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On the western side of the domain that Kronos ruled over—across the earth and the wider cosmos—Themis waited for the command to attack.
She was not entirely alone.
Beside her stood Bia, Zelus, and Demeter, along with five other major gods, assembled to ensure that their operation would succeed.
After all, Themis was not attacking a mere Titan.
Like Rhea was tasked with confronting one of the four generals of Kronos, Coues.
Her attack could not be simple.
They needed to make sure that nothing seemed suspicious.
Thus, Themis would make a bold move: she would attack one of the Twelve Titans, who is also one of the Four generals, Iapetus the titan of mortality openly, making it appear that this was the main offensive.
Combined with Rhea's one assault, it would seem as though the rebellion was attempting to eliminate one—or perhaps two—of the Four generals of Kronos and possibly keep them occupied so they attention is solely on them.
It was believable.
Even if Kronos himself were to suspect something, he would likely accept this as the rebels' plan.
Simple, perhaps—but practical, and strategically sound.
Themis believed that with Coeus removed—or at least occupied—Kronos, along with Atlas and the other major Titans, would be forced to redirect their forces.
That was why she had brought additional manpower: an army of two thousand deities and nine major gods present on this battlefield.
Rhea's front was slightly more heavily reinforced.
Their goal was not necessarily to win outright.
They only needed to hold.
Hold long enough for the others to capture one of the Twelve Great Titans—and if absolutely necessary, kill him—thereby tightening the noose around Kronos's forces.
Of course, if Themis or the others acting as decoys seized an opportunity to take down the enemies in front of them, they would do so immediately—killing them if necessary.
They knew that capturing such foes would likely be impossible.
They needed to hold the enemies occupied, yes, but from this point on, the other objective for them if it was possible was simple: eliminate the enemy whenever the chance presented itself, thinning the manpower on Kronos's side whenever possible.
Themis listened as Demeter spoke animatedly with the other major gods.
Meanwhile, she looked down at her sword, spinning it lightly in her hand as she waited.
'I want this to begin already,'
she thought.
At last, the crystal in her hand began to glow.
A projection formed—Metis.
"Attack now," Metis said firmly. "Rhea has already begun her fight against Coeus. You may proceed."
Before Themis could reply, the projection vanished.
She turned immediately to Demeter, Bia, Zelus, and the major gods beside her.
"You heard her. Get in formation. We move now."
Then she faced the army behind her—two thousand strong.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves! We are proceeding with the attack."
"Yes, ma'am!"
the soldiers responded in unison.
Without hesitation, Themis turned and took to the air, flying straight toward the enemy position.
"Follow me into battle,"
she commanded.
And so, Themis commence the assault against one of Kronos's four generals—Iapetus."
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On the southeastern edge of the domain ruled by Kronos, a man stood alone.
His skin was caramelized, slightly darker than Helios's.
His eyes were black—deep and wispy, like living shadows—and his hair was white, as if death itself had marked him.
His face carries a deathly charm and beauty.
He was tall, standing nearly 6,7 ft in height, cloaked in a long black mantle with a hood drawn low over his face.
This man was Thanatos, god of death, shadow, and silence.
He waited patiently for the moment and time to strike.
His target was Perses, the Titan of Destruction and one of the Twelve.
But this would not be a simple attack.
As the god of death, Thanatos could create avatars of himself—reapers formed from the essence of the death domain, tasked with escorting souls to the Underworld.
These avatars could also fight.
He could create thousands of them, though most were of a lesser rank.
Minor-god–level avatars were possible as well, but only in limited numbers.
At most, he believed he could create over five hundred—perhaps a thousand if he truly pushed himself.
He would find out soon enough.
This battle would be fought alone.
The plan had already been discussed and approved with Metis.
Thanatos would unleash his avatars first, using them to spread chaos and disorder throughout Perses's domain—where minor and lesser gods served under the Titan of Destruction.
He would remain hidden, waiting.
Waiting for Perses to appear.
And when he did, Thanatos would attempt to assassinate him—silently, decisively.
He knew the attempt might fail.
But he would try regardless.
"You won't know unless you try,"
he muttered to himself, a faint, cruel smile tugging at his lips.
"It's going to be a tiring day…"
Thanatos knew his own strength.
He believed he could contend with even the Great Titans—but he had never truly fought one before.
His existence had been spent largely in the Underworld, far from the lands where Kronos ruled.
His mother and father—primordial beings—had raised him, taught him, and warned him.
Especially about Kronos.
He had no illusions of challenging the Titan King himself.
Even his mother had cautioned him against recklessness—against confronting one of Kronos's four generals directly without care.
Thinking of her, Thanatos shook his head softly.
A faint smile crossed his lips.
Then the crystal at his side shimmered.
A projection formed.
And it was Aetherion who appeared
"No need to wait any longer."Aetherion said immediately, a light smile and faint humor in his voice. "You may proceed with the attack now, Thanatos,"
Thanatos looked at the projection and gave a slow nod.
"It shall be done."
The projection vanished.
Immediately, Thanatos raised his hand.
Shadows twisted and stretched as countless avatars emerged—identical to him in form, each cloaked and hooded so that no face could be seen.
Thousands of lesser avatars, accompanied by a handful of minor-god–level ones, filled the area.
"Attack,"
Thanatos commanded calmly.
At once, the avatars surged forward, flooding Perses's domain with death and disorder.
Thanatos himself melted into the shadows, silent and unseen.
"I'll make sure you taste it, Perses" he whispered softly. "At the very least… you will witness death in its truest form."
The forest seemed to respond.
Trees rustled, shadows stretched unnaturally, and the air itself carried the quiet chime of the god of death's presence as Thanatos vanished completely—moving unseen toward the battlefield his avatars had begun to drown in blood and silence.
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