King of the sky chapter - 57
The Sky Kingdom trembled.
Storm clouds spiraled endlessly around the throne city as the battlefield below filled with impossible beings.
Primordials from different dimensions.
Some looked like living storms.
Others like walking mountains.
Some were barely shapes at all—just masses of strange energy.
Among them stood three of the most dangerous:
Sergon Typhoon.
Sytrhina.
Typhoon's twisted primordial allies.
At the center of it all stood one figure.
Zeus.
The King of the Gods.
Lightning crawled across his body like living veins.
He looked at the enemies surrounding him and smiled.
"Time to remind you all," Zeus said calmly,
"who the King of the Gods is."
His gaze landed on the massive creature towering over the battlefield.
"And why it isn't you… Typhoon."
Thunder exploded across the sky as Zeus prepared to attack.
But suddenly—
BOOM
Massive figures slammed into the battlefield.
Titanic shapes crashed into the enemy ranks, tackling primordial beasts and tearing them apart.
The Calamity Titans had arrived.
Behind them came waves of warriors formed from pure sky energy:
Sky fiends.
Primordial spirits made of etheric plasma.
Storm entities born from the atmosphere itself.
They formed a living shield around Zeus.
Zeus sighed slightly.
"Well," he said,
"since you insist…"
"Handle these pests while I—"
CRASH
A punch shattered the ground.
Fifteen figures landed beside Zeus.
The Olympians.
And the Enforcers of Zeus.
The one who punched the ground stood first.
Cratus.
A massive warrior covered in chains, muscles like iron pillars. His wings folded behind him as he cracked his knuckles.
Cratus believed one thing:
Zeus was absolute.
And anyone who challenged that truth had to be broken.
Beside him stood Bia.
A warrior woman whose mere presence made even the strongest Amazons seem small. Her eyes burned with unstoppable force.
She existed for one purpose:
To crush rebellion.
Then came the shining arrival of Nike, the Winged Goddess of Victory.
She rode Zeus' divine chariot pulled by four white horses that glowed like lightning.
In her hand she carried a laurel wreath.
"There is no victory for those who choose Zeus as their enemy," she declared.
Behind her stood the final sibling.
Zelus.
Silent. Firm. Focused.
The living embodiment of rivalry and zeal.
He had abandoned his post guarding Zeus' throne simply because he heard battle was coming.
And he loved it.
Zeus rubbed his forehead.
"Kids of Styx," he said.
"Go back home."
"This isn't a normal fight."
But the four siblings spoke in unison.
"No home."
"Only near Zeus."
The battlefield exploded into chaos.
Olympian strategy and divine power clashed with primordial monsters and alien gods.
Lightning, fire, gravity, storms, and strange cosmic energies ripped the sky apart.
Meanwhile Zeus flew directly toward Sergon Typhoon.
He punched.
The shockwave shattered mountains.
But Typhoon didn't move.
Hermes appeared nearby and immediately panicked.
"THAT THING IS TYPHOON!" Hermes shouted.
"We should all run to Egypt right now!"
No one listened.
Typhoon rose.
And when he stood upright—
He dwarfed even the Calamity Titans.
His body was a nightmare of stitched races and monstrous forms.
Serpent tails.
Draconic wings.
Rotting titan flesh.
Primordial energy flowing through every vein any many parts of many different races across the 14 dimensions.
Zeus grinned.
This felt familiar.
Just like the old stories.
The king of the gods versus the monster of chaos.
They collided.
Zeus struck like a living thunderbolt.
Typhoon answered with crushing claws and storm-serpent tails.
His body evolved in real time, adapting to every attack.
Cratus charged forward and tried to lift the monster with raw strength.
Typhoon's serpent tail flashed.
A wave of paralyzing sky venom blasted Cratus across the battlefield.
The Enforcer smashed into the ground.
But before Typhoon could crush him—
Zeus grabbed something invisible.
The fabric of the sky itself.
He wrapped it around Cratus like a shield and swung it like a whip.
BOOM
Typhoon was punched backward.
Then again.
And again.
Every strike pushed the monster several steps back, carving enormous trenches into the battlefield.
Then suddenly—
A mountain flew across the sky.
Athena had ripped it from the earth and thrown it like a spear.
Typhoon shattered it with a deafening screech.
His countless heads opened.
Each breathed something different:
Fire.
Venom.
Disease.
Plagues.
Zeus wrapped the sky fabric around himself, forcing the attacks to redirect toward him alone.
The diseases struck.
The venom burned.
And for the first time—
Zeus felt pain.
Because Abyss had removed immortality from the gods.
Zeus wiped blood from his mouth.
Then he smiled.
"I see."
He raised his hand.
"Divine Principle…"
"Devolution."
Lightning flashed across Typhoon's body.
Suddenly the monster began losing its evolution.
The countless adaptations reversed.
Power drained from him.
Sytrhina blinked in shock.
"You can just… do that?"
Zeus stared at her.
"You thought my Harbinger power was just stronger thunder?"
He laughed.
"All Harbingers have abilities beyond imagination."
Typhoon suddenly spoke.
Not with his mouths—
But directly into Zeus' mind.
"Old rival."
Zeus paused.
"What do you want, Typhoon?"
The creature's voice sounded tired.
"I am not truly alive."
"My body is a corpse."
"A collection of dead races stitched together."
"Rotting."
"It hurts."
Zeus frowned.
"How did you die?I remember you alive"
Typhoon answered slowly.
"Pinned beneath Mount Etna alive by you ofc."
"Then she killed and revived…"
His eyes turned toward Sytrhina.
"By her."
"As an undead weapon."
Rage exploded across Zeus' face.
He pointed at Sytrhina.
"Enforcers."
"Grab her."
Cratus and Bia moved instantly.
Before Sytrhina could react—
Zeus appeared in front of her.
Lightning flashed.
And with one strike—
He cut her down first harbinger to die now the harbinger of rebirth and monstrosity is dead each concept and begins came from her concepts are erased
Darkness continued to spread across the dimensions.
The infection of the Boogyman had become unstoppable.
Cities fell.
Realms twisted into nightmares.
Across countless worlds, mortals were given the same choice:
Become Willborn.
Or die.
And most chose survival.
The Willborn multiplied like a plague. Their bodies carried the twisted blessing of free will weaponized, emotions sharpened into power.
Entire dimensions were collapsing from within.
But something strange began to happen.
Across several battlefields—
Willborn corpses started appearing.
Dozens at first.
Then hundreds.
Then thousands.
The creatures that were supposed to be unstoppable lay scattered across ruined cities and broken plains.
Their bodies torn apart by blades.
Their wills overpowered.
The Boogyman's infection had met something unexpected.
Humanity.
In a ruined realm now serving as a forward base, an army gathered beneath the banner of Elysium.
Knights stood shoulder to shoulder with soldiers.
Some wore ancient armor.
Others carried modern weapons.
All of them shared the same burning determination.
At their center stood one of their generals.
Magnum.
He raised his swords high into the air.
The movement reminded many of a famous moment from history—when heroes once rallied before impossible odds.
"For the great heroes of Rome," Magnum shouted.
"We have lifted our blades and did not fall to the darkness!"
The soldiers roared in agreement.
Magnum continued.
"What we are doing may look cruel."
"But what the Willborn would do…"
"…would be far crueler."
He lowered his blades.
"This is the philosophy of humanity."
"The ego of knights."
"The resolve of those who refuse to kneel."
"And we will prove it again."
Then suddenly—
The air changed.
A calm, powerful presence appeared behind them.
The soldiers instantly dropped to one knee.
A figure walked into the center of the camp.
The guardian of humanity.
The mother of repentance.
Elysium.
She calmly created a throne of light beneath her and sat down, resting her head against one hand as if observing a simple meeting rather than a cosmic war.
Even now, surrounded by the chaos of collapsing dimensions, she looked completely at ease.
"Rise, children," she said softly.
"There is no need to bow."
The soldiers stood again.
They trusted her completely.
After all—
It was humanity that had resisted the Boogyman's infection.
While other races fell and turned into Willborn, humans possessed something different.
Repentance.
The ability to recognize what they could become—
And choose another path.
Elysium looked across the battlefield reports scattered around her.
"The Aspect of Humanity has already been sent," she said calmly.
"To mentor the opposite lands."
"As expected, the Willborn are weak to us."
She paused.
"No other race possesses what humanity does."
Her eyes glowed faintly.
"This was always our role."
"Our prophecy."
She stood slowly from the throne.
The soldiers felt their resolve harden instantly.
Her voice echoed across the camp.
"Our purpose is simple."
"To erase the Willborn."
The entire army roared in unison.
Not in fear.
Not in rage.
But with absolute conviction.
Humanity had chosen its side in the war.
And the children of Elysium marched forward with one goal— erase willborns
But in Arthur prism cathedral was different
Leo sat in the halls of Arthur's prism cathedral, his shoulders slumped. His brown hair fell into his eyes, the blood and grime of battle staining his suit. He felt hollow.
Electrical, the automaton who had been quietly surveying the hall, tilted his mechanical head. "You've been… quiet. Is it malfunction? Or are you… sad?"
Leo let out a bitter laugh. "It's not sadness… not exactly. It's… my gut. It hurts. The war… it's too much. Too heavy for someone like me. A warborn? I'm not sure I'm meant for this."
Electrical's optics glowed faintly as he whirred closer. "Then remember. Remember why you came here."
Leo closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back…
Canada.
He was twelve. A small boy with wide brown eyes, laughter always bubbling, a constant light in the otherwise quiet streets. Everyone said he was the sweetest child, kind to neighbors, polite to teachers… the pride of his mother, a widow who worked late into the night.
Then he turned fourteen.
The whispers started. The stares. Gossip about his mother, about why she was alone at night, about how she lived, about how she existed.
Leo's world shifted. He saw how the world judged the woman he loved most. He saw the cruelty, the thoughtless cruelty of people who thought themselves superior.
And he made a choice.
If they would pity her, they would also fear him.
He became a storm. A rebellion. A bully. Not because he wanted to be cruel. Not because he liked hurting others. But because he could not let them touch his mother with their pity and judgment. He forced the world to look away—or at him instead.
By fifteen, he was too far gone. One fight led to another. A fight where he hesitated… only a little… before giving in. Before letting the rage he carried for their small-mindedness erupt. The next thing he knew, he was in juvenile detention.
But there, in that stark hall of cold walls and iron bars, the guard—an older, surprisingly kind man—saw him. He saw the boy beneath the rage. And for the first time, someone promised to protect his mother while he was gone.
It was then Leo realized: the world might break you, might try to crush what you love, but it could never take the part of you that fights back.
From there, he had been led to the unknown. To the Demigod camp. To the battles that shaped him into who he was today.
Leo opened his eyes. His chest heaved. Electrical stood beside him, still silent, but his presence was comforting.
"Now you remember," the automaton said softly, "why you fight. You are not just a warrior. You are someone who refuses to be broken."
Leo's lips curved into a small, determined smile. "Yeah… I'm not broken. And I won't let them take the war from me, either."
The war raged on outside the cathedral, but in that moment, Leo's past gave him the strength to face the darkness ahead now Leo in his 21 the past should not straggle him
After all Leo did all that Soo people look at his mother and say how she could have such a dick of a son
(Hi their everyone 👋🏻 Elysium is here
sadly boogyman ate iraling back in hell 🤷🏼♀️ now I am the narrator and ahem author😼)