in the next instant, under the God-King's authority of harvest, the crops ripened at once, fell away, and became pure energy to feed fresh-grown timber.
The threat they posed vanished in a blink, as if it had never been.
The beautiful white-armed Hera stepped in at once; the power of fecundity and procreation instantly blessed the newborn crops.
Under her authority, plants that had been ripening and dropping too quickly barely managed to maintain their growth rate, waging a hard-fought contest with the God-King's burgeoning wood and forcing a fleeting stalemate.
And all of this was achieved only with Mother Rhea's aid.
On one hand, Rhea slowed the operation of all the God-King's laws, elements, and divine power.
On the other, she bestowed boons upon the gods, making their divine power flow more smoothly, more readily, and their use of all elements more deft.
Even so, they only barely held a stalemate with the God-King in the clash of laws.
A law-god's battle of laws is dry and uninteresting; between gods embodied from laws, it is nearly impossible to defeat and destroy one another outright—they are immortal existences rooted in the universe's laws.
Some laws may not excel at direct destruction and attack, yet their bearers are very hard to truly overcome.
How to truly wield the power of a law depends chiefly on the magnitude of the god's own divinity, on how the god employs the law, and on how it is coordinated with other laws of the world.
And all of that depends only on the accumulation of divine power over countless ages, and on learning and study through long years.
Moreover, law-gods have a particularly "unfair" trait.
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