Sitting atop the sacred mountain, Cronus had finally exhausted the last remnants of the distorted 'patience' left by blood ties.
The successive betrayals of his children were like fangs biting back; the unexpected return of Hades and the loss of control over the Underworld were the most blatant provocations against his authority;
the seemingly unformed but growing rebellion of Zeus and Poseidon was like rotten bacteria growing right under his nose;
the final departure of the Queen-Goddess Rhea took from his heart the last illusory comfort of 'family';
Hyperion's radiance was no longer pure, the surrounding waters of Oceanus flowed with alienation, Koios fell silent, Koios's (the host) ambitions were exposed, Iapetus had fallen inexplicably, and even Themis and Mnemosyne chose to stand aside...
The great Titan gods, the brothers and sisters who had overthrown Uranus with him and shared the power of heaven and earth—none of them stood firmly by his side!
Loneliness was not emptiness, but a coldness pierced by countless eyes from all directions.
This coldness finally ignited the violence and madness accumulated over countless years in his heart.
Cronus stood atop Olympus, his majestic body radiating a terrifying divine power, as if he were one with the sacred mountain and yet could shatter it at any moment.
Those eyes that once held infinite time and space, the birth and death of stars, now held only pure madness, a desire to return everything to primordial chaos.
"Since betrayal is the only melody, then destruction is the final movement!"
His roar was no longer sound, but the collapse of time and space.
The God-King's power was pushed to its extreme by him, no longer manipulated, but... destruction!
Crack——!
In the sky, the sleeping Uranus let out a deafening, tearing sound.
It was not a crack, but like fragile glass, peeling off and being destroyed in large sections, revealing the void of Chaos blocked by the cosmos.
The earth, the body of the Mother Goddess Gaia who gives birth to all things, began to tremble violently and disintegrate.
Mountains were leveled by invisible forces, rivers poured into chasms of rupture, and forests and creatures instantly turned to dust.
This was not an earthquake, but the spacetime structure underlying 'being' itself being forcibly destroyed!
The spacetime structure between Uranus and Gaia, the framework supporting the world's existence, was being distorted and shattered in the most brutal way by its ruler—the God-King Cronus!
He wanted to completely destroy this world that had disappointed him and was full of betrayal, to recreate the chaos of heaven and earth!
"The Fates? Order? Hahaha! No more! Everything will return to the starting point, to be recreated by me, Cronus!"
He laughed wildly, and the spacetime divine power transformed into hundreds of millions of invisible razors, frantically cutting the warp and weft of the world, forcibly suppressing the instinctive striving for self-repair of time and space.
This mad act instantly shook the foundations of the entire world.
Even Hades, far away in the Underworld, could clearly feel the painful wails from the earth beneath his feet, from the origin of the earth, and the pervasive 'noise' of the falling laws of time and space.
The violent changes in heaven and earth first alarmed the gods living in the realm between them.
Aether, the god of space, and his sister/partner Hemera, the goddess of day, almost simultaneously erupted with majestic divine power.
Their instincts drove them to heal the wounds in the sky and dispel the surging chaotic phantoms.
However, just as their divine power was about to touch the shattered sky, it was quietly enveloped by a vast, cold, and silent will, like the deepest night.
Nyx, the goddess of night, their mother.
"Stop, my children." Nyx's voice sounded directly in the hearts of their divinities, with undeniable majesty and a calmness that pierced through the ages.
Aether's light flickered violently, with confusion and impatience: "Mother Goddess! Cronus has gone mad; we must stop him immediately!"
Hemera's daylight was also full of anxiety: "We must stop him! Otherwise, the world will return to Chaos!"
The darkness representing Nyx's origin rippled slightly, and the face of the triple-aspect goddess loomed within it, her gaze seeming to pierce the chaos of the present and see a more distant trajectory of fate.
"Cronus's madness is the inevitable end of the old era. Confronting him head-on at this moment will only drag your essence into the abyss of disorder created by his destructive power."
Nyx's will was firm and resolute: "Together with me and Gaia, we will stabilize the 'residual' structure of time and space and preserve the foundation for the 'future.' This is your task."
She especially emphasized, her tone stern: "Do not confront the God-King face to face. This is an order and a guide of fate."
The divine light of Aether and Hemera wavered against their mother's will, but in the end, they submitted.
The bright light turned inward, merging with Nyx's boundless darkness and the pained yet still majestic will of Gaia rising from the depths of the earth.
The three primordial ancient gods—night, earth, and the forces of darkness—united to create an invisible barrier.
This barrier was not meant to repair the damage caused by Cronus, but to carefully protect the core legal nodes that had not yet been affected, to maintain the basic existence of the world, just like protecting the last ember during a flood.
Their actions carried a strange 'deliberateness,' not powerlessness, but a kind of 'letting go' based on a higher level of trade-offs.
They gave up the battle with Cronus over the destroyed regions and did their utmost to ensure that the 'foundations' of the world did not completely collapse, preserving the last soil for the prophesied 'new era.'
This scene, in the eyes of Cronus, who was frantically destroying, aroused his boundless mockery and rage.
"Look! Even your ancient roots are just shrinking into a corner! This is night! This is earth! In the face of absolute power, only I am real!"
He roared, targeting his power more intensely at the places not yet protected by the primordial gods... at those who dared to resist his 'rebellion'!
"Let's start with you! My dear... children!"
In an instant, a turbulence of time and space several times stronger, mixed with the God-King's power, swept towards the location of the entrance to the Underworld where Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were!
Wherever this force passed, space itself 'disappeared' from the level of law, and the timeline was broken and shattered, transforming into the most fundamental void. This was no longer an attack, but 'erasure'!
Zeus and Poseidon sensed an unprecedented threat of death. They roared and strained to raise thunder and waves, but in the face of the 'erasure force' containing great divine power, their resistance quickly evaporated and dissipated, like dew under the sun.
At this critical moment!