The ground trembled beneath my feet as Atlas strode toward Olympus, flanked by three of the most fearsome Titans left in Kronos' service: Hyperion, the shining one, his armor glowing like a star about to go supernova; Krios, with his horned helmet and curved sword that looked like it had tasted the flesh of galaxies; and Iapetos, silent and grim, his long spear glinting with cold finality.
Four Titans. Four of the mightiest.
And only me to stop them.
Good.
The battlefield stilled as they approached. allies, enemies, titans, monsters, even gods held their breath. The sky darkened, clouds drawn to the center of this confrontation as if Olympus itself were watching.
"You are bold to face us alone, Sea God," Hyperion called, his voice like molten bronze.
"No," I said, stepping forward. My trident hummed with anticipation. "I am inevitable."
I moved.
To them and everyone else, I disappeared.
I bent the water in the air, the moisture in the earth, the droplets clinging to their skin. I wrapped myself in speed. In flow.
Before they could blink, I reappeared behind Iapetos and unleashed a flurry of trident strikes faster than lightning. The first three missed as he turned, but the fourth sank deep into his side, breaking armor and bone.
He roared in pain, but I had already vanished again.
Krios swung his sword where I had been, but I surged beneath the ground in a river of motion and burst up behind him swing my trident, landing a heavy blow to the back of his helmet that knocked him forward.
Hyperion reacted faster than the others. He turned his spear and let loose a blast of solar fire, forcing me to raise a towering wall of steam and mist mixed with my divinity to block it.
Atlas advanced, no tricks, no powers, just pure force. His sword cleaved through the mist, and I was forced to catch it with the trident, our weapons screaming as they clashed.
The power of him it was immense. It had to be, at one point he will carry the sky someday. But even now he already carried raw strength.
But I had the sea and all the water in the world.
I called the water from the earth and air, from every crack and crevice. It surged up around us in a spinning maelstrom, forcing the Titans to separate.
Krios charged back in, roaring, but I ducked under his swing and shattered his kneecap with a precise strike, then flung him into the wall of spinning water.
Hyperion returned with light blazing around him, trying to blind me. But I closed my eyes, listening instead.
The sea speaks in silence.
I lunged through the light, trident first, and pierced his side. Not a fatal blow, but with the spinning water making his stance unsteady, it was enough to send him crashing back.
Now only Atlas remained standing.
We fought again. Sword and trident. Mountain and ocean.
He drove me to my knees, his blade pressing down but then I let go of form, flowed around him, reformed behind, and struck.
He must have felt my body lyquifying because he tried to raise his weapon but it was too late, I was to fast and...
I sent my trident through his chest.
He fell.
All four Titans lay broken.
I stood tall.
The sea roared.
---
We gathered at the base of Olympus. Hades. Demeter. Hera. Hestia. The Cyclopes. The Hecatoncheires.
The tide had shifted.
Hades looked to me, shadows flickering around his helm. "The Titans still fight. But they fear. I can smell it."
Demeter's plants twisted around her feet, stretching for battle once more. Her eyes burned with wild focus.
I lifted my trident.
"Then we finish it."
We charged.
The field erupted in chaos once more, but this time we were the storm.
Hades became a shadow on the wind, using the caps full capabilities of fear and invisibility, appearing in places he had not stood, striking with a blade of black nothingness. Wherever he walked, fear grew thick like fog. The Titanspawn quaked at his approach. He needed no army. He was dread incarnate.
Demeter raised her hands, and the forest answered. Vines the size of serpents tore through ranks of enemies. Trees uprooted and smashed lines of soldiers like clubs. Thorny roots pierced armor. Blossoms bloomed over corpses.
Hera and Hestia fought back to back, Hestia's flames dancing in perfect harmony with Hera's radiant shields.
And I?
I called the sea.
A roar echoed behind the mountains, not of beast or god, but of water.
A tsunami.
It crashed through the valley like the fist of the world itself, wiping away Titanspawn and monsters alike. Only those we protected stood firm.
The ocean washed clean the battlefield.
Victory was not claimed.
It was taken.
---
Now, all that remained was Kronos.
We ascended the mountain, each step heavier than the last. The air grew thicker. Time bent and warped. Seconds stretched into minutes. Minutes into moments.
And at the top, there he was.
Kronos. Titan of Time.
Our father.
Still locked in battle with our brother Zeus, when Zeus saw us he came to us panting.
"I tried... but he was to strong."
Kronos looked at us, not with love, or fury, but when he realized all his troops were decimated it turned into a look of ancient disappointment .
"So. You come to unmake your creator."
Zeus stood to my right, Master Bolt in hand.
Hades to my left, shadow pooling beneath his feet.
Demeter, behind me, vines slithering like snakes around her arms.
Hera, head high, crown gleaming.
Hestia, calm, steady, a flame in the storm.
And me. Trident ready. Sea rising behind us, in us.
"You are not our creator," I said.
"You are our curse."
He smiled, cruel and endless.
Then he struck.
Time exploded.
We were no longer standing still. The air bent into centuries. Each blink took lifetimes.
But we moved. We fought.
Our weapons flashed against his scythe, our power clashing with the very fabric of time.
For every wound we dealt, he reversed it.
For every step we gained, he aged it into ruin.
It was not a battle.
It was survival.
And it had only just begun.