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Shadow Zeus vanished in a crack of violet thunder and reappeared above the Firstborn, lightning already descending with him. The air bent inwards as he attacked.
The Firstborn barely had time to register movement before a column of black-violet lightning slammed into his chest and drove him backward through the clouds. The impact split the sky, shockwaves rolling across Olympus in waves of sound and destruction. Broken pillars and shattered temples below were lifted from the mountainside and pulverized midair.
Shadow Zeus did not slow.
He twisted through the sky with unnatural grace, one hand raised, fingers curled as if gripping the storm itself. Lightning answered instantly dozens of spears formed from condensed shadow and thunder, hurled in perfect formation.
The Firstborn roared, swatting several aside with raw force, letting others strike him head-on. They detonated against his dark aura, tearing into him, burning his already burned flesh, yet it was not enough.
'Not enough..'
He laughed.
A harsh, incredulous sound ripped from his throat as he halted himself midair, smoke and lightning crawling over his body. His eyes locked onto the figure hovering before him the thing that looked like Zeus, yet was unmistakably wrong.
"No," he muttered, voice low with disbelief. "You died, that much I know."
Shadow Zeus answered with silence and violence.
He crossed the distance in an instant, axe of lightning forming in his grasp, bringing it down with enough force to split the clouds clean in two. The Firstborn caught the blow with both arms.
They clashed again. And again.
Each impact reshaped the clouds in the sky.
Below them, amid the ruins of Olympus, Arthur stood unmoving. Cloak of shadow fluttered in the wind. His eyes burned violet, calm and distant, arms crossed as if watching an inevitable outcome unfold.
The Firstborn noticed him then.
In the middle of a clash, he twisted his head just enough to see the figure on the ground.
That… Being
No divine aura. No Olympian resonance. No primordial presence he could name. And yet, power pressed outward from him, subtle and absolute, something he couldn't understand.
'Who are you…?' the Firstborn thought, a flicker of unease crawling into his fury consumed mind. 'You are not of Olympus. I sense no divinity. No origin.'
His gaze sharpened.
'Are you… something older a primordial one?'
Arthur's voice carried upward, calm and faintly amused.
"Still taking your time Zeus?" he called. "Here. Make good use of this."
The ground beneath Arthur darkened.
Shadows surged outward like a living tide, racing across the ruins, climbing pillars, leaping into the sky itself.
[Monarch's Domain - Activated]
The shadows wrapped around Shadow Zeus.
His lightning howled.
Shadow Zeus threw his head back and roared in power. The storm answered him fully this time. The clouds spiraled inward, forming a colossal vortex, thunder rumbling.
He raised both hands.
The lightning that formed was no longer wild.
It was commanded and controlled.
A single bolt descended thicker than a tower, black at its core, violet-white along its edges. It struck the Firstborn squarely, driving him down through layers of cloud and smashing him into the mountain below. Olympus trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across its peak.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then the Firstborn rose from the rubble, laughing again louder now, wilder, tinged with madness.
"That's it?" he snarled, blood running freely down his chest, lightning burns smoking across his skin. "That is your king now? A corpse in a chain?"
He surged upward, grabbing Shadow Zeus mid-flight, slamming him through the air like a weapon. They crashed through a floating ruin, through columns and broken statues, until the Firstborn gathered all his strength.
and tore Shadow Zeus apart.
The shadowed form exploded into fragments of darkness and lightning, scattering across the sky.
The Firstborn hovered, breathing hard, chest heaving.
"Hah…" He exhaled, grinning. "So weak after all.."
The shadows moved.
They flowed backward. Pulled inward. Reassembling.
Lightning crackled again.
Shadow Zeus reformed, whole and intact, eyes burning brighter than before.
The Firstborn froze.
"What!" His voice twisted with rage. "Stay dead! You already lost twice! You think I fear your imitation?!"
Shadow Zeus answered by lunging again.
But the Firstborn had enough.
His gaze snapped downward to Arthur.
"You," he snarled, fury boiling over. "You're the source."
He dove.
The air screamed as he descended, fist drawn back, power compressing around him.
Arthur didn't move.
Didn't brace.
Didn't even look concerned.
He simply raised one hand.
The shockwave erupted.
Invisible, absolute and crushing.
The Firstborn was struck mid-dive and launched backward as if struck by the concept of gravity itself, tumbling end over end through the sky, smashing into the far side of Olympus with an impact that obliterated an entire section of the mountain.
Arthur lowered his hand.
His expression remained unchanged.
High above, Shadow Zeus hovered, lightning coiling around him.
The Firstborn dragged himself from the rubble, teeth clenched so hard they cracked. Veins bulged, fury radiating from him in waves.
"You don't even fight me," he growled. "You stand there and let your pet do it!"
Arthur watched him quietly.
'Shadow Zeus is weaker than he should be,' Arthur thought, eyes narrowing slightly. 'Even empowered, he's not enough on his own.'
A translucent interface flickered open before his eyes.
[Item Acquired: Shattered Bolt]
Arthur paused.
"…This is the second one," he murmured. "The first came a long time ago. After Black Adam. Tower of Fate."
The system pulsed softly.
[Merge available: Shattered Bolt x2]
[Proceed?]
Arthur smiled faintly.
"The system... even if I won't need it later on," he said to himself, "it still has its uses now."
"Merge."
The interface flared
Every sound across Olympus clashing, screaming winds, divine roars was smothered as if swallowed by a void, lightning freezing mid-arc, suspended like broken veins across the sky.
Then the system spoke again.
[New Item Acquired]
[Thanatos Brontē]
'Death Thunder - The Thunder That Kills Gods'
Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly as the description unfolded.
'Thanatos Brontē is a shapeshifting divine armament, responding to intent rather than command.'
Thunderbolt Form:
A compact, jagged bolt of lightning. Violet lightning veins pulse within it, contracting instead of expanding.
Spear Form:
A long, elegant spear, its blade shaped like frozen lightning. Violet arcs crawl along the shaft, sinking inward rather than spilling outward, as though the storm is being consumed rather than unleashed.
When it changes form, there is no flash only a brief distortion.
Arthur's hand lifted.
The weapon manifested.
At first, it hovered in thunderbolt form, compact and jagged, violet lightning beating within it.
The Firstborn felt it instantly.
His breath caught.
"That… isn't Father's lightning."
The weapon shifted.
No glow.
No transformation flare.
And suddenly Arthur held a spear long and refined, terrifyingly still. Violet arcs of lightning crawled across its surface only to vanish beneath the metal.
Arthur smiled. A genuine one.
"This is a very good weapon," he said quietly. "I might use it myself."
[Thanatos Brontē does not behave like thunder.
When it strikes, it is no simple rumble.
After every impact destruction arrive.]
The Firstborn staggered back midair, his survival instincts screaming.
Even away from Arthur, the energy he felt from that weapon was wrong.
[Death-Bound Lightning]
The violet lightning bypasses divine protections entirely. Immortality, blessings, regeneration, none of it fully applies. Wounds inflicted by Thanatos Brontē refuse to heal correctly.
[Godslayer Conduction]
Even indirect contact is lethal. A god struck through armor, avatars, or divine constructs still suffers the wound directly.
'There is no safe distance from Death's thunder.'
Arthur lifted the spear.
Then, without ceremony, he threw it.
There was no sound.
The weapon tore upward through the sky, not just splitting clouds but completely erasing them, carving a perfect corridor of absence through storm and sky alike. Lightning followed in its wake, dragged behind it as if compelled, violet veins spiraling toward the spear as if it was consuming electricity from the sky.
The Firstborn turned sharply.
"What is that bastard doing?!"
High above, Shadow Zeus moved.
The shadowed god caught the spear in a single, fluid motion, lightning erupting around his darkened form no longer divine thunder, but death-bound thunder. The spear resonated with him, accepting him instantly.
Arthur looked up, hands slipping into his pockets, violet eyes calm.
"Alright," he said, utterly relaxed amid apocalypse, "we've wasted enough time."
His gaze hardened.
"Make this quick."
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