We returned to Mount Ida, but it was no longer the refuge it once was.
Now it was a fortress of divine power.
Metis and Amalthea greeted us, their bellies, now even more taut and heavy, seeming to pulse in sync with the lightning coursing through my body.
“It’s time,” Metis said, handing me a sphere of pure energy we had been preparing for weeks.
It was the final catalyst so that my siblings, wherever they were, would feel the call.
“If we don’t attack now, Cronus will consolidate his throne forever.”
Without hesitation, I raised my hand to the sky.
I unleashed the most powerful lightning I had ever summoned, a blast of golden energy that pierced the clouds and split into three, seeking the locations of Poseidon and Hades, and a third that enveloped Mount Olympus in an endless storm.
The message was clear: The war had begun.
A few minutes later, the cave floor trembled.
Hades appeared through a breach in the shadows, his army of specters in tow, exuding an air of death that made even the stone walls shimmer.
Soon after, Poseidon burst in with a tide that flooded the entrance, his haughty gaze now tinged with a seriousness I had never seen in him before.
“You’ve taken your time, brother,” Poseidon said, driving his trident into the ground.
“And the darkness is ready to reclaim what is hers,” Hades added, his hollow voice echoing in everyone’s chest.
I looked at my sisters.
Hera raised the Mirror of Destiny.
The crystal’s surface began to glow, projecting an image of Cronus’s throne room.
There, the King of the Titans sat, but for the first time, his reflection looked old, weary, and—most importantly—vulnerable.
The Mirror was weakening his aura from afar.
“Hera, Hestia, Demeter,” I commanded, my voice heavy with authority.
“Your task is to flank him. Do not seek out Cronus yet. Destroy the pillars of his power on Olympus. Hestia, use the Flame to erase the loyalty of his guards. Demeter, make the mountain itself rise up against them. Hera, lead the way.”
“And you?” Poseidon asked.
“I will claim my birthright,” I replied, feeling my divine energy expand to cover every inch of the island.
“I will go straight for the King’s throat.”
We shot off Mount Ida like a meteor.
The sky turned black and gold.
Upon reaching the gates of Olympus, there were no warnings.
Poseidon summoned a wave that shattered the bronze walls, and Hades unleashed his dead, a tide of souls that overwhelmed the Titan guards in seconds.
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Cronos, seeing us, rose to his feet.
His fiery scythe burned with blinding fury, but I saw something in his eyes: fear.
He knew what we had done to him.
He knew his children had returned not as infants, but as gods forged from war and ambition.
“Zeus!” Cronos roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of Olympus.
“You little traitor! Do you think you can steal time from me?”
“I haven’t come to steal time from you, Father,” I said, enveloping myself in a storm of golden lightning that forced my siblings to shield their eyes.
“I’ve come to end your era.”
The first blow was a clash of energies that shattered the ground.
The air became unbreathable.
The war for the fate of the multiverse wasn’t just beginning; it was being forged in the fire of our hatred and ambition.
Cronus turned on me, but I was no longer that soldier who died in a senseless war.
I was the new order.
And while my sisters and brothers dismantled his empire outside, I stood there, face to face with my brothers’ executioner, ready to bury him in the past.