It was finally over.
Hecate exhaled deeply, her breath trembling as relief washed over her like a soft tide after a raging storm.
The cosmos, once filled with chaos and destruction, now lay eerily quiet.
The air itself seemed to hum with exhaustion, the remnants of divine power still crackling faintly across the ruined expanse of the battlefield.
She hovered in the air, her robes torn and burned in several places, her once-brilliant aura dimmed to a flickering ember.
Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took in the sight before her—nothing remained of the Primordial Giant. Not even dust. Its existence had been completely erased, leaving behind only silence.
Then, from that silence, came the sound of a single voice.
A booming roar broke through the void.
"It's over! The Giant has been slain! We have won!" Zeus bellowed, his voice shaking the heavens themselves.
For a heartbeat, the entire cosmos seemed to pause—then erupted in celebration.
