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The top half of Mount Othrys was shattered.
The entire peak sheared clean off the Ourea's body in such a way that the ancient being would not wake up, but the King sitting upon his body would definitely be toppled, castle and all.
And topple he did, as Kronos's entire stronghold and the land it was built upon tumbled to the ground after Zeus blasted it clean off the mountain.
And now, within the ruins of what was the beacon of the Golden Age of Titans, the final battle of the war began.
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Zeus grinned as he held the powerful Master Bolt in his hand, its entire length crackling with lightning as his older brothers, Poseidon and Hades, stood by his side, ready for the fight.
A fight with the very king of the realms. A fight to decide the future ruler of these lands that they all called home.
However, things would not be so simple.
Kronos, who was once a decrepit, wretched thing in the past, had now regained his vitality and strength. Without Brolios in his stomach bleeding him dry from within, it was only a matter of time before the King regained his peak strength.
Yet, the young gods were not worried, because they had confidence in their own power.
Kronos sneered at the young upstarts as he wielded his legendary scythe, ready to end them and move on to the real threat to his rule.
There were no words exchanged, for they were long past such a point.
As one, the brothers moved.
Zeus's Master Bolt crackled and released a powerful bolt of lightning, charged with the primordial concepts of power imbued into it.
An all-out attack on par with the one that shattered Othrys's Fortress earlier.
Yet, the King would not fall for the same trick twice.
Twirling his scythe, the Titan King deflected the bolt with the weapon before charging forward.
Time distorted as the King disappeared and reappeared among the young gods, his scythe already moving to decapitate the three.
The young gods, perceiving the attack, moved as one.
Poseidon ducked beneath the blow instinctively, holding the shaft of his Trident in a martial arts stance taught to him by his brother, before surging forward like a raging tide. The three-pronged weapon aimed to stab the King's heart.
Hades simply dissolved into shadows, his Helm of Darkness making him vanish from all planes of existence and turning him as intangible as darkness itself. In the young god's hands materialized a Bident, a gift from the Cyclopes meant to augment his combat ability. The weapon aimed at the King's abdomen.
As for Zeus, he did not duck or disappear. His pride too high to do something like that. Instead, he turned the Master Bolt into a long staff and blocked the blade of the Scythe straight away. His prodigious strength second only to Poseidon, allowing him to block a blow that would have shattered mountains.
And more importantly, blocking the deadly blade of the scythe that once destroyed a primordial, a testament to his Master Bolt and the craftsmanship of the Cyclopes that it easily withstood the power of a weapon crafted by Mother Earth herself.
Then, with a twist of the Master Bolt, Zeus locked the Scythe in position while clashing his own domain of Thunder and Lightning with Kronos's domain of Time.
According to the ancient laws of the land, when a domain deliberately clashes with another domain, the challenge must be answered, and the wielder of each domain must show the superiority of their domain, either through their understanding of their domain or through sheer force.
Zeus knew that he could do neither of those, for neither his understanding of Lightning and Thunder were superior to Kronos, and nor could his domains overpower a fundamental concept such as Time.
However, the caveat here is that Zeus was not truly trying to win in this clash of domains.
Zeus grinned at Kronos's confused look as their domains clashed, sensing his brothers' move as one.
Yes, Zeus knew he could not win. But that was not his goal.
His goal was to lock down the King and make sure he did not escape from the clash by manipulating time.
A ruse that the King caught onto, but could do nothing.
For his children were already on him.
Zeus gritted his teeth while grinning and shouted loudly.
"Now!!"
As one, the three siblings unleashed their full strength.
The earth trembled under the Earthshaker's thunderous strength that swung his Trident.
The darkness and shadows in the ruins stretched to consume all as the Silent One plunged his Bident forward.
Kronos, realizing the danger he was in, shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Atlas! Hyperion! Iapetus! Kois! Krios! To me!!"
Yet, as the King watched the approaching weapons of his children, there was no reply to his desperate shouts.
It was only when the Master Bolt shattered half his skull, the Trident skewered him through his heart, and the Bident stabbed through his abdomen, did Zeus chuckle and speak up with a sneer.
"Your shouts are meaningless, Crooked One. For no Titan will come to your aid this day."
Poseidon chuckled and spoke with a gleeful tone.
"They are far busier struggling for their lives under the mercy of our brother."
Hades smiled as he spoke. A chilling smile full of ridicule that nearly drove Kronos mad.
"I must say, it was a truly ridiculous sight. The four Titan Lords of the four directions pleading and begging for their lives under our brother's gaze. Offering everything and anything they held just to escape with their lives."
"By Tartarus, they were even willing to give up their daughters, wives, and even their own divinity if it meant escaping the wrath of Destruction itself."
Hades once again chuckled as he remembered how Brolios easily dismantled the Titan Lords and Atlas with practically zero effort and made them kneel with a simple pat on their shoulders.
How they tried to bargain for their lives, with Atlas going as far as promising to gift his daughters, the Hesperides, if Brolios chose to side with the Titans and fought against the Olympians.
As was expected of the most loyal Titan of Kronos's forces that he would still bargain to secure Brolios for Kronos even on the verge of his death.
As his sons spoke such damning words, Kronos could not help but lose his mind completely and started thrashing wildly.
"Curse you! Curse you all to the pits of Tartarus! I curse you all!! You who covet my throne so much! I curse you all! When you take the throne for yourself, you too shall suffer the same fate as I! To be dethroned by your own offspring! This is the curse I, Cronos, put upon you all!!"
As one, the skies, the lands, and the seas trembled as the ancient Titan's curse etched itself into existence.
At least, it tried to, anyway.
For the bane of the Fates would not have any of that.
At once, the entire realm plunged into a shade of purple as power unfathomable flooded the world, making everything, even Mother Earth, who was starting to stir at the fate of her children, fall silent.
In this world of absolute silence, the only noise was the crunching of dirt under the steps of The Destroyer.
"You are truly disgusting. Kronos"
The calm voice rang out in the ruins, forcing Cronos to turn slowly to the suffocating pressure. The son who was born different. The only one who managed to survive for many months without being consumed.
Brolios Asterion. A name that Rhea chose to reflect his true nature in secret.
Brolios, a homage to his original name, and a name that sounds similar to Brotos. A word that translates to Blood, or Mortal.
Asterion. A word that literally means 'The Starry One' or 'The Ruler of the Stars'.
Combined together, Rhea meant for his name to mean 'The Blood of the Stars'.
And now, this Blood of the Stars was about to end the reign of the King of Cosmos.
With each step that Brolios took, Cronos's heart trembled.
"There are many things I can tolerate in this world."
"Many are the days during this war when I gave many a choice to you and your kin."
Brolios's face was set in a neutral look as he spoke.
"Many a chance that some of your kin took me upon. They who saw the darkness and evil in you and the rest of their kind decided to join us."
"And Many are those, like Atlas, blindly loyal to you and yours."
"And I tolerated it all."
"Because I understand where they are coming from. I understand that they feel they are in the right."
His eerie purple gaze bore into the Titan King's eyes.
"To such beings, I give them a death worthy of a warrior. To such beings who fought to the end for their convictions and thoughts, I give them my respect."
"But to beings like Perses? To monsters like you?"
Suddenly, his tone grew heavier as the pressure built up, growing to such a level that reality itself started to crack around the young God of Destruction.
"To beings such as you, there will be no mercy. There will be no courtesy given."
Power gathered around the young god and flared across the world, reaching into the very fabric of reality that was now starting to stabilize into a solid form after the defeat of the last Titans in power.
"You curse my brothers and I? You wish to use the Tongue of the Old Times, the language of Gaia herself, to write your self-created prophecy into the strings of fate itself? Then let the fates know, your words mean nothing."
Destruction flared across the physical and metaphysical, reaching into the carefully reconstructed tapestry of fate that the Moirai had painstakingly rebuilt after Brolios's birth shattered it, and burned away the newly written prophecy of the King, making the Fates wail again in frustration and heartbreak at seeing their work ruined once again by the same 'brat'.
"Mother Earth trembles in rage at the thought of her 'beloved children' being defeated by us and plans to retaliate in the future? Then let her know this. The day even one of my siblings or my mother falls, I shall destroy this world completely and utterly."
Brolios held his hand high as the power of Hakai gathered into a ball of pure power, dwarfing all the mountains combined and dominating the very sky. Its power sending tremors of fear through the heart of Mother Earth herself.
"I shall destroy her so utterly that even Chaos itself will not be able to put her back together."
At the mention of Chaos, the world shifted, and an ancient, primordial presence filled the air, much to the horror of everyone present, including the young Olympians and Kronos, who stared at Brolios as if they were staring at a fool.
Yet, unlike what they expected, Chaos did not punish the young god for his insolence.
Instead, they all felt a strange feeling of acceptance and amusement directed at the young god. As if the ancient, formless entity was satisfied with what it saw, before retreating to wherever it resides.
With his point made, Brolios let go of his power, dismissing the colossal Omega Blast back into his Ki and stared down at Kronos, color slowly returning to the world as the young god's hair and eyes started to fade back into their natural black.
"Today, I, Brolios, with my brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, declare the end of the Age of Titans. No longer shall the four corners have the Titan Lords ruling them. No longer shall the skies, the seas, and the underworld answer to a Titan. No longer shall these realms live under the evil of a tyrant."
Kronos chuckled ruefully, completely defeated and unable to do anything against the monster born of his wife. Yet, he would say his last piece before being cast into Tartarus.
"You say the four corners will no longer have lords? Then how will you hold up the weight of the skies? Young fool? Without the four to distribute the weight, you alone will have to hold it up for all eternity."
The king, no, the former king, sneered at Brolios.
"You too shall be trapped forever, just like I. An ending I am more than happy with."
To his provocative words, Brolios had no reply. Instead, he gestured to Zeus, who nodded with a grin and spoke.
"Then, before we give you your punishment, we will let you see how we shall handle such a problem."
On that day, Kronos beheld the sight of his general being forced beneath the pillar that would forever hold the sky in the absence of the four lords.
A sight that would be forever etched into his mind as Zeus used his own scythe to tear apart the Titan and the Four Lords of the directions into thousands of pieces and scattered them in Tartarus.
Thus, the Age of Titans ended, and the Age of Olympus began.
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