The marble of Mount Olympus cracked and split beneath Adam's feet, the ancient foundations finally succumbing to the forces that had been unleashed upon them. Where pillars had stood for millennia, now only rubble remained.
Adam stood motionless among the devastation, his dual blades dissipating into dark mist as he surveyed the ruins of what had once been the seat of divine power. Zeus's headless corpse lay crumpled at his feet, golden ichor pooling around the fallen god's form. The King of the Gods' final words echoed in his mind: "You don't know what you'll free if you kill us all. We never chose order. We were forced to. By them..."
