The war started - chapter 53
Mount Olympus had never seen an army like this.
Across its shining terraces and marble plateaus stood warriors from seven dimensions, banners of countless realms fluttering in the divine wind. Gods, heroes, monsters, and beings older than time gathered beneath the command of one figure.
Abyss.
He stood near the summit beside Arthur, Harbinger of Light and Creation. Below them, generals from every allied realm had taken their positions. Even the Olympian gods had joined the council.
Ares.
Athena.
Iris.
And Poseidon.
Though Poseidon had refused the title of general.
"I will not kneel as a subordinate," Poseidon declared loudly. "I came here as a king, not a soldier."
Abyss didn't even turn around.
"Then stop talking," he said calmly.
The mountain fell silent.
Poseidon's jaw tightened.
"Pick up your pride," Abyss continued coldly. "You're not a Harbinger."
The words struck harder than any weapon.
Poseidon said nothing more.
But inside, his pride burned.
He would prove those words wrong.
Across the battlefield, another mountain rose like a dark mirror.
Mount Othrys.
There, Kronos watched the opposing army from a throne he had specially brought for this moment. The Titan King sat comfortably, smiling with quiet arrogance.
Beside him stood Marmon and Mira.
Behind them gathered the forces of darkness, titans, monsters, damned souls, and armies from countless corrupted realms.
The tension between the two mountains was suffocating.
Finally, Abyss made the first move.
A golden streak crossed the sky.
Hermes landed lightly before Kronos.
"Grandfather," he said casually, "Abyss proposes a traditional opening duel."
Kronos raised an eyebrow.
"The best warrior of each side."
Kronos chuckled.
"Tell him we accept."
Hermes tilted his head.
"No need."
He tapped his temple.
"I already got the reply."
Kronos leaned forward slightly.
"And?"
Hermes grinned.
"Abyss will fight personally."
For the first time, Kronos laughed loudly.
"The king fights first? Interesting."
He turned toward his army.
"Who among you will face him?"
Silence.
Even the harbingers hesitated.
Oblivion stepped forward slowly.
But Kronos raised a hand.
"No."
He looked at Hermes again.
"Tell Abyss to send someone else."
Moments later Hermes received the answer mentally.
Abyss had chosen.
Poseidon.
Kronos smiled wider.
"Then Oceanus will answer."
Soon the battlefield cleared.
Two ancient gods walked forward.
Poseidon.
Oceanus.
The Titan of Freshwater stood tall, long beard flowing like a river. From his head grew crown-like horns shaped like crab legs, and below his waist stretched a massive serpentine fish tail.
His weapon appeared in his hands.
A massive sword shaped like a sea serpent.
Oceanus had never fought in the Titanomachy.
He had remained neutral.
But today, neutrality ended.
The waters of the battlefield surged around them.
Poseidon moved first.
He slammed his trident upward.
A roaring typhoon of water spiraled into existence and crashed toward Oceanus.
Oceanus raised his sword.
The surrounding waters rose to protect him.
The two gods clashed.
Wave after wave.
Strike after strike.
The ocean itself seemed to split.
But the difference slowly became clear.
Oceanus was powerful.
Yet Poseidon was a warrior.
The god of the seas had fought wars for centuries.
Oceanus had not.
Poseidon pressed the advantage.
The war had begun.
But the true battle started above.
Arthur had been waiting.
The Harbinger of Light finally raised his hand.
A beam of impossible radiance erupted from the heavens and shot directly toward Kronos.
Reality itself bent around the light.
Yet before it could reach the Titan King-
Darkness swallowed it.
Marmon stepped forward.
The Harbinger of Terror unleashed a massive storm of shadow that clashed against Arthur's divine light.
Creation versus Fear.
Light tried to regenerate endlessly.
Darkness tried to devour it.
The sky trembled.
Then-
BOOM.
The two forces exploded in a massive eclipse.
Both armies roared.
Morale surged across the battlefield.
The war had truly begun.
Abyss watched everything calmly from Olympus.
Then he gave the command.
"Begin the dimensional clash."
Instantly the Harbingers beside him acted.
Across the battlefield, portals of entire dimensions tore open.
Realms of monsters.
Realms of heroes.
Realms of nightmares.
And realms of life
The armies of creation and destruction began to pour into reality.
The War of Dimensions had officially begun
5 branches of reality each containing 2 dimensions and yeah that's the role of kytrhone to sustain it
Mount Olympus had become a graveyard.
Not of corpses-but of courage.
Warriors from Kronos' army had tried to climb the sacred mountain again and again. Titans, monsters, soldiers from distant realms, even lesser gods.
None succeeded.
Because Abyss was waiting.
Every challenger that approached him met the same fate.
Some never even reached him before collapsing under the pressure of his presence. Others charged bravely, only to be thrown down the mountain in a single blow.
A few tried something else.
They begged.
"Please! I surrender!" one warrior cried, dropping his weapon. "Let me join your side!"
Another followed.
"You're the stronger one! I can serve you!"
Abyss didn't even look at them.
To him, they were insects.
Then the last figure appeared.
Oblivion.
The Harbinger of Death stepped onto the battlefield calmly, his presence chilling the air around Olympus.
The begging soldier turned toward him.
"Help-"
The man dissolved instantly into dust.
Oblivion walked forward slowly.
"Always the same," he said quietly.
"The strong end the weak. Yet they never wait to find their equal."
Abyss finally turned his head.
"Where exactly is my equal?" he asked.
Oblivion nodded.
"Perhaps... here."
Then they clashed.
The impact shook Olympus.
Oblivion released his death aura, the power that erased life itself.
It spread like a black tide across the battlefield.
And then-
Nothing happened.
Oblivion froze.
His aura was dissolving before it even reached Abyss.
Impossible.
He activated his Harbinger Eyes, forcing himself to see the truth.
The death aura simply... disappeared.
It refused to touch Abyss.
As if death itself feared him.
Oblivion's expression darkened.
"So that's how it is..."
If death could not kill him...
Then he would need to physically defeat him.
But how?
Abyss was enormous. Powerful beyond reason. A living war engine.
Oblivion studied him carefully.
Then something clicked.
He smiled.
"Now that I think about it..." he said calmly.
"Your end hasn't been decided yet."
Before Abyss could react-
Oblivion vanished.
Elsewhere on the battlefield...
Arthur and Marmon were still fighting.
The battlefield between them had turned into a wasteland of light and shadow.
Arthur's creation light clashed endlessly against Marmon's terror darkness.
But both were exhausted.
Their powers flickered.
Their movements slowed.
That's when Oblivion arrived.
"Perfect timing," he said softly.
Before either of them could react-
Oblivion raised his hand.
The sky cracked open.
A Dimensional Clash began.
Reality split.
The battlefield divided into two worlds.
One half became Atherome.
The radiant dimension of heaven and pure light, filled with advanced cities, floating structures, and civilizations shining with divine brilliance.
The other half became Oblivion's realm.
A dimension of death.
Yet not the empty wasteland Arthur expected.
Instead, Arthur saw something shocking.
Civilizations.
Massive cities of the dead.
Advanced societies built from the remains of fallen worlds.
Ghosts, spirits, and strange lifeforms living in eerie harmony.
Arthur stared.
"...This is your dimension?"
Oblivion stepped forward calmly.
"Yes."
"Death isn't just an end."
"It's a world of its own."
Arthur raised his light blade slowly.
Then the Harbinger of Creation smiled.
"Good."
"Then let's see which world survives."
But somewhere in the dimension clash between marmon dimension and Zeus
The battlefield itself was a warped mirror of realities. To the east, the Sky Kingdom stretched infinitely, its clouds glowing with iridescent gold and pale blue light. Aetherical structures floated in the breeze, flares of energy marking angelic forms ready for combat. To the west, the Gluttony Estate sprawled like a poisoned jewel, streets slick with decay, golden haze masking the putrid stench of overindulgence. Between the two, the air crackled, a thin membrane of unstable dimensional energy where light and rot collided.
Leo's fists glowed faintly, his muscles coiled and ready, as Electrical, the robot, hummed with kinetic energy beside him. Together they advanced, a coordinated force of light and precision, weaving around the twisted streets and spires of the estate.
"Protect Jay at all costs," Leo muttered, eyes scanning the corrupted crowd.
A ripple of motion warned them-Voren, the goblin king, emerged first. His massive bulk shimmered with unnatural luck, the local legend of Hell's hierarchy, while Mark, the demon lord, stepped up beside him, shadows curling like living smoke. The estate itself seemed to lean toward them, as if the ground approved of its rulers.
Electrical leapt, grappling with Voren, sparks flying as the robot's magnetic arms clamped around the goblin king's limbs. Voren's luck flared, tossing both attacker and machine off balance, but Electrical adjusted midair, his systems calculating angles and force with superhuman speed.
Meanwhile, Leo faced Mark, the demon lord, whose wings stretched wide, ebony feathers bristling with dark energy. Leo's new powers-the daskin God of Lions and Infernal Fatality-coiled within him, igniting his aura like molten gold around rippling black tendrils. He lunged, claws extended, aiming for Mark's shadowy heart.
Mark's smirk widened. "The little lion thinks it can devour me?"
His voice carried a lethal calm, shadows whipping out like living whips. Leo met each lash with counterstrikes, his aura deflecting, absorbing some of the energy, radiating raw ferocity that shook the dimensional barrier.
The clash grew worse as the Gluttony Estate warped further, reacting to the tension. Buildings split, streets turned upside down, fountains spewed molten wine and ichor, and Leviathan-sleeping atop a nearby spire-unfurled, wings blurring into the sky. Its massive body cut across the horizon, a living shadow that dwarfed even Mark.
Leo's roar pierced the estate, a mix of human defiance and divine power. Shadows met his light in a violent dance. He unleashed the Infernal Fatality, a strike that blurred the line between the physical and metaphysical, claws glowing gold-black, slashing through Mark's wings. The demon lord staggered, but his regenerative curses made him grin through the pain.
Electrical, meanwhile, wrestled Voren to the edge of a collapsing terrace. Sparks flew, Voren's luck flaring wildly. He managed a desperate punch, cracking part of Electrical's plating-but the robot adjusted, flipping Voren into the air, his bulk smashing into a candy-colored tower of Gluttony Estate's twisted architecture.
Leviathan's roar echoed, shaking the battlefield further. The air between the Sky Kingdom and Gluttony Estate sizzled, small tears in reality forming as light and rot collided. Every step Leo took scorched shadows and ignited air currents, his powers warping the very physics of the estate.
Mark rose again, wings tearing open the sky. "You can't hold this dimension! I am the darkness of Hell incarnate!"said as if he's Lucifer their 2 ranks above the dude
Leo's eyes burned gold. "Then I'll become the hunter of your darkness!"
With a single bound, Leo leapt, aura flaring, claws slicing the air. The collision of infernal darkness and divine light shattered streets, sending molten gold and shadowed debris into the sky.
Voren, watching Electrical still trying to hold him, let out a roar of frustration. "You think mortals can touch gods?"
Electrical's systems whirred. "I am not mortal I am a robot."
The clash of powers-the human, the robot, and the hellish overlords-sent tremors across both dimensions. Above, the Sky Kingdom glowed in encouragement, as if even the aetherial soldiers watched from above. Below, Gluttony Estate groaned, twisted in pain and pride alike.
Leo's mind sharpened. The trial of Hercules, the new daskin powers-they weren't just strength. They were purpose. And right now, he knew the only way to protect Jay and hold the front was to push further, strike first, and show that even the greatest sinners could fall to courage and fire.
The world itself seemed to hold its breath.