Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The black storm once again swept over the Mortal Realm, tracing its path southward.

From west to east, from north to south, the sky-darkening black wind tore apart everything in its path. In no time at all, Typhon had arrived at the ranges of Mount Corycian. However, it didn't find Zeus there; only an empty cave greeted it, as if mocking its arrogance.

After a roar of anger, Typhon sank the mountain range, turning it into plains and inland lakes, along with tunnels that led straight to the underworld; the furious King of All Monsters scoured heaven and earth, trying to find traces of Zeus.

It stirred up the waters, destroying Poseidon's palace that was built in the deep sea, casually slaughtering countless marine creatures, and permanently shaking the seabed; it surveyed the earth from the skies, annihilating every life it saw, numerous mountains vanished into nothingness, cracks proliferated across the land; it climbed onto Olympus once more, nearly toppling the entire Mount of the Gods, yet it still failed to find any trace of Zeus.

It was faster than the gods, even the swiftest among the deities couldn't match a fraction of Typhon's speed, with its dragon wings. But a day had passed quickly, and it still hadn't found Zeus, not even any other True God.

The Divine King was not found, but the sense of repulsion from the cosmos was growing stronger. This was due to the nature of Typhon's power, as well as its actions against the natural order. As it wreaked unrestrained destruction in the material world, this feeling of repulsion kept mounting on it, even starting to spread horizontally across the world.

Laws tentatively stirred, flowing toward a tighter configuration. The last time there was a similar change was at the turn of an era... The great war between the Primordial Deities shook the foundations of the present world, which eventually led to the enforcement of laws that shrouded the world, but it was ultimately not so harsh, as it was a tentative probe.

It constrained the gods but was not strict; it established standards for punishment, but the Primordial Gods were barely affected by it. This time, however, Typhon's actions seemed to once again provoke the bottom line of the laws, and the guilt of its previous attempts with Gaia to shake the pillars of heaven was compounded onto it—after all, Typhon was indeed a child of Mother Earth.

And so, as time moved on, night rose and fell, laws subtly shifted. At the last moment of this day, Typhon, enraged but without a target for its fury, rode the black wind back to Mount Nysa.

At the peak of the high mountain, Atropos was still there alone, sitting amid the shattered rocks. Only now, she held a pair of scissors in her hands, endlessly cutting at the unseen with her wrinkled and spotted arms.

Swish—

With a flap of its wings, enveloped in the black wind, the King of All Monsters came to Mount Nysa for the second time.

"What are you doing, old one, where have you hidden Zeus?"

The furious Typhon violently grasped Atropos in its palm, the black flames in its eyes incessantly scorching her. A burnt smell wafted from the body of the Fate, but before the Demon King, facing this sudden turn of events, she just calmly stared at the hundred-headed monster, seemingly unfazed by pain. Continue your journey with empire

Or perhaps, to prevent the future abode from turning to ashes, Atropos had deliberately stayed here.

"It's pointless, Typhon, you have already lost... You can't kill me, you can't even make me feel pain."

"Did you know? The pain of the flesh is far less than that of the spirit, and the torment to my body from your actions is far less severe than the disturbance in the destiny your very existence brings to this world. This backlash keeps me sleepless through the night, but the destruction of my body will not."

"Perhaps destroying it will even allow me to have a good sleep," Atropos said faintly, her pale eyes rolling back: "Since my birth, I've never experienced what sleep feels like."

"So you deceived me!" Typhon roared with its dragon head, the voices of its hundreds of heads mingling: "You lied to me, you have no way to kill a deity—you deceived me, I will make your life a living hell!"

"I may not have been honest about the origin of the Fruit of One Day, Typhon, but its effect is real. If I had hidden its effect from you, it would have been ineffective even if you had eaten it."

Atropos's colorless, pale eyes stared unblinkingly at Typhon as she calmly said:

"You missed your chance, you weren't even willing to eat another Fruit of One Day after seeing Zeus. You had the chance to defeat him, if you had been careful, cautious, wise—but that is not in your nature, you are inherently incapable of it. Give up, Typhon, everything has already been destined, surrender to the Divine King, that is your best—"

Bang—

The last part of her sentence was cut off; Typhon pressed Atropos's head into her chest. The deity's tenacious vitality still sustained the Fate's life force, Typhon knew it could not kill her, but it no longer wanted to listen to the old thing's nonsense.

It wasn't just because of the irritation that came from deep within, but also because of the changes happening in the distance. Its ninety-nine heads turned southward, where a familiar aura suddenly rose—at the location of Olympus, the place it had searched over and over but never found any results.

Unbeknownst to it, the figure that had been defeated by it once was riding the storm, the Divine King dressed in armor cut through his previous sorry state, wielding a Divine Artifact, pointing north. The clouds parted before him, Zeus' majestic and solemn demeanor in full display.