"All Nordic Gods—strike! Destroy those abominations before they consume the roots of the universe itself!""
Odin's voice thundered across the realms, shaking the heavens and echoing through the Nine Worlds.
His words were soon followed by Nyx, whose tone was calm but filled with unshakable authority.
"Greek Pantheon—focus your power on the tentacles! Tear them apart before they drain the cosmic essence!"
Countless deities, from the mightiest of Aesir to the lesser of Olympians, unleashed their powers in unison.
Storms of divine lightning split the heavens.
Torrents of divine fire rained down.
Oceans rose to drown the tendrils, and spells of celestial magnitude flashed like stars being born.
Yet, for all their efforts, the result was despairingly negligible; the tentacles merely shuddered and absorbed every ounce of energy thrown at them, devouring divinity as easily as they consumed the stars.
