Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

At that moment, Typhon's chaotic mind seemed to grasp something. It was a trap, and he was the beast caught in the net.

"Surrender, Typhon, it's all over now,"

Standing high in the heavens, Zeus had no idea where the gods who had fled from Mount Olympus were now, but he believed they were likely all watching the outcome of this battle.

"Swear loyalty to me, the progenitor of demons—I can be lenient with you,"

Roar—!

"Zeus!"

With a mighty roar, without a hint of hesitation, a savage force was unleashed from Typhon the moment he saw Zeus.

What of schemes and tricks, what of traps, what of the Fruit of One Day and fate? Could any of that hold a place in his eyes? If so, he would not have come to the surface of the earth but would have obediently stayed underground, heeding Gaia's teachings, waiting for the so-called 'helpers', waiting for the right 'moment'.

Now, the old creature had disappeared somewhere unknown, and the whole world seemed to be against him, but he would not fear or hesitate. He was the Demon God of Destruction, the frenzied monster, and no matter what stood in his way, he had to overcome it first!

Boom—

A storm that reached from the sky to the earth erupted, charging recklessly towards the Divine King, followed by Typhon's earth-shaking roar.

"Zeus...come!"

"To kill you, or to be killed by you, there has never been a third option between us!"

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Not far from Mount Olympus, in an unnamed valley.

With a gentle chant, the goddess resembling a young girl awakened from her confusion.

Everything was as it had been when she left, as if she had merely blinked. But Athena knew that something unknown had definitely changed just now.

If it were any other deity, they might really believe it was only an illusion or a momentary lapse, given how lofty the power of the world is, to the extent that even if gods were to take a round trip to the Hemenu World, they would be none the wiser. But there are always exceptions, and without a doubt, Athena and Apollo were those two exceptions.

There's no need to mention the latter, for at this moment, the God of Light, who was similarly returned to his realm, had crashed to the ground, enduring pain that reached the depths of his consciousness and the wounds of being torn from his Origin.

Ra's tearing was not merely a physical pull—amid the collision and clashing of two worlds, the actions of a supreme deity from a Foreign Realm directly tore away some of his most fundamental powers.

At this moment, Apollo didn't even have the strength to transform back into a human; he maintained the form of a bald eagle without wings. One moment he had been soaring in the sky, and the next, he had suffered such a heavy blow. Apollo didn't understand what had happened, but he had to endure the consequences of this sudden calamity.

As for the former...at present, Athena felt as though she had been dreaming, and something that had been weighing on her heart since birth had vanished. The sense of relief that came from her soul filled her with joy, prompting an involuntary smile on her face.

However, the dream didn't end there. In that bizarre and fantastic dreamscape, she vaguely remembered a blazing light approaching her. The light was so intense, as if it sought to incinerate her, but all that danger was firmly blocked by a figure standing outside.

"So, was this a premonitory dream?"

Her gaze shifting, Athena seemed lost in thought. However, the next moment, a loud noise from the outside world interrupted her musing.

Boom—

The disturbance came from the north. When her thoughts were interrupted, Athena turned around abruptly.

Her gaze crossed Olympus and looked towards the direction of the loud noise. In the north of the continent, black wind and thunder were colliding, the grand battle between the Divine King and the progenitor of monsters raged on.

It was as if her escape from Olympus had been but an illusion; Zeus had never been strung up on Typhon's bones and dragged like a dead dog to the top of the Mountain of the Gods.

"Has time become distorted... Perhaps I should take a look,"

"And the Sun... If it really was a premonitory dream, what does that signify?"

The sun in Athena's dream felt different from the one she had known before, but dreams and reality are inherently distinct, and Prophecies aren't so straightforward.

Thus, after hesitating for a moment, Athena chose to approach the battleground of the Divine King, but she shifted her course to be a little closer to the star-studded sky.

If it indeed was a premonitory dream, then everything in the dream should hold some significance. She would not encounter any danger; the one who truly faced harm was someone else. In this view, perhaps the change in the sun was a blessing rather than a curse for her.

...

"Roar—!"

Claws swinging, rage and unwillingness surged in Typhon's heart. Bearing the brunt of the thunderous sky, just like the last time, the King of All Monsters charged forth regardless of his own injuries.

Compared to before, Zeus, who held Thunder, seemed a tad stronger, but for Zeus at this moment, the once-proud Divine Artifact had lost much of its crucial significance. As for his opponent, Typhon, he cared not a whit for such a change; he simply opened his gaping maw and lunged at the Divine King.

Tear—

The sound of flesh being ripped apart, of skin breaking, but what followed was an excruciating pain.

Typhon watched, shocked and angry, as one of his heads was severed. Although the flesh on his neck was regenerating and a new head would grow back before long, this was still inconceivable.

He should have easily achieved victory, he could have torn Zeus to pieces once more... Confusion and anger raged in his chest, and Typhon felt uncontrollable fury.