26 A War Against Time...

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Kronos, the Titan of time, exuded a radiant golden aura as he stood at the center of the throne room. As he moved, the fabric of time around him seemed to warp and twist, filling the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. His scythe, a formidable weapon that could cut through anything, glinted with a mix of gold and black energy while his shield and armor pulsed with the same otherworldly power. The temperature around him dropped drastically, causing frost on the room's walls and floor. Despite the cold, Kronos remained unfazed, his eyes fixed on the task at hand.

As their father's overwhelming aura spread across the room, the Big Three were compelled to unleash their Divine forms for the first time. The sheer magnitude of their power resulted in an explosive shockwave that shattered the ground beneath them and caused the ice to melt in response to their intense energy. The display was a truly awe-inspiring sight to behold.

As the God of the sea, Poseidon's body began to shimmer with a bright, iridescent sea-green light that seemed to emanate from within. He was soon engulfed by a swirling mass of water that seemed to be summoned by his immense power. The small storms created by his energy battered his form, and his once-black hair transformed into a shimmering mass of seafoam that seemed to flow and move with its own will. His eyes, now glowing with powerful energy, became swirling whirlpools that seemed to draw in everything around them. As Poseidon's power peaked, the ground shook beneath his feet, and the full manifestation of the sea's divine power was revealed in all its glory.

His once imposing figure appeared gaunt as Hades emerged like he had been starved of life. His hair gave off wisps of smoke, and his eyes glowed with a fierce purple flame as if they were windows into the inferno of the Underworld. He was shrouded in a cloak of shadows, which seemed to writhe and pulse with a life of its own as if trying to break free from his grasp. Magma flowed from his wounds, causing the earth beneath him to bubble and boil. As he stood there, precious stones began to form around him, like a crown of thorns. The air around him grew thick with a sense of terror as if the very essence of the Underworld was taking its toll on Gaea.

As Zeus' body began to surge with electricity, a spectacular golden aura radiated from his skin. His once-dark hair transformed into a mass of white, billowy clouds, and his eyes sparked with lightning bolts. His already commanding presence grew even more formidable, and clouds crackled with thunder in the sky above him. The divine energy of the heavens was once again unleashed upon the world.

As soon as the gods had transformed into their new shapes, they wasted no time and launched a sudden attack on their father without even taking a moment to appreciate their altered forms.

As the four powerful immortals engaged in their fierce battle, the sheer force of their clashes shook the foundations of all that existed. With each encounter of their symbols of power, the fabric of reality would warp and twist, revealing the infinite and boundless expanse of Khaos that lay beneath it all. The spectacle was awe-inspiring and terrifying, as the essence of creation seemed to hang in the balance with every passing moment.

However, despite their numerical advantage, the Gods could not use it to overpower their father, as his ability to manipulate the concept of time and experience made ending the fight quickly an impossibility.

With his cursed scythe in hand, Kronos appeared omnipresent, as if he were in multiple places simultaneously. He brandished his weapon dangerously close to his sons but always managed to avoid contact with them, causing them to recoil in fear. Despite their best efforts to use their unique abilities, such as Hades' hellfire or Poseidon's waters, none of the attacks could harm the Titan King. Kronos stood his ground and withstood most of their assaults, relishing his godly strength and power.

The furious gods were trying to defeat Kronos, but their efforts were in vain. Even Zeus, the mighty God of thunder, could not land a decisive blow on his father. Whenever he hurled his lightning bolts, Kronos would either move out of the way at the last moment or disappear altogether. The lightning would often freeze in mid-air as if time had stopped or graze the spot where Kronos had just been. The gods grew increasingly frustrated with their lack of progress, and their determination to defeat Kronos only strengthened.

Kronos was a cunning and strategic mastermind who could manipulate situations to his advantage. He skillfully exploited his son's weaknesses and frustrations, leading to them making mistakes. Kronos patiently waited for the right moment to strike, and when the opportunity arose, he did not hesitate to act upon it. He outmaneuvered Poseidon with incredible speed and agility, causing the God of the Sea to overextend his trident. This move caught both Zeus and Hades off guard, and they could not react in time. The result was catastrophic, as Poseidon was blasted through the throne of Iapetus, leaving behind a trail of destruction in his wake.

In anger caused by his brother's injury, Zeus summoned all his might and aimed his lightning bolt at Kronos again. However, before he could unleash it, a powerful surge of divine energy surged through the air and struck him, sending him crashing to the ground. The force of the impact was so great that he was left dazed and disoriented, struggling to regain his composure.

As he stood alone, Hades braced himself to face his father, Kronos, knowing the daunting task ahead well. The mere thought of confronting his father sent shivers down his spine. But he had no choice. He had to stand his ground. Kronos launched a relentless attack on Hades with lightning speed, discarding his earlier defensive approach. Yet, Hades remained steadfast, never once backing down. He met every strike with precision and skill, his bident flashing in the darkness as he deflected each blow. Despite his overwhelming danger, Hades remained calm and composed, determined to emerge victorious from this fierce battle.

With his brothers recovering, Hades saw an opportunity for victory. He drew upon every ounce of skill and experience he had gained during the Titanomachy and launched his attack. Hades wielded his powerful bident to protect himself from the Titan king's strikes and deal damage whenever possible. The battle raged as Hades fought with all his might, determined to emerge victorious.

As fate would have it, Hades found himself locked in a battle against the formidable Kronos. However, his brothers, Poseidon and Zeus, came to his aid just in time, fully recovered from their previous struggles. Utilizing their godly strength, they joined forces with Hades to take down their adversary. Hades had been employing evasive tactics to make some progress, and with the added might of his brothers, they were able to strike at Kronos with a divine power that shook the very foundation of the earth.

After a prolonged battle, the divine beings witnessed a moment of triumph as Poseidon, initially pushed back from the fight, finally seized the opportunity to strike Kronos in the thigh with his formidable trident. The Gods' patience and perseverance had finally paid off, and the blow dealt by Poseidon marked a crucial turning point in the conflict.

As Kronos was momentarily taken aback by his injury, Hades acted swiftly and impaled his bident through the back of Kronos's knee, causing the formidable Titan to crash down onto the floor of the grand throne room, where he remained trapped and immobilized.

In a desperate attempt to stop Kronos, Zeus called upon all his strength and channeled it into his lightning bolt. The sky crackled with energy as he summoned the largest bolt of lightning ever seen, and with precision, he brought it crashing down upon Kronos's motionless body. The sheer force of the impact shook the earth beneath their feet and left a blinding flash of light that illuminated the entire battlefield.

As the blinding light dissipated and the thick smoke lifted, the behemoth mass of Mount Othrys was reduced to mere ruins, its once towering peak now reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory, with only slightly more than half of the mountain's original height left standing.

The Big Three remained completely unscathed despite the powerful lightning bolt that struck them. However, their father, who had been wearing armor, was not so fortunate. The intense heat of the lightning had caused the armor to melt and fuse with his skin, leaving him in a critical and near-death state...