The torrent of divine power showed no sign of stopping.
It surged endlessly across the Underworld, carrying enough force to drown the entire realm.
"Perish!"
The command thundered across the heavens.
Divine power shook the skies of the Underworld, sending ripples through reality itself.
The next moment, a piercing cry echoed through the darkness.
A pressure capable of tearing apart heaven and earth erupted upward, instantly punching through the Underworld's gloomy sky.
Scattered across the battlefield, gods looked up in horror.
There, suspended in the heavens, stood a colossal three-legged golden crow.
Its radiance stretched for billions of miles.
The eternal darkness of the Underworld vanished beneath its light.
For the first time in ages, the realm of the dead shone as brightly as the mortal world.
Golden brilliance flooded every corner of existence.
The Underworld itself seemed unable to bear the burden of such overwhelming power.
The realm groaned.
The world trembled.
Reality cried out beneath strength capable of ending creation.
Gaia's heart sank.
She poured even more power into her Earth Scepter.
Then she produced another treasure.
The Chalice of Life.
Water carrying the essence of all living things flowed from the vessel, forming a seemingly gentle but incredibly resilient barrier.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow didn't even spare it a glance.
Solar flames consumed the heavens.
The entire sky turned crimson.
Then the divine bird folded its wings.
And dove.
Its target wasn't Gaia.
It wasn't Nyx.
It wasn't Erebus.
Its target was the entire Underworld.
WHOOSH!
Solar light descended.
Life Water shattered.
Earthly defenses collapsed.
Gaia's two greatest treasures were unable to slow the attack for even a moment.
Her expression changed instantly.
Abandoning her position, she swept up as many nearby gods as possible and retreated.
As for those farther away...
They would have to rely on their own luck.
A metallic roar echoed through the world.
The Underworld's darkness split apart.
Then the impossible happened.
The endless continent of the dead was cleaved in two.
A single line of blazing sunlight carved through the realm.
BOOM!
The entire Underworld broke apart.
Mountains shattered.
Continents split.
The realm fractured into countless pieces.
Nyx and Erebus's expressions changed dramatically.
The Underworld was more than territory.
It was their foundation.
Their lifeblood.
BOOOOM!
The earth shook violently.
Hurricanes erupted across the battlefield.
A colossal mushroom cloud rose into the heavens.
Scorching temperatures spread outward with the shockwave.
Crimson oceans of molten stone surged across the broken landscape.
From above, the expanding blast resembled a fan-shaped tidal wave of destruction.
Dust storms swept across the horizon.
Solar power bored through the earth itself, creating oceans of molten fire.
Then, from the center of the inferno, the Three-Legged Golden Crow rose once more.
It spread its wings.
Endless light.
Endless heat.
Endless divine power.
Its presence felt invincible.
Like a living apocalypse.
Rays of golden light crossed the world.
Mountains exploded.
Molten rivers carved through the earth.
Entire peaks vanished beneath the attacks.
To the Olympian gods, it looked as though a second sun had risen over the world.
Within that blazing star, the silhouette of the Golden Crow spread its wings.
The pressure was unbearable.
The temperature continued rising.
Space itself warped beneath the heat.
Reality folded like paper being crumpled by invisible hands.
The world had become a furnace.
The oceans screamed.
The earth split apart.
Volcanoes erupted one after another.
Golden flames spread with the momentum of a force determined to burn heaven and boil the seas.
Honestly, many Olympian gods wanted to surrender.
How were they supposed to fight this?
The Celestial Court already possessed more than a dozen supreme gods capable of challenging entire pantheons.
Now a monstrous solar bird had appeared and was single-handedly tearing the Olympian Dimension apart.
Gods were dying.
The world was collapsing.
What exactly was left to fight for?
Unfortunately, surrender was no longer an option.
Drex Valen had already decided to devour the Olympian Dimension.
Unless some forgotten ancient god emerged from the deepest shadows, the outcome was all but decided.
The world shook beneath endless light and heat.
Every part of reality seemed moments away from collapse.
Golden beams shot through heaven and earth like divine swords.
Mountains crumbled.
The oceans roared.
The entire Olympian World appeared destined to burn.
The Golden Crow continued its rampage.
Golden radiance tore open countless black fissures across reality.
The shattered continents of the Underworld drifted farther apart.
Below them stretched a darkness deeper than any abyss.
A place untouched by light for countless ages.
Then something opened its eyes.
Two enormous eyes.
Hidden within the darkness.
A shadow so vast it couldn't be measured.
A single growl shook both continents.
Countless cracks appeared across their surfaces.
The shattered realm seemed on the verge of complete destruction.
Tartarus.
The Primordial God of the Abyss had awakened.
The destruction of the Underworld had roused him from his endless slumber.
The entire world trembled.
A vast and boundless presence spread outward.
Its magnitude was absurd.
The sky couldn't compare.
The earth couldn't compare.
Even the entire Olympian World felt insignificant beside it.
Drex Valen raised an eyebrow.
Even he was surprised.
"Since when was Tartarus this strong?"
Gaia was powerful.
Nyx and Erebus were powerful.
All three stood at the peak of the All-Father level.
Yet the Three-Legged Golden Crow had overwhelmed them with ease.
But Tartarus...
Tartarus had surpassed that level entirely.
A primordial who spent most of his existence sleeping somehow possessed power beyond even the strongest gods of Olympus.
The sheer scale made no sense.
A savage cry rang out across the heavens.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow responded immediately.
Waves of heat exploded outward.
The burning bird tore through space itself and descended from above.
It resembled a blazing sun falling from heaven.
Its kingly aura dominated everything.
BOOM!
The Golden Crow beat its wings.
A massive beam of condensed solar power descended from the clouds.
In an instant, it crossed impossible distances.
The attack tore apart heaven and earth.
Residual energy continued to spread long after its passage.
Tartarus answered with a roar.
Then he stood.
The sight stunned everyone.
His body was unimaginably vast.
His divine power seemed endless.
Boundless.
Infinite.
The combined strength of the entire Olympian Pantheon might not equal even a tenth of his power.
The Golden Crow accepted the challenge.
Golden flames erupted.
It soared into the sky before diving directly toward the primordial abyss god.
As the Sun God of the Black Hole Dimension, it possessed the qualifications to challenge a single-universe-level deity.
The Golden Crow descended.
Everything in its path evaporated.
The sky vanished beneath endless fire.
The atmosphere exploded with crackling detonations.
Its claws split mountains.
Its wings parted oceans.
Then it collided with Tartarus.
CLANG!
A metallic impact echoed across reality.
The Golden Crow stopped abruptly.
For the first time, something had halted its charge.
Then Tartarus struck.
With a savage roar, the primordial abyss god seized one of the Golden Crow's wings.
The two giants tore into each other in midair.
Golden feathers scattered.
Chunks of flesh were ripped free.
Boiling golden blood rained from the heavens, igniting vast seas of fire wherever it landed.
Yet Tartarus paid a price as well.
The Golden Crow's claws ripped open his seemingly indestructible body.
Divine blood painted the skies.
The battle escalated.
The Golden Crow's blazing beak pierced through Tartarus's massive form.
At the same time, Tartarus snapped one of the bird's wings.
Both sides suffered devastating injuries.
Neither yielded.
Neither retreated.
The clash ended with both titans wounded, their blood falling across a world already on the brink of destruction.