Reversal

As soon as time returned to flow at its normal peace, Typhon was struck by Baal's lightning immediately. The instant after the impact, a white, dome-shaped explosion ensued. Also, powerful gales flooded the area, causing the Caananite God to retreat to avoid the aftermath of his own attack.

'What is this smell? It smells like a corpse was here recently.' Baal frowned as he shielded his face from the powerful wings, which, ironically, made that stench more pronounced. He has a feeling he forgets something, but no matter how much he thinks about it, nothing comes to mind.

'Naqada prohibits any type of summoning that is not my own, so there should not have been any kind of resurrection happening.' The Storm God thought with puzzlement as he observed the floating island still resting on the clouds.

It was then that a familiar voice sounded on his ears.

'Focus. Also, try not to get altered. When we are together, you tend to be more volatile.' Seth reprimanded his counterpart with a little tiredness.

'Even I get angry sometimes, you know? Especially when it comes to that topic. But more importantly, why are you awake? Your mind should be exhausted from the past events.' Although he spoke with some annoyance in his tone, it was obvious that he had managed to calm down after his little venting.

'Whose fault do you think it is? You have been utilizing my powers without restriction for the past hour. Not to mention that you are using my cultist to play with the dead. Do you think I will not wake up at all?' If Seth had control over his body, he would undoubtedly be frowning right now. He didn't care about the first part as he was also tired of hiding like a turtle, but the second part was totally different.

'Will you cut it out? While you are the creator of death, I am its overcomer. You respect it while I disrespect it. Two sides of the same coin, as simple as that. Do you see me complaining when you do stupid shit? No. So suck it up and let me fight to my heart's content. Besides, didn't you say that I have to win no matter what I used? Don't back-up now because I am easily winning.' It was the first time in years since he was alive and the first time of all since he was conscious while inhabiting the same body as the Egyptian God, so there was no way he would not do as he pleased.

Seth stayed silent for a few seconds. As much as he wanted to refute his words, he knew Baal was in the right. '...Just make sure to learn. Although it displeases me, that form might become a valuable asset in the future.'

Baal grinned wildly. 'You don't have to say it. Why do you think this worm is still alive until now?'

There was no further answer from Seth, so that meant he returned back to sleep. He probably wanted to give him a piece of advice — as useless as it was — with the little strength he had remaining before slumbering once again.

With his counterpart gone, Baal shifted his full attention to the still-growing dome of light. Although he said, he would learn the process of becoming a Beast, that depended on Typhon surviving enough for him to do so. "Now then... Are you still alive?"

Baal mutters were answered by a gigantic hand exiting the still-active explosion. As soon as that happened, a whip-like arm also exited the dome of light before moving at great speed in a striking motion.

He could only widen his eyes before being slammed by a powerful force. The Storm God flew like a shooting star into the distant horizon.

It took a few seconds, but he was finally able to stabilize himself enough to avoid keep spinning in mid-air and a few seconds more to come to a halt. His eyes were shadowed, clearly reflecting that he was not amused by what happened.

Following the emerging of Typhon's arms came the rest of his body, and it was then that Baal's eyes narrowed in puzzlement.

What stood before him made no sense at all. His foe's body size had increased dramatically, something that should not have been possible in the short span of his attack and the impact.

"I see... So someone WAS here." It didn't take long for him to realize the incongruencies in the situation. The monster in front of him was definitely stronger than before. The only reason he didn't reach the peak of his former strength was that the World simply didn't allow his kind to roam the 'surface' anymore. However, to get to the point he was now, he had to get external help. Otherwise, it would have taken a long time for him to regain his power.

A flap of Typhon's feathery wings brought Baal's attention back to his opponent. With that simple movement, he had dispersed the aftermath of his previous attack, with the addition of creating powerful winds nearing the level of a hurricane. The earlier blow had thrown him a good distance away, so he didn't feel the effects, but Poseidon and the awakening Leviathan were a different matter altogether.

His full body was now in view, allowing Baal to notice how his body had quadrupled in height. To make a comparison with Poseidon, who could already be considered a giant, it was like a dog in front of a giraffe. Additionally, he was no longer covered in that shadow-like miasma, revealing his purple snake-like tail in addition to his remaining green arm surrounded by fish scales. His wounds seemed to have fully healed as well.

"This is it...! How long has it been?!" Typhon shouted to no one in particular. He sounded excited, obvious by his huge grin. He then looked at his enemy, and his grin became even wider. The large distance between them didn't prevent him from seeing the bruises on his body after the surprise attack he did previously.

"..." Baal in the distance didn't reply to him, but he didn't need the Storm God to do so, just his expression was enough. Now it was when his counterattack truly began.

A Magic Circle appeared in front of his face before being surrounded by many more in quick succession. Without delay and not leaving a chance for Baal to retaliate, he shot a beam from his mouth, which greatly increased in width after passing through the aforementioned Magical Circle.

Typhon's attack was extremely swift. However, instead of heading in Baal's direction, it actually went toward the floating island, splitting it in two instantly. As if that wasn't enough, the split parts started detonating like a minefield.

Intentionally — or unintentionally — that attack had missed the Golden Hind where Fou was. Even so, that didn't change the fate of the giant rock the Chaldeans were in. Without the support from the center island, it was also doomed to fall.

Baal plummeted from the skies as if he had received a heart attack out of nowhere. Typhon, who was seeing this, was extremely pleased. The feeling of superiority he had right now couldn't be described with words.

The plan was simple, as long as he could destroy the island completely without leaving time for his opponent to regenerate, then it was his victory.

With Baal's death, Poseidon was also starting to fade away, so Typhon didn't bother with him. Instead, he focused his gaze on the last pesky obstacle.

"For someone weak like you, you have caused me enough troubles." Typhon addressed the injured Leviathan with disdain. The monster, however, just ignored him. Her gaze was directed at the direction Baal fell on with a worried gaze. Her damn ticket out of this place had just kicked the bucket!

To make matters worse, she had to fastly swim amidst the falling debris and catch the falling ship with her jaws lest the ones on it would die as well from the rough landing. It also worked as small leverage to prevent Typhon from attacking since he supposedly wanted more power by absorbing the little Goddess.

What she didn't know was that Typhon didn't need Stheno anymore now that he was finally an existence close to his former strength. Eating his daughter would be nothing more than a small delicacy to fill an already full stomach.

That was why he didn't have any problem with attacking her right now, something he obviously did.

Opening his mouth, he released a fiery torrent of flames in her direction. No matter if it was in regards to width, height, heat, or overall damage capabilities, its power was in a different league compared to before.

The Leviathan was evidently surprised by his actions. Nevertheless, she was also quick-witted. She mimicked Typhon's actions, but instead of flames, she released water.

The scales of their attacks had no comparison. It was obvious that the son of Tartarus held the advantage even before the attacks collided. Previously, the Leviathan couldn't compete with Typhon in terms of power, and now it wouldn't be the exception. More so when she was injured.

And sure enough, when the two attacks collided, hers was suppressed and overcome almost instantly. If she didn't have her mouth open to keep the stream going, she would surely be gritting her sharp teeth.

Just when the attack was about to hit her, she received unexpected help in the form of a blue barrier in front of her. Casting a sideways glance, she noticed the fading Poseidon with his arm extended in front of him, signaling him as the author of the defense.

Yet, much to her dismay, the barrier showed signs of breaking. It was evident that it would not be enough to withstand Typhon's assault for much longer, and it seemed the monster knew it as the intensity of the flames suddenly intensified.

However, even the King of Monsters wasn't prepared for what happened next. He suddenly felt someone gripping the tip of his tail. Looking back while still maintaining his attack, Baal was standing there, clutching it tightly with both hands. He wasn't even bothering with concealing his rage under a cold demeanor now. He had an additional arm, bringing the count to four. While the lower ones were wielding the two spears, the upper ones were grabbing the gigantic monster.

His veins bulged, and with monstrous strength, he lifted Typhon off the ocean surface, interrupting his attack in the process.

'How is he still alive?! Wait... That damn Demi-God!' He was definitely surprised about seeing him alive and well, yet he quickly figured the reason why. Baal had previously captured Herakles. Then it wouldn't be surprising for him to possess the annoying resurrection ability the son of Zeus had.

Unfortunately, his thoughts were cut short when Baal slammed him against the ocean surface. With his size and the speed that his foe hurled him with, it was no different than hitting cold, hard stone.

It didn't end there as Baal once again lifted him up and repeated the previous process of slamming him one more time. He did so again and again, each time with greater strength to vent his anger on the damn reptile.

Only when he felt that it was enough did he throw the monster upward.

Fire and lightning then converged in Baal's free hands, and with a spin of his figure, a tornado composed of those two elements shot out into the sky.

The attack quickly engulfed Typhon and penetrated the clouds above. It also seemed to be absorbing them with its spinning force, allowing for others to see the light of the morning sun rising above the Earth.

Baal's assault continued for a few minutes before he finally dispersed the tornado. There was no point in keeping it eternally as he had to know his enemy's condition.

With nothing to support him in the air anymore, Typhon fell like a meteor, crashing soon into the ocean water and creating an enormous splash in the process.

However, Baal didn't seem happy. Instead, he was frowning. For, after all, he had noticed no wounds on Typhon's body as he was descending. While it was certain he did not use his full strength, he used no small amount either. Even if there was a small cut, it would be okay. But there was no such thing.

The pieces of the floating island were slowly coming together into the sky once again, and Poseidon's disappearance had stopped, so he could focus his whole attention on his submerged enemy. As the Golden Hind was protected by the Leviathan, it didn't go up with the bigger rocks.

'This is weird... There must be something I am not seeing...' Baal's pondering did not last long as Typhon quickly emerged again. Different from before where he would get angry after the Storm God's attacks, he was actually gloating now.

"What happened? Weren't you going to teach me a lesson? Your puny attack didn't hurt at all!" He was definitely trying to pay Baal back for all the humiliations he suffered previously.

"I don't know why, but my desire to see you turned to crips had increased a great deal." Baal was not trying to respond sarcastically. He indeed had such a feeling. Like Typhon had done something unforgivable.

A maniacal grin, similar to those the Canaanite God had shown him manifested in Typhon's face. "Try all you want but you will not succeed. Not only I am way stronger than before, but I also possess the power of the mightiest Demon God at my disposal!"

A flash of understanding passed through Baal's eyes. "So that was the feeling of repulsive familiarity I got from you. You have the gals to show that pale imitation in front of me." The slight twitch in his arms' muscles told already enough of how much he wanted to destroy the parasite before him.

"Scream and complain all that you want. I have obtained the Skill which will be your greatest nemesis, Nega-Divine! No matter what you do, as long as you hold traces of Divinity, I will not be harmed in any way!" A mocking laugh ensued after his declaration. The feeling of old power was so addicting, and making a powerful God nothing more than a man with a dull blade was even more so!

"So that's why you were not harmed earlier. What? Do you think that will be enough to beat me? That borrowed power must have gotten into your head." To be taken lightly by the parasite was more insulting than his words. The only good thing was that the dumb idiot disclosed critical information. 'Nega Skill, huh... I suddenly want one...'

"Stop your false bravado! I know very well what Seth's Authority over Trickery can do! However, your Divinity is not high enough to make it erase the fact that you are a God! In the end, you can only wallow in despair as I trample beneath my feet as I did with those Greek Gods!"