Gigantomachia - Part 2
Flash—Boom!
Zeus’s thunderbolt illuminated the battlefield, revealing the chaos below. Gigantes roared as they hurled boulders and mountains, while the gods countered with their divine powers, charging into battle.
Not far away, Poseidon swung his trident, summoning the sea to his side. Living waves surged, crashing into the Gigantes with relentless force.
“Die!”
“This cursed war ends today!”
Crash! Whoosh!
Except for a few isolated skirmishes, the battle quickly devolved into a sprawling melee.
Most striking was Zeus, wielding his thunderbolt and the mighty Scythe, clashing against Eurymedon, the Gigantes’ king, who swung an enormous torch. That torch—possibly a gift from Gaia herself—managed to withstand Scythe’s blows, though it was clear Zeus would prevail if no other forces intervened.
Elsewhere, Poseidon unleashed his power to sweep through the battlefield, but several Gigantes surrounded him, closing the distance. The largest and most imposing among them stepped forward.
“Poseidon, Lord of the Sea! I am Polybotes!”
“Your name doesn’t interest me.”
Nearby, Apollo loosed shining arrows that pierced through monstrous forms, while Hephaestus, wreathed in flames, burned Gigantes alive. One by one, the gods engaged their foes, finding counterparts suited to their strengths. With the Gigantes holding the numerical advantage, the Olympians needed every ounce of their divine might to turn the tide.
“Hyaaaaaah!”
Crash! Boom!
Hercules shattered a mountain hurled at him with the massive steel club forged by Hephaestus. Proving himself as a god, the former mortal rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through the Gigantes like a storm. Even as a mortal, Hercules rivaled divine powers; now, as a god, he was unmatched save for the Three Great Gods.
“Th-that power...!”
“How is he so strong if he’s not even one of the Twelve Olympians?”
Monsters foolish enough to stand against him were torn apart, heads separated from bodies or exploded into grotesque sprays.
Amid this chaos, my role was clear.
Instead of overwhelming the masses, my task was to spread confusion, weaken morale, and eliminate key commanders. I slipped into the shadows, wielding the bident with precision, invisible under the Helm of Darkness, Kynee.
Squelch—Shkkk—
Gigantes fell, pierced through vital points as I moved unseen, ensuring they had no chance to counter. Staying in one spot would give away my position, so I darted from place to place, emulating the swiftness of Hermes.
Whizz—
An incoming spear—a mistake from Hera. Twisting my body, I dodged the deadly projectile as it tore through a line of Gigantes, causing a destructive shockwave.
The Kynee’s advantage lay in rendering me invisible to all but the primordial gods. However, amidst the chaos of this battlefield, such invisibility could also become a hindrance.
As I continued my assaults, the Gigantes began to notice the mounting casualties and my unseen presence.
“Graaaah!”
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“The King of the Underworld! Where are you?”
“Throw rocks where our brothers fall! He must be nearby!”
Ducking and weaving past hurled boulders and swinging fists, I drove the bident into the nearest commanders, systematically dismantling their leadership. Among the carnage, one particularly powerful Gigantes caught my attention—a figure who commanded deference even among his monstrous brethren.
“Hmph. King of the Underworld, do you seek my head?”
I offered no response. Instead, I dispatched his subordinates and drove my spear into his throat. Shockingly, even impaled, the Gigantes reached up, grasping the bident with one hand, and rasped through his death throes.
“I... am... Alcyoneus! You’ll... regret... this!”
His bloody gaze locked onto me. His regenerative power was extraordinary—even as death loomed, he resisted. While my bident drained his essence, his immense vitality slowed the process.
Thud—Rumble!
It was a trap. Alcyoneus roared, using his final moments to alert his brethren, who hurled a mountain directly at me.
With the massive rock descending fast, I had limited options. Using an explosive release of power would draw attention, and nearby gods or allies could be harmed.
Straight through it is, then.
Emerging from the mountain’s shattered core, I found myself in a more open battlefield. The frenzied melee had spread out as high-ranking gods and Gigantes commanders moved to more spacious areas for their duels.
Phlegra’s narrow plains were too confined for the sheer scale of this war, and as the fighting spread, divine powers and explosions became more frequent.
Whizz—BOOM!
Apollo’s golden arrows shattered incoming boulders, while Artemis’s moonlit aura induced frenzy among the Gigantes. Dionysus summoned vines to entangle his foes, their sweet aroma masking the battlefield’s stench.
Fwoosh—Crackle!
“Die! This is the Hellfire even Atlas feared!”
“Aaaagh! No, Clytius cannot fall like this!”
The battlefield glowed with sigils and precise geometric patterns as Hecate, the goddess of magic, moved gracefully, incinerating Gigantes with her spells. While mortals often dismissed magic as mere imitation of divine power, none could deny the might of its originator.
It wasn’t the time to linger.
Thud. Thud.
Dusting off debris and dirt, I targeted the nearest Gigantes, driving my bident through his chest. The Gigantes’ commanders were dwindling, and the Olympians were steadily gaining the upper hand.
Ssshhk.
Dispensing with invisibility, I chose to visibly massacre the remaining Gigantes, aiming to further demoralize their ranks.
“The black hair! The two-pronged spear! It’s Hades!”
“Kill him before he disappears again!”
“He removed the Helm of Darkness? Fool!”
There were always fools like these, even during the Titanomachy—those who thought me an assassin whose power was meaningless if I could be found.
“Return to the Underworld, Hades!”
“For King Eurymedon!”
Like beasts scenting prey, they charged at me. I gestured calmly, summoning the Underworld’s power.
Whinny—Shriek!
The spectral chariot of the Underworld emerged, pulled by ghostly horses. Mounting the chariot, I urged the steeds forward, cutting a swath through the ranks of Gigantes with my bident. Even without the Kynee, they had underestimated me.
“Run and hide like the rat you are!”
“I’ll claim the glory of defeating one of the Three Great Gods!”
Many Titans once held similar delusions—before they were cast into Tartarus.
A war for the dominion of the world.
As mountains, boulders, and divine powers obliterated the landscape, something unusual stirred amidst the carnage.
Sssaaa—
“...?”
“Ah...”
All heads turned momentarily, even those locked in combat. Beyond Zeus, locked in a titanic duel with Eurymedon, and Poseidon, whose waves swept away entire ranks of Gigantes, another presence made itself known.
Craaaaack!
A black figure streaked across the battlefield, wreathed in an aura far darker and more fearsome than the war god’s red glow. Like a meteor in the night sky, it tore through the Gigantes, leaving destruction in its wake. None failed to recognize the figure.
“It’s Lord Hades.”
“He’s finally stepping in for real.”
The King of the Underworld unleashed his full power. Having sown chaos under the guise of invisibility, he now donned the mantle of one of the Three Great Gods, standing as a harbinger of death.
From his chariot, Hades wielded his bident, each strike emitting a pitch-black light that erased all within its path. Gigantes, creatures mighty enough to challenge the gods, disintegrated without a trace wherever the black radiance struck.
The battlefield clearly favored Olympus. With no way to suppress all Three Great Gods, the Gigantes faltered. Unlike the immortal gods, the Gigantes could die—and their corpses now littered the plains.
Drip...
The bodies of the fallen seeped into the earth.
Unbeknownst to most, the blood and flesh of the Gigantes soaked into the ground, as if returning to their mother, Gaia.