Adam Thompson landed on the jagged steps of Olympus, the colossal palace rising like a monument to divine overconfidence. Lightning split the sky, thunder rolled like a cosmic drumline, and harpies screeched in perfect harmony—if by harmony, you meant chaotic screeches of panic.
Ah… gods. Epic, melodramatic, terrifying, and excellent for experimentation.
Kratos strode beside him, his Blades of Chaos spinning lethally, every movement a lesson in precision and rage. "Stay focused," he growled. "The gods won't wait."
Adam tilted his head, a single eyebrow raised. "Focused… optional. Chaos… mandatory."
Kratos shot him a look so sharp it could slice stone. "…Explain yourself."
Adam waved a hand lazily. Nearby, a dozen minor gods appeared, their robes fluttering as they raised scepters. Adam tapped the ground. The scepters broke free of their masters' grips, twirling into a synchronized ballet midair, emitting sparkly fireworks in spirals and stars.
"What is this—?!" one minor god screamed, trying to summon a lightning strike.
Adam conjured a tiny umbrella midair. The lightning bounced off harmlessly, forming a rainbow over the battlefield. Perfect theatrics.
Kratos exhaled a low, gravely sigh. "…You are insane."
Adam smiled faintly, swirling his glowing cup of coffee in one hand. Exactly.
A massive Ares statue stomped to life, stone feet cracking the ground. Its sword was raised to strike, but Adam waved lazily. It sprouted tiny legs, donned a top hat, and began tap-dancing across the battlefield. The statue paused mid-stride, glancing around with an expression of confused dignity.
Kratos's eyebrow twitched. Interesting.
Nearby, Poseidon rose from a stormy ocean, his trident crackling with energy. "You dare—" he began. Adam flicked a finger. The tidal wave he summoned broke into dozens of tiny water spirals, performing coordinated swimming routines while forming smiley faces and, inexplicably, a very judgmental flamingo.
"What madness is this?!" Poseidon bellowed, trying to regain composure as one spiral splashed harmlessly on his boot.
Adam leaned casually on a crumbling column. "Entertainment… fully activated."
Ares lunged again, swinging wildly. Adam tapped a boulder nearby. Instantly, it sprouted wings and performed an aerial pirouette, colliding gently with Ares's leg. The god paused, confused, then readjusted his posture with all the dignity a demigod could muster.
Kratos swung his Blades with lethal efficiency, cutting through a group of bewildered harpies. Adam conjured tiny portals beneath enemies. Skeletons, minions, and minor gods tumbled through, performing acrobatic flips before landing on the battlefield in choreographed positions.
"This… actually works!" Kratos muttered, eyeing the chaos around him.
Adam sipped his glowing coffee midair. A tiny phoenix perched on the rim, flapping dramatically. Fuel… essential for performance.
Nearby, Zeus appeared, thunder booming with dramatic intensity. He raised his hands, summoning lightning and divine fury. Adam waved lazily. The lightning split into harmless sparklers, forming hearts, stars, and even a dancing flamingo before harmlessly dissipating.
Zeus's jaw dropped. "What… is happening?"
Exactly.
Kratos blinked at a floating, tap-dancing helmet. …I cannot believe this works.
Adam twirled his coat dramatically, sending a parade of floating shields, dancing swords, and juggling helmets into the fray. Titans stumbled over levitating rocks, harpies performed synchronized aerial tricks, and NPC gods once serious now executed interpretive dances mid-combat.
The battlefield resembled a circus more than a war zone, and Adam's grin widened. Olympus… transformed. Gods… humiliated. Chaos… absolute. Performance… unparalleled.
Kratos grimaced, slicing through a group of minor gods while dodging a spinning spear that had sprouted legs and a tiny bowler hat. I… cannot believe this is actually helping.
Adam crouched dramatically. "Shall we continue? Every god, every monster, every epic hazard… ready to be entertaining."
Kratos growled. "Lead the way… insane one."
Adam's finger flicked again. Ares's statue split into three smaller statues, each more flamboyant than the last, performing pirouettes while juggling flaming orbs. Poseidon's tidal wave transformed into a synchronized swimming troupe of water-elemental dolphins. Zeus screamed in disbelief as a small portal spat out perfectly choreographed skeleton dancers, their bones clacking in rhythm.
Kratos lunged at a Titan, swinging his Blades with precision. Adam tapped his Blades of Chaos midair, causing one to perform a perfect loop-the-loop around the Titan's leg. The Titan stumbled, tripped over a floating boulder, and accidentally slammed into another group of minor gods. Perfect chain reaction.
Adam swirled his coffee again, watching a Valkyrie slide gracefully along a magic rainbow while juggling flaming skulls. Artistry… in chaos.
Even Hades, lurking in the shadows, muttered in confusion. "I… do not understand… anything."
Expected reaction… delightful.
Adam glanced skyward. Lightning danced across the clouds in dramatic streaks, harpies screeched like a chaotic choir, and Titans stumbled in confusion at the floating, juggling objects surrounding them. Everything… chaotic… beautiful.
Kratos sighed, cutting down a group of startled gods. "…I never thought I'd fight alongside… this."
Adam smirked. "Ah… but you do. And the performance… is only beginning."
The ground shook as a massive portal shimmered open above Olympus. Smaller gods peeked through, curious. Adam waved lazily. "Ah… new stage. More chaos. More fun."
Kratos swung his Blades in agreement, and together they charged—Kratos in lethal precision, Adam in unpredictable, absurd flair—turning the battle for Olympus into a bizarre mix of circus performance and epic war.
Adam tapped the ground again. Tiny portals sprang up, sending enemies tumbling into harmless clouds of glitter, while enchanted weapons performed synchronized ballet in midair. The sky lit with colors, harpies juggled lightning bolts, and a single Titan performed a surprisingly elegant cartwheel.
Kratos blinked at a floating, dancing Ares helmet. …I cannot believe this works.
Adam adjusted his coat, swirling his coffee midair. Olympus… conquered, hilariously. Gods… humiliated. Chaos… absolute. And the performance… only just beginning.