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'Fuck!'
Brontesios thought to himself.
He was holding his comrade, Thalorion, who was completely out of it—unconscious, though his eyes remained half-open.
Aetherion's punch had shaken his brain so violently that he was left in a state between consciousness and oblivion, his mind barely functioning.
Brontesios couldn't take it anymore.
He needed to end this now—before Aetherion defeated and captured them both.
He couldn't allow that.
He refused.
He was a mighty major god—one of the few beings in existence that others feared to face.
And yet here he was… being pushed back, cornered, beaten—by a mere hunter.
A deity who had ambushed them… and still, they were losing.
It was humiliating.
Unbearably humiliating.
The very thought of it twisted his insides with rage.
But then—he saw it.
Aetherion pulled down the cloth wrapped around his eyes.
And for the first time in this fight, Brontesios felt something he hadn't felt in a long, long time.
No—something he had only ever felt in the presence of one man:
Kronos.
Fear.
Those silver eyes stared at him—marked with four sharp, radiant star-shaped pupils.
They looked directly into him with a natural, terrifying authority.
But that wasn't what frightened him the most.
It was the glint in those eyes.
The playful glint.
As if this entire battle was a game to him.
As if he had already won from the very beginning… and was simply waiting for them to realize it.
Then Aetherion spoke.
"I'll be taking you both now. Understand?"
he said—his voice calm, steady, filled with unmistakable authority.
There was no anger.
No malice.
Just certainty.
A cold, inescapable certainty.
And in that moment, Brontesios realized—he wasn't the hunter here.
He was the prey.
His skin paled.
The lightning around his body flickered.
The storm in the sky trembled for a moment.
Still, Brontesios refused to lose himself to fear.
He clenched his jaw and shook his head, forcing himself to focus.
He had one goal now:
defeat Aetherion before he activated his divine form.
If they could capture him or knock him out—even kill him if necessary—they had to do it now.
But deep down, he wasn't confident.
He couldn't do it alone.
He looked down at the barely conscious Thalorion in his hand.
"Thalorion, you bastard, get a grip on yourself!" he shouted. "We need to capture this fucker—or kill him!"
His voice, though firm, was laced with panic.
A tone he hadn't used once this entire battle.
Thalorion finally stirred.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he spat something into his palm—a tooth.
He looked up at Brontesios with a pained, twisted grin.
"Yeah…" he said, "Let's get it over with."
And with that, he leapt from Brontesios' hand—and activated his Titan Size.
His bodie swelled in power and size—colossal now, standing at thirty meters tall—towering over Aetherion like giants of old.
And yet… Aetherion still smiled.
But this time, they didn't rush in.
They watched him carefully.
They knew now—they couldn't afford mistakes.
They exchanged a glance—and in that moment, made a silent pact:
They would go all in.
Their most powerful techniques.
Their deepest reserves of divine energy.
Everything they had—thrown into this one final, desperate attack.
And pray…
Pray that it would be enough.
Brontesios suddenly had an idea and glanced at Thalorion.
Even though Brontesios wasn't the smartest, he occasionally came up with dangerous—if reckless—ideas.
"How about we combine our attacks?"
he said.
Thalorion stared at him, genuinely surprised.
"You want to do that?" he asked, confused. "You've never suggested something like this before, Brontesios."
Brontesios grinned, lightning flickering in his eyes.
"It's because we've never met someone who's stronger than both of us at the same time, my friend. So come on—let's defeat this bastard together."
A feral smile spread across Thalorion's face.
"Yeah. Let's do it."
Immediately, Brontesios raised his hands toward the heavens.
The massive storm he had summoned before stretched across kilometers of sky, and now he began to compress it—tighter, and tighter—until its shape twisted into something serpentine.
Lightning crackled, wind howled, and the storm condensed into a colossal beast—a snake, no… a Leviathan of storms, forged from lightning, wind, and tornadic force.
Then Thalorion added his power.
He summoned vast amounts of oceanic water infused with his divine energy, shaping it into an ever-growing torrent that flooded the sky.
The parallel expansion darkened, the clear sky vanished beneath a dome of water.
Thalorion did not stop.
He pulled the divine water into a spiraling current around Brontesios' storm beast, wrapping it like armor and compressing it over and over until the creature's form became tangible—solid, monstrous, alive.
The resulting entity was terrifying:
a colossal leviathan of storm and sea, hundreds of meters long, lightning for veins, waves for scales, and a hurricane swirling within its roaring maw.
The air trembled with its presence.
The power leaking from it was enough to annihilate entire continents.
Even the beast itself seemed sentient—waiting for its masters' command.
Brontesios and Thalorion stood side by side, grinning like conquerors, convinced this attack could finally surpass Aetherion.
Brontesios pointed at him.
"Get ready, son of Kronos,"
he snarled.
But Aetherion only smiled back.
"I shall meet your attack head on."
He shifted his stance, pressed his hand to the earth—
—and summoned something of his own.
A weapon forged directly from the earth—adamantine, the mythic metal used in the crafting of divine weapons.
Aetherion summoned it from the depths of the earth and shaped it into a gleaming long sword with practiced precision.
Immediately, stars began to form around him, compressed into miniature spheres of brilliant light.
Slowly, they drifted toward the sword, merging with its form and making it shine with a celestial radiance.
But it wasn't finished.
Aetherion reached further, drawing down the silver light of the moon, threading it through the weapon like strands of divine silk.
The glow intensified.
Then, from deep within himself, green energy surged—his Life force in its rawest form.
The blade pulsed with power, now tinged with a dark green hue as nature's essence from the surrounding area was drawn into it, wrapping around the sword in darker verdant tones.
Aetherion whispered, his voice echoing through the trembling air:
"[Combined Domain—"
He took his stance, lowering the massive sword at his waist .
Then, with voice and soul aligned:
"Illumine Wrath!!]"
And then, Aetherion jumped towards them with his shining 50 meters long sword.
Flying through the air, prepared to sweeping a low horizontal cut.
Brontesios saw the glow and instantly recognized the danger.
His expression hardened.
He swung his massive leviathan of storm down from the heavens, created from compressed wind, lightning, and storm energy—a titanic beast clad in armor of compressed ocean water, infused with Thalorion's divine energy.
With both hands raised, Brontesios screamed:
"[Prideful Oceanic Storm Serpent!]"
He poured everything he had into the attack—his remaining divine energy.
Above, two unstoppable forces collided.
BOOM!!!
The shockwave decimated everything in its path.
Forests were flattened for kilometers.
The earth itself quaked.
The Parallel Expansion trembled violently, as if it too was on the verge of collapse under the pressure of divine might.
Aetherion smiled, despite the destruction.
Brontesios saw that smile—and then watched in disbelief as more green energy poured from Aetherion's body into the sword.
He called upon the gravity of the moon and stars, anchoring the swing with devastating weight.
The final blow came—swift and merciless.
Swish!!
Aetherion's blade, now over a hundred meters long, cleaved the serpent in two.
The divine beast they had crafted, with all their energy and power, was torn apart—and with it, so were they.
Brontesios didn't even feel it at first.
His eyes widened in shock as his legs detached, severed cleanly from his body.
He stared downward, unable to believe what had happened.
Then came the pain.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
A scream tore from his lungs.
Thalorion followed, letting out a feral, agonized cry, his own legs falling beneath him as burning pain surged through his body.
But Aetherion didn't flinch.
He raised one hand and created a towering trees from the ground, its roots erupting from the shattered ground and twisting around the two broken giants.
The roots coiled tighter and tighter, infused with Life and Nature, draining the very vitality from their massive forms.
The two major gods couldn't even move.
Brontesios, pinned in place, looked up at Aetherion as he floated above the ruined battlefield.
The sky had cleared, revealing a beautiful moon high above, framed by the chaos of battle.
Around him, the world was scarred, but still alive—just like him.
They had used everything—their greatest attack, their final hope.
And still, they had lost.
'He never took us seriously,' Brontesios thought bitterly. 'From the beginning… to the end… we were the hunted.'
There was no mercy in Aetherion's eyes.
No hatred either.
Just the calm stillness of a predator who had done what needed to be done.
Brontesios closed his eyes.
"I pray you stop him, my lord…Kronos…"
The taste in his mouth was bitter.
It was the taste of defeat.
And then—darkness.
His eyes would not open again for a very, very long time.
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