Philyra still didn't know what was happening. Her face was full of confusion and terror, and she didn't even have time to scream before she saw the endless darkness and the collapsing mountain descending upon her like the end of the world.
The infinitely towering Mount Othrys, once the very symbol of the God-King's majesty, had actually collapsed!
That visual impact alone was enough to shatter the will of any god.
Dark despair engulfed her in an instant.
As a low-ranking ocean nymph, she wouldn't be annihilated outright, but the beautiful divine body she had painstakingly cultivated would surely be completely destroyed.
And as for the psychological trauma—she might never recover from it, not for all eternity.
Zeus laughed heartily, a loud, unrestrained laughter that echoed across the world, reverberating through the collapsed valley, brimming with triumphant proclamation and boundless arrogance.
At the same time, he declared his presence to the whole world, announcing the arrival of a new era.
"O great God-King, son of Uranus! Please accept this gift I've brought you."
"There will be more gifts in the future."
"Hahaha! Farewell, Your Majesty~"
His voice, filled with provocation, rang in Cronus's ears like the sharpest of mockeries, snapping the God-King from his state of stunned disbelief.
This was not just a warning—it was a declaration of war.
That "farewell" was drenched in contempt and scorn, slicing through the sky as if proclaiming the death of the old order.
Having completed everything, Zeus finally led the gods into the depths of the cosmos, their figures turning into streaks of light as they vanished into the horizon.
Until he had secured the support of the majority of the great gods, he could not remain within the world. It was necessary to avoid a direct clash with the God-King, who was now consumed by rage.
Originally, they might've barely been able to contend with the weakened Cronus, but not now. The unexpected developments had disrupted the plan slightly—but it wasn't a bad thing.
In fact, it was not only not a bad thing—it was a great advantage, an unexpected surprise that brought Zeus immense joy.
Besides, today was never meant to be the final battle. The events of this day needed time to ferment. The God-King's shame had to spread across the universe, shaking the very foundation of his rule.
Once all gods knew, once Cronus's authority had been thoroughly trampled—that would be the time for war. The true battle between the old and the new order would begin in earnest.
When the God-King Cronus finally sobered completely and realized the full truth, he flew from the ruins of Mount Othrys in an explosion of pure rage.
His furious gaze swept in all directions—but there was no one left. Those who had dared to challenge his authority had already vanished without a trace.
Driven to the brink by fury, the God-King unleashed his wrath in all directions. The terrible power of his divine body erupted uncontrollably, shattering the surrounding space, plunging the laws themselves into chaos.
The already-collapsed summit of Mount Othrys crumbled even further under his terrifying power, half the mountain pulverized into dust.
The falling peaks that struck the earth made the entire world tremble, as though torn apart by the God-King's fury.
Cronus's sharp gaze scanned the world again, finding nothing. He then turned toward the vast cosmic firmament and, without hesitation, tore open space itself, accelerating beyond light speed as he launched himself into the universe.
His terrifying speed and might obliterated everything in his path with ease.
Planets and stars alike—before the enraged God-King, they were like piles of dust, vanishing into cosmic ash with the flick of his will.
But the universe was too vast. For all his power to destroy suns and crush worlds, Cronus could not touch the enemies hidden deep in the unknown.
Even with the power to annihilate creation, if he couldn't find his foes, it was meaningless. His anger had no target.
At that moment, Crios—the framework of the universe—and Hyperion, Lord of Celestial Radiance, arrived together to stop the God-King's destruction, which served no purpose beyond venting and threatened the very stability of the cosmos.
Crios was an incomparably towering Titan god. Compared to him, even stars were no more than marbles in his grasp.
His body resembled a pillar of the universe itself, radiating an aura of ancient, boundless, and overwhelming might—an embodiment of the cosmos's ancient order.
His dignified face showed no emotion as he addressed the God-King with solemn warning:
"O great God-King, please calm yourself. Do not continue this meaningless destruction. It disrupts the order of the universe and shakes the foundations of the world."
"Too many of the divine stars have already been destroyed by your wrath." His tone was cold and stern, tinged with disapproval and warning.
Hyperion stood no less majestic than Crios. His entire body radiated blinding brilliance, like a congregation of countless stars.
With a tone just as icy, he said:
"O great God-King, the light of the cosmos has grown dim. My countless eons of effort have been rendered meaningless."
"Whatever has caused your anger, I implore you, Your Majesty, calm yourself." His voice held a stern, unquestionable calm.
Faced with the unwavering stance of the two Titan gods, Cronus had no choice but to suppress the flames in his heart.
He knew that war had begun. The trumpet of battle had been sounded. He could not now drive such mighty gods into the arms of his enemy.
Forcing himself to swallow his fury, he spoke in an icy tone:
"Crios, Hyperion, my elder brothers, a thief dares to overthrow our Titan dominion over the universe. He seeks to destroy the divine order we have painstakingly built."
"My brothers, we are all sons of Ouranos. Help me find this vile traitor. If we cannot destroy him, the universe we wrested from our father at great cost will surely fall into ruin."
Hyperion nodded, then looked out across the cosmos.
Under his all-seeing gaze, all stars and celestial bodies flared with radiant brilliance.
After a moment, the Lord of Light said with steady calm, "I see nothing unusual."
Crios also surveyed the universe. Boundless aether formed tides that swept across the cosmos, washing through every corner without missing the slightest movement.
Then Crios said blandly, "There is no anomaly."
Cronus's face grew darker. He clenched his teeth, rage boiling in his heart—but he forced a smile and continued:
"Sons of Ouranos, my dear brothers—our honor now faces its greatest threat."
(Here, "honor" encompasses status, authority, and reputation—no further elaboration needed.)
"When the sacred order we've built is shaken, how can our honor be preserved?"
"My beloved brothers, I hope we can stand united again, as we did when we inherited our father's dominion. Let us face this challenge together."
"We must defend our honor. We must uphold our sacred order! We are sons of Ouranos! We are the great Titans, and we must defend the glory of the Titans!"
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