Back at the shattered gateway of Olympus, Sharky stood before what remained of Deimos.
The God of Terror was broken.
His body twitched uncontrollably, spasms running through shattered limbs. His eyes were hollow, empty of thought or defiance, and his mind had been reduced to ruins after enduring a thousand punishments of hell.
Whatever Deimos had once been, god, warrior, terror incarnate, no longer existed.
He could no longer scream. He could no longer beg.
Sharky looked down at him, his expression cold and final, untouched by hesitation or mercy.
"You made the worst mistake possible," Sharky said quietly. "You touched my son."
He raised his hand. "This is where your existence ends."
There was no explosion. No scream. Only a brief pulse of cosmic light.
And then Deimos was gone, erased completely, as if he had never existed at all.
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The instant Sharky erased Deimos, Olympus trembled.
