Long live the error - chapter 59
Darkness had already swallowed the battlefield.
Then the primordial arrived.
Erebus towered over the battlefield like a living abyss. His true body stretched across the horizon — a mass of endless shadow, countless eyes, and writhing tentacles that dragged through the air like storm clouds.
Before him stood a single figure.
Abyss.
Seven feet tall.
Against a being whose fingernail alone was larger than him.
Erebus attacked first.
Thousands of shadow-tentacles lashed forward at once.
Abyss moved.
Not retreating.
Not charging.
Just slipping between them.
Each tentacle that came near him was redirected with small movements — slight angles, minimal effort.
Several of the strikes curved back.
They slammed into Erebus's own body.
One even struck near his eye.
The primordial did not react.
More tentacles followed.
Faster.
More aggressive.
The battlefield filled with dark fog, creeping closer and closer around Abyss. The air thickened with a suffocating gloom.
From somewhere beneath the ground came a slow heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Abyss tilted his head.
"Seems like you're taking yourself seriously as a boss battle," he mocked.
He glanced around.
"The atmosphere. The heartbeat sounds. The fog—"
He paused.
"…Wait a minute."
His eyes dropped to the ground.
"The ground."
Two shadow children erupted from beneath him.
They grabbed his legs.
For the first time in the fight—
Erebus landed a direct hit.
A colossal tentacle smashed into Abyss, staggering him.
Erebus moved immediately.
The lower half of his monstrous body split open, revealing a massive devouring maw within the octopus-like form.
"I will consume you," the primordial said.
"Darkness always eats itself."
"That is the law of Ereoborus."
The maw lunged forward but he stopped abyss signaled.
"Wait a bit did your dad joke just created a primordial force?"as abyss void sight awakend as he sensed the plane he's in feels alive.
But something changed.
Inside the suffocating gloom, Abyss finally understood.
The fog wasn't just darkness.
It was mind-corruption.
A field meant to slow thought and distort perception.
That's why he hadn't reacted sooner.
But now he did.
Abyss grabbed the maw.
With both hands.
And forced it downward.
Something impossible happened.
Erebus's metaphysical authority over darkness stopped working.
The primordial froze.
The reason was simple.
A shard of void had activated within Abyss.
Darkness had meaning.
Void had none.
Tentacles pierced Abyss's body.
But they didn't behave normally.
Some dissolved.
Others passed straight through him.
As if they no longer had a concept to interact with.
Abyss stepped forward.
And punched Erebus directly in the jaw.
The impact shook the entire plane.
Golden ichor burst from the primordial's mouth.
But mixed within it was something else.
Dark ichor.
As if Erebus was both deity and monster at once.
Erebus retreated quickly.
But Abyss grabbed several of his tentacles and pulled him back.
The primordial severed the limbs himself to escape.
Then Erebus changed tactics.
His body expanded.
Bigger.
Larger.
Vast enough to swallow the entire battlefield.
The primordial opened his mouth.
And devoured the entire plane.
Everything disappeared into darkness.
Except one thing.
Abyss.
Now the void aura around him was fully active.
Within the endless darkness, he moved.
One step.
One punch.
The strike shattered reality.
The devoured plane collapsed.
And suddenly—
They were back on Olympus.
The primordial had been punched across dimensions.
And the real fight had only just begun.
In the underseas POV:
Two harbingers faced each other.
The battlefield did not remain normal for long.
Mirage moved first.
"Domain."
Darkness rippled outward, forming the Shadow Guardian Domain around her. It wasn't a dimension — it was a controlled reality layer, bending perception and identity itself.
Across from her, Atlantos answered.
The ground trembled.
Water surged upward and formed a massive oceanic fortress, waves spiraling around him like a living citadel of the deep.
Without hesitation, Atlantos hurled his spear.
Mirage stepped aside gracefully.
"Throwing things is not very graceful for a woman," she said calmly.
Then she looked around his domain.
"But I must say… your ocean looks like a planet."
Atlantos blinked.
"What?"
He glanced at his domain.
And froze.
The ocean had changed shape.
It wasn't an ocean anymore.
It was a rotating planet made entirely of water.
Atlantos stared at it for a moment.
Then smiled.
"Impressive."
"Thank you for the upgrade."
He raised his spear.
The water planet began rotating rapidly.
Beams of compressed water fired in every direction like artillery, covering the entire domain.
Mirage danced through them.
One beam.
Two.
Three.
Ten.
She dodged each one effortlessly.
Until she didn't.
A beam slammed directly into her face.
Her makeup smeared instantly.
Silence.
Then her eye twitched.
"You little square-headed bastard!"
Atlantos blinked.
His head suddenly became a perfect square.
Mirage paused.
"…Oops."
She snapped her fingers and returned it to normal.
Atlantos stared at her.
Now he was thinking carefully.
Her power clearly wasn't just illusions.
"Then what if my water isn't water?" he said slowly.
"What if it's… the scorching sun?"
The water planet transformed instantly.
It became a blazing sphere of solar heat.
Atlantos immediately regretted it.
"GOOOO—!"
He screamed while shielding himself.
"I TAKE MY WORDS BACK—!"
"It's not the water burning me — my scales are melting!"
Mirage burst out laughing.
She waved her hand and the planet turned back to water.
Atlantos floated behind her and attacked.
She avoided every strike.
Elegant.
Effortless.
Until she didn't.
Atlantos kicked her straight into the ocean plane.
The water collapsed around her, trying to suffocate and crush her at once.
But the body dissolved.
A shadow replaced her.
Mirage appeared above him.
"You clearly are shallow," she said coldly.
This time she was actually angry.
Atlantos raised his hands quickly.
"Okay! Sorry!"
He awkwardly held something out.
"Peace offering?"
It was seaweed.
Mirage stared at it.
She refused to take it.
Atlantos shrugged.
The seaweed floated toward her mouth anyway.
Then he said calmly:
"No more overpowered words."
He lunged forward with his spear.
But something felt wrong.
Mirage hadn't spoken at all.
Then his shadow moved.
From behind him, his own shadow grabbed his neck.
And twisted.
Reality flipped.
Atlantos felt his body lose control.
His shadow stepped forward.
But now the shadow was Atlantos.
And Atlantos…
…was the shadow.
Mirage smiled.
"So that's how your power works," Atlantos realized too late.
"It was never about speech."
Mirage placed a hand on the new Atlantos.
"Trying your best to serve me."
The shadow army bowed.
A harbinger now stood under her control.
"Long live the error," Mirage whispered "I mirage"
But somewhere else!!!
The Duel of Heroes
The battlefield grew quiet.
Dust slowly settled across the ruined plain.
What remained of the Willborn army was only a handful of warriors and a single general.
The heroes of Olympus gathered together.
The enemies did the same.
Both sides understood the situation.
Too few soldiers remained to continue a proper war.
So they agreed on something ancient.
A duel of champions.
Three fighters from each side.
The winners would decide the fate of the battlefield.
The heroes began debating who would fight.
Some argued that Achilles should take one of the spots.
Others suggested different warriors.
Then Samel stepped forward.
"I will fight."
Several heroes hesitated.
Some doubted him.
After all…
Samel had no arms.
But the wise hero Phorbas stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Let him fight," he said calmly.
"I believe in him."
After a moment the others agreed.
There was one final spot left.
It had originally been meant for Perseus.
Then Ethan stepped forward.
"I am also a hero of Olympus."
The other heroes looked at him with confusion.
Many of them had never heard his name.
"What prophecy did he fulfill?" one asked.
"What mission did he accomplish?"
Before Ethan could answer, Perseus spoke.
"He is my student."
The battlefield fell silent.
"I chose him as a hero of Olympus after his trial against the dead in the jungle."
"He will one day replace me."
Perseus handed Ethan a weapon.
The Harpe Sword.
A curved blade forged from Adamantine.
It was a weapon carried by many heroes before him.
If you wonder yeah the weapon used in a prophecy or a journey of a hero does follow them in the elysian fileds.
Perseus had also offered him the Helm of Darkness and the Flying Sandals.
Ethan had refused both.
He wanted victory with his own strength.
First Duel
Menestratus vs Achin the Witcher
Menestratus was not the most physically imposing hero.
But he was famous for his equipment.
A jagged iron hook.
A bronze chestplate.
And brutal efficiency.
Across from him stood Achin the Witcher.
Menestratus studied his opponent's stance.
Weak footing.
Unstable balance.
A caster, he realized immediately.
The fight began.
Achin unleashed spells — slowing magic, binding charms, flashes of energy meant to keep distance.
Menestratus walked through them.
Step by step.
Closing the distance.
Achin tried another spell.
Too late.
Menestratus grabbed him.
One brutal hug.
Bones cracked.
Achin collapsed to the ground unconscious.
The first duel was over in seconds.
Second Duel
Phorbas vs Mani of the Iamanika
Phorbas stepped forward.
The bearded hero of Rhodes stood like a mountain.
His wrestling stance was legendary.
Across from him stood Mani, a shapeshifter from the Iamanika race.
The moment the duel began, Mani attacked from range.
Strikes.
Blades.
Quick transformations.
Phorbas endured them all.
Even when wounded, he kept advancing.
Then he rolled forward.
The ground shook.
Phorbas tackled Mani to the ground.
His grip closed around the enemy like iron chains.
Ribs cracked under the pressure.
Then Phorbas locked him in a crushing headlock.
The shapeshifter could no longer move.
Second victory.
Third Duel
Samel vs Matro the Two-Headed Snake
The battlefield grew tense.
Samel stepped forward.
The two-headed serpent Matro hissed in amusement.
The snake quickly exploited Samel's weakness.
He had no arms.
The creature kept its distance, striking with venomous bites.
Soon venom marks covered Samel's body.
Phorbas watched carefully.
He was an expert in ophiology — the study of snakes.
He shouted instructions.
"Slow your breathing!"
"Control the venom!"
Samel followed the advice.
The poison slowed.
Then he moved.
A low dodge.
A powerful kick.
The serpent's neck snapped sideways.
Samel leapt upward.
The creature tried to bite again.
Too slow.
Samel struck one of the heads directly.
The serpent collapsed.
The heroes quickly finished the creature.
None of them liked the idea that Samel had been targeted for his disability.
Three victories for the heroes.
Only one duel remained.
Ethan vs Inoma
The Willborn general stepped forward.
Inoma.
His body looked half-formed, like living shadow wrapped around bone armor.
He carried two curved blades that seemed to drink the light around them.
"Your heroes are impressive," Inoma said calmly.
"Let us see if the last one is worthy."
Ethan stepped forward.
He gripped the Harpe Sword.
For a moment the battlefield seemed very quiet.
Inoma moved first.
The general attacked with terrifying speed.
Ethan barely blocked the first strike.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Each blow pushed him further back.
The general smiled.
"You are weak."
"Just like all children of war before their first battle."
He cut Ethan across the shoulder.
Blood spilled.
Then something changed.
Ethan stood up again.
His eyes hardened.
Because Ethan was the son of Ares.
And the children of Ares were strange.
They began battles weak.
But every injury…
Every surge of anger…
Every drop of blood…
Made them stronger.
Inoma attacked again.
This time Ethan blocked.
The impact shook both fighters.
Inoma frowned.
"Already stronger?"
Ethan attacked back.
Their blades clashed again and again.
Each hit fueled Ethan further.
More blood.
More rage.
More strength.
Soon the battlefield trembled under their strikes.
Inoma finally realized the truth.
"This is why the war god's children are feared…"
He tried to end the fight quickly.
Inoma unleashed his strongest attack.
A storm of shadow blades.
Ethan charged straight through them.
Several cut him deeply.
But his power surged again.
The battle spirit of Ares erupted.
Ethan moved faster than before.
One final strike.
The Harpe blade flashed.
Inoma's weapon shattered.
Ethan kicked him to the ground.
The sword stopped just before the general's throat.
The battlefield fell silent.
A new hero had proven himself.
And the warriors of Olympus roared in approval after all Ethan did something impossible the most unknown was choosen by most known in a battlefield where no one knew his name.
Elsewhere
Reality itself still struggled to repair the damage.
Dark clouds twisted across the heavens where Erebus's presence spread like a living night.
Abyss stood alone before the primordial.
Unbothered.
Then two figures descended from the sky.
Golden light followed them.
Apollo landed first, radiant as always.
Beside him landed the strongest champion of Olympus.
Heracles.
Apollo looked at the massive form of Erebus stretching across the battlefield.
Then he glanced at Abyss.
"You did this alone?" Apollo asked casually.
Abyss shrugged.
Before anyone could say anything else—
The ground exploded.
The earth cracked open across the battlefield as ancient power awakened.
More primordials began emerging.
Then the entire land rose upward.
A colossal figure formed from the earth itself.
Gaia had arrived.
The battlefield was no longer just a fight.
It was becoming a war of creation itself.
Mutated monsters erupted from the soil, twisted beasts born from corrupted hero blood and ancient earth.
Apollo glanced at the army forming.
Then he casually stepped back.
"Abyss," he said calmly.
"You handle the big ones."
Abyss nodded slightly.
Then both of them looked toward the third man.
"Hercules," they said together.
"You handle these."
Heracles immediately scowled.
"For the last time," he growled.
"Stop calling me Hercules."
"That's my Romanian proxy name."
"I can forgive Abyss saying it — he's Romanian."
"But you, Apollo? Really?"
"My name is Heracles."
A calm female voice spoke behind him.
"Heracles."
He turned immediately.
"My name is—"
He stopped.
"…Oh."
Standing behind him was Artemis.
Heracles cleared his throat.
"Right."
"Good job."
Artemis stepped forward beside them, her silver bow already in hand.
More monsters were rising.
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