Planet Earth – Mount Olympus
The sky above Mount Olympus was dark, filled with swirling clouds that crackled with unseen power. The air smelled of smoke and blood, a reminder of the battle that had already torn through the land.
Ares, the God of War, landed heavily on the broken ground, his laughter echoing like thunder. His armor was scratched, his face smeared with dirt, but his eyes burned with arrogance.
"You spoke big words, Ruler," Ares sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Yet here you are. How can you beat me when you're the one down here?"
Before he could finish, the earth beneath him trembled. The ground split open like a hungry mouth, and from the depths, Yoton's hand shot out like a striking serpent. His fingers clamped around Ares' leg, yanking him down into the darkness.
Ares barely had time to gasp before Yoton hurled him back out—CRACK!—a fist like a falling star smashed into Ares' face, sending him spinning through the air.
But Ares was no weakling. He twisted midair, landing on his feet like a cat. Without hesitation, he lunged at Yoton, his own fist crashing into Yoton's jaw with enough force to shatter mountains.
"Not bad," Yoton growled, wiping blood from his lip.
Ares raised his fist again—but Yoton moved faster. His hand shot up, seizing Ares by the face. With a roar, Yoton slammed Ares into the ground. The impact was catastrophic. The earth split apart like glass, and the ruins of nearby kingdoms crumbled into the abyss.
Yoton didn't stop. He soared into the sky, his right hand glowing with swirling, golden energy. Below him, Ares struggled to rise, his body bruised and bleeding.
"Enough," Yoton said coldly.
He unleashed the energy.
The blast was like a second sun—a blinding, deafening explosion that swallowed the continent whole. Kingdoms, villages, forests—everything vanished in an instant. The shockwaves reached Olympus itself, cracking its sacred paths, shaking the thrones of the gods.
When the smoke cleared, only devastation remained.
Yoton floated above the wasteland, staring down at Ares, who lay broken and barely breathing.
"Now stay down, Ares," Yoton commanded. "While I go see Zeus myself."
In a flash, Yoton vanished—reappearing at the gates of Olympus. The towering doors, once guarded by divine power, now stood before him, cracked and weakened.
He raised his hand to destroy them—
"STOP!"
Ares stood before him, swaying, his body barely holding together. Blood dripped from his lips, his armor was shattered, but his eyes still burned with defiance.
Yoton sighed. "Do you seriously have a death wish, little god?"
Ares clenched his fists, his breath ragged. "If you must enter Olympus… then you must kill me first."
Silence fell. The wind howled between them, cold and unforgiving.
Then—
Yoton moved.
Ares didn't even see it happen. One moment, he was standing—the next, Yoton's fingers were wrapped around his throat, lifting him off the ground. Ares kicked, punched, twisted—but Yoton's grip was iron.
"Pathetic," Yoton muttered, squeezing tighter.
Just as Ares' vision began to darken—BOOM!
A fist like a meteor struck Yoton in the side, sending him flying.
Hercules had arrived.
The legendary hero stood like a mountain, his muscles like carved stone, his golden armor gleaming. His eyes burned with the fury of the sun. Without a word, he rushed to Ares' side, lifting him gently.
"Hang on, brother," Hercules growled.
But before he could move—WHAM!
Yoton's foot slammed into Hercules' chest, sending him flying across the world. He crashed into the ocean like a falling star, the impact breaking bones, churning the sea into a whirlpool.
Minutes later, Hercules dragged himself onto the shore, coughing blood. His body screamed in pain, but he forced himself up—
Too late.
Yoton's hand was already raised. Dark energy coiled around his fingers, whispering a single word:
"Oblivion."
The spell struck Hercules like a black sun. It wrapped around him, then—BOOM!—erased him from existence. The explosion shook the planet, sending tidal waves across the seas.
Ares, still gasping on the ground, felt true fear for the first time.
He tried to crawl away—
Yoton grabbed him again, hurling him into a nearby mountain. The peak shattered like glass, burying Ares in rubble.
Silence.
Yoton turned, stepping through the broken gates of Olympus.
What he saw took his breath away.
Golden palaces stretched as far as the eye could see. Statues of diamond and emerald glittered under eternal sunlight. Rivers of nectar flowed between streets of silver.
"So this is the home of the gods," Yoton murmured.
But he had no time to admire it.
The entire army of Olympus stood before him—thousands of divine warriors, shields raised, spears gleaming.
Yoton smirked.
"Come then."
The battle was over in seconds.
Bodies littered the streets as Yoton marched forward, unstoppable, until he reached the heart of Olympus—Zeus' throne.
A spear suddenly stabbed into the ground before him, blocking his path.
From the shadows, two figures emerged.
Hades, King of the Dead, his eyes burning with hellfire.
Poseidon, Ruler of the Seas, his trident crackling with storm energy.
Yoton grinned.
"Finally… a challenge."
To Be Continued.