RUMBLE!
The entire Olympian World became a battlefield.
Wherever the two colossal beings clashed, both the gods of Olympus and the Celestial Court watched with fear.
Blinding white divine power erupted from Tartarus.
Countless beams of light burst from his body as his aura surged skyward.
A massive shockwave blasted upward through the heavens and downward into the deepest abyss.
The aftershocks swept across the mortal world, kicking up endless clouds of dust and shaking mountains and continents alike.
The destruction covered an unimaginable area.
As far as the eye could see, there wasn't a single untouched region left.
Residual energy saturated the atmosphere.
Magnetic fields collapsed into chaos.
Charged particles roamed freely through the sky, causing shifting storms and dazzling curtains of multicolored light.
Even if Olympus somehow won this war, rebuilding the dimension would take millions of years.
Then the golden flames returned.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow erupted from the bottomless abyss.
Its wings spread wide.
Brilliant rainbow-colored radiance bloomed around it.
Golden fire, divine light, and rippling distortions of space spread outward like an endless tidal wave.
The attack shattered layer after layer of reality.
Countless fragments of broken space became part of the assault itself, hurtling toward Tartarus.
Tartarus's response was even simpler.
He grabbed a massive chunk of the Olympian World's foundation and threw it.
The resulting collision shook existence itself.
BOOM!
Energy exploded in every direction.
Countless shockwaves spread like a storm of divine blades.
Everything nearby was cut apart.
The sky itself seemed to rise another few feet.
Watching Tartarus fight felt less like witnessing a battle and more like watching someone demolish a house.
He appeared determined to destroy the Olympian World faster than anyone else.
Even the Golden Crow was momentarily stunned.
Was this guy an enemy or an ally?
The Celestial Court was wreaking havoc to accelerate the Black Hole Dimension's assimilation of Olympus.
Tartarus, meanwhile, was ripping out the world's foundation and using it as a weapon.
He was destroying the world faster than they were.
Terrifying forces shook heaven and earth.
Tartarus swung the chunk of world-foundation repeatedly, overwhelming the Golden Crow with sheer power.
After all, it was the literal foundation of a world.
Nothing in Olympus was harder.
Nothing was heavier.
The piece in Tartarus's hand looked only about the size of a Japanese island.
Its mass, however, exceeded even that of stellar phenomena.
An invisible pressure settled over the Olympian World.
Reality groaned.
The dimension continued breaking apart.
The Golden Crow erupted with solar brilliance.
Endless divine flames surged from its body.
It was, after all, descended from the race that once ruled the demon clans beneath primordial heavens.
A temporary setback meant nothing.
Any injuries Tartarus inflicted were instantly repaired by the endless stream of solar divinity supplied by the Black Hole Dimension.
The Golden Crow didn't even need a full breath to recover.
The aftershocks continued spreading.
Then something changed.
Tartarus swung the foundation stone several more times.
The massive block began transforming.
Reshaping.
Refining itself.
Eventually, it became a weapon.
An enormous axe-sword.
If such an artifact existed within ancient primordial mythology, it would rank among the highest divine treasures imaginable.
Once the weapon took shape, the dark power surrounding it became even more terrifying.
More importantly, it gained a concept.
An authority.
The concept of absolute sharpness.
Nothing could resist it.
Nothing could block it.
The Golden Crow learned that lesson immediately.
Attempting to receive the strike head-on, it was split cleanly in two.
Had it not possessed immortality, the battle would have ended right there.
The stars trembled.
Endless divine force flowed like a celestial river pouring from the heavens.
Tartarus swung the axe-sword repeatedly.
Each strike sealed layers of space.
There was nowhere to dodge.
Nowhere to run.
The Golden Crow wasn't helpless, however.
It simply lacked a weapon capable of matching that monstrous axe.
Its wings spread.
Solar divinity gathered.
The entire Olympian World suddenly darkened.
The temperature dropped.
Every trace of light and heat was drawn into a single attack.
The phenomenon affected the entire dimension.
Even the gods felt it.
Tartarus showed no fear.
He swung the axe-sword.
The Golden Crow released its attack.
All the gathered sunlight erupted outward.
Like countless rivers merging into a single ocean, overwhelming energy condensed into a beam capable of destroying worlds.
It shot directly toward Tartarus.
Instantly, space fractured.
Cracks spread across reality like a giant spiderweb.
The heavens shook.
Explosions erupted one after another.
The collapse could no longer be stopped.
BUZZZZZZ—
The Golden Crow blazed like a miniature sun.
Space shattered around it.
The axe-sword cleaved the Solar Divine Light in half effortlessly.
But the attack wasn't destroyed.
It simply became two beams.
Its power remained unchanged.
Tartarus immediately realized the danger.
His colossal divine body transformed.
Darkness consumed him.
Space folded inward.
Reality collapsed layer by layer.
Then a black sun appeared.
It floated in the void.
A massive vortex spun at its center.
Its edges were pure darkness.
Infinite destruction radiated from within.
The Dark Abyss.
The Solar Divine Light tried to spread.
It couldn't.
The abyss created by Tartarus folded space itself, dragging everything inward.
Stars.
Energy.
Fragments of reality.
Everything was consumed.
Nothing escaped.
Not even the Solar Divine Light.
The terrifying gravity bent the attack.
Twisted it.
Dragged it into the abyss.
Darkness contracted violently.
The gathered gods stared in horror.
This wasn't merely a battle anymore.
It was the destruction of an entire world.
Across the mortal realm, life perished on a massive scale.
Hidden gods died.
Ancient monsters that had existed since prehistoric ages were erased.
Everything turned to ash.
The world resembled the dawn of creation.
Earth.
Fire.
Water.
Wind.
The fundamental elements raged wildly.
Then the earth shook.
A gigantic green hand burst from mountains and plains.
Slowly, an unimaginably vast figure rose from the ground.
Its body stretched beyond the horizon.
Clouds only reached its waist.
A casual wave could scatter stars.
A single step sent tsunamis roaring across the oceans.
The Olympian gods stared in terror.
"Chaos!!!"
Their voices trembled.
Wasn't Chaos supposed to have merged with the rules of existence long ago?
Among the Four Primordial Gods:
Chaos had supposedly become one with creation itself.
Eros, the Primordial God of Love, had vanished long ago, believed to have returned to the cosmic laws after leaving desire behind.
Tartarus had disappeared as well.
Only the Abyss remained.
Now the truth was finally revealed.
Tartarus had become part of Chaos.
The greatest power of creation.
The greatest power of destruction.
Chaos.
The true foundation of the Olympian World.
Drex Valen finally understood.
"So that's what you've been doing."
Tartarus hadn't been destroying the world recklessly.
He'd been preparing a resurrection.
A summoning.
Gaia had vanished.
Nyx and Erebus had vanished.
Most likely, they too had become components of Chaos.
This was Olympus's final trump card.
Its ultimate weapon.
The sky disappeared.
The Underworld disappeared.
The earth and seas dissolved into nothingness.
Void spread everywhere.
Several Celestial Court gods were caught by that annihilating emptiness.
They vanished instantly.
Not dead.
Gone.
Erased.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow could no longer dominate the battlefield.
Facing Chaos, it could only struggle to hold its ground.
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