~Hades~

Then, with a single, commanding shout, I called the charge.

The undead surged forward, their skeletal hands clutching swords, axes, and spears as they crashed into the front lines of the Titan army. Cerberus bounded into the fray, his massive form tearing through their ranks. One of his heads lunged, clamping down on a Cyclops's arm and ripping it clean off. Another head unleashed a torrent of black flames, consuming a cluster of Titanspawn who screamed as they were reduced to ash.

My blade sang as I swung it, cutting through flesh and bone with ease. A giant roared and brought its club down toward me, but Cerberus leapt aside, his claws raking across the creature's chest. I drove my sword into its neck, and it collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Abel and Cain were close behind, each leading their respective charges. Abel rode his Hellhound with the grace of a seasoned warrior, the shadows around him dancing like living creatures. With a wave of his hand, he sent a surge of darkness toward a group of Titanspawn, enveloping them in an impenetrable veil. Their screams were short-lived.

Cain, atop his own Hellhound, commanded the undead with the precision of a general. At his signal, a phalanx of skeletal warriors closed ranks and advanced, their shields locking together as they pushed into the Titan forces. A Cyclops charged at him, but Cain raised his spear and shouted an incantation. The ground beneath the Cyclops cracked, and skeletal hands shot up, dragging the creature down into the earth.

Cerberus growled, drawing my attention to a group of Titans who had broken through our lines. I spurred him forward, and we barreled into them like a living battering ram. My sword clashed against a Titan's axe, the force of the impact reverberating up my arm. Cerberus snapped at another, his jaws closing around the Titan's leg and pulling him to the ground. I finished him with a swift strike to the chest.

Above us, the sky darkened as Zeus unleashed his lightning. Bolts of pure energy rained down on the battlefield, striking indiscriminately. I grimaced. His recklessness would get our allies killed. I made a mental note to reprimand him—assuming we survived this.

Hestia, Hera, and Demeter fought nearby, their armor gleaming despite the grime of battle. Hestia's torch burned with an intensity that rivaled the sun, its flames searing through anything they touched. Hera moved with the elegance of a dancer, her rapier finding the gaps in her enemies' armor. Demeter's scythe swept through the enemy ranks, each swing leaving a trail of destruction.

Briareus and Cottereus had transformed into their hundred-handed forms, towering over the battlefield at eighty feet tall. They hurled boulders and crushed Titans beneath their massive fists, their roars shaking the ground. I caught sight of Briareus grabbing a Cyclops in each hand and slamming them together with a sickening crunch.

The Aidonian Army of mortals fought valiantly, their Hellhounds proving to be ferocious allies. They moved as one, their discipline and training evident in every maneuver. They fought not for glory, but for me—the god they had sworn to follow. The weight of their loyalty was not lost on me, and I silently vowed to see them through this.

With a gesture, I summoned the Pythagoras. The massive serpent emerged from the earth, letting out a deafening roar and lunged at the enemy, its fangs sinking into the neck of a Titan. The creature thrashed wildly before collapsing, its lifeblood pooling on the ground.

The battle raged on, each moment a test of will and strength. I could feel the tide beginning to turn, but the cost was high. For every enemy we felled, another seemed to take its place. Still, we pressed on, driven by the knowledge that failure was not an option.

As noon approached, I glanced toward Kronos. He stood at the rear of his forces, watching the chaos with a smug expression. His time would come, but first, we had to break his army.

I raised my sword high, the signal for the next phase of our assault. The battlefield erupted with renewed vigor, our forces pushing forward with everything they had. 

Days turned into months, and months into years, as the war dragged on, relentless and unforgiving. The ground was littered with the remnants of weapons, broken armor, and the silent echoes of the fallen. Every inch of land was stained with blood—mortal, immortal, and Titan alike.

Cerberus, the several Hellhounds, and the Pythagoras were all sent back to Naziru. My mortal followers sadly all persihed in the war. Theon died taking down Koios, it had surprised us all at the mortals strength and determination to bring down the Titan of Intellect & the Axis of Heaven. I sent Thanatos and his brother Moros to take the soldiers down to the Land of the Dead.

Nyx and Erebus stopped by during the war due to a group of Demons from Tartarus seeking a home in Naziru. I had told them to allow them homs in the Lower City and that when I return from the war to have their leader meet with me. Nyx agreed and shortly left and wised me luck on the war.

And so, it was. The field had grown silent save for the clash of a few remaining warriors. Now, only my siblings and I stood against Kronos, Atlas, the four directional Titans, and a handful of others whose names and faces blurred together in my mind. I cared little for who they were; they were obstacles to be removed, nothing more.

I sat on a jagged rock, my armor dented and tarnished, the Helm of Darkness resting in my lap. I stared across the field where Kronos and his lieutenants regrouped. Atlas towered over the others, his massive form a looming reminder of the battles yet to come. The four directional Titans—Hyperion, Iapetus, Krios, and Koios—formed a tight circle, their auras pulsing with power. And Kronos... Kronos stood at the center, his golden scythe a beacon of dread.

"You've grown quiet, brother," Zeus said, breaking the silence. He stood nearby, lightning sparking across his fingertips. His armor, though battered, still shone brightly, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched on his face.

"I'm thinking," I replied, my voice steady despite the weight of the years pressing down on me.

"We can't keep this up forever," Hera said, stepping forward. Her rapier was chipped, her once-pristine armor streaked with grime. Yet her eyes burned with determination. "We're losing ground."

Hestia knelt beside Demeter, who clutched her scythe with weary hands. None of us were unscathed, and the toll of the war was evident in every movement, every word.

I stood, placing the Helm back on my head. "We don't need to keep this up forever. Just long enough."

"Long enough for what?" Zeus asked, his impatience flaring.

"For Kronos to falter," I said simply.

Zeus scoffed, but Demeter nodded. "He's not invincible. None of them are."

"No," I agreed. "But neither are we."

I turned to look at my siblings, each of them worn but unbroken. "This war isn't about strength anymore. It's about will. Kronos's arrogance blinds him, but even he has limits. We've survived his worst. Now we need to strike where it matters most."

"And where is that?" Hera asked, her voice sharp.

"His pride," I said. "We make him come to us. We draw him into a final confrontation, where his power means nothing against our resolve."

The plan was met with silence at first, the weight of the years making every decision feel like a gamble. But one by one, they nodded. Even Zeus, begrudgingly, agreed.

"We make our stand here," I said, my voice firm. "We end this war, one way or another."

The field grew still as we prepared for what would undoubtedly be the final battle. Each of us gathered our strength, our weapons, and our resolve. This was no longer a war of armies. It was a clash of gods, a battle that would determine the fate of the world.

Across the field, Kronos raised his scythe, his golden eyes blazing with fury. Atlas roared, his massive fists pounding the ground, while the directional Titans began to chant in unison, their voices resonating with ancient power.

I mounted the rise, my siblings at my side. Cerberus was gone, the Hellhounds were gone, but I still had the Helm of Darkness, my sword, and the unyielding will to see this through.

"For Olympus," I said quietly.

"For the world," Hestia added.

Zeus raised his bolt, a feral grin splitting his face. "Let's finish this."

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield in a blood-red glow, we charged.