Chapter 374 The Pantheon’s Judgement The War Against the Last Chronos (Part I)
Sky beneath the shadows of the Black Sun
Fifty years since the rise of Black Sun Requiem
Above the ruins of a world frozen by Joanna's will, new cracks have appeared in the fading sky. Three circles of light shimmer behind the haze of destruction, crafting an image that evokes both hope and despair. The wind whispers softly, like an unseen voice reminding all present that as this battle reaches its peak, the world will be torn apart once more. Dust and fragments of the sky seem to depict profound despair, enveloping nature in a shroud of pure, dusty power.
Zeus.
Poseidon.
Hades.
Three pillars of the highest rulers from the primordial era.
Once toppled the first Chronos.
Now rising to confront the Last Chronos.
Zeus descends with lightning that shatters the dark clouds. His voice echoes like thunder, breaking the remaining silence. His robe, gleaming white and gold, drapes over him, and in his hand is Astrapheon — the eternal spear of lightning. As lightning strikes, bright light paints the silhouettes of withered trees, briefly darkening the earth before it returns to darkness. The ground trembles, as if in sympathy with the fury of the sky.
Poseidon emerged from the swirling waters that ravaged the ruins of the city. Towering waves surged violently, erasing traces of history and hope in an instant. His trident, Thalassarchon, radiated with the power to swallow continents. The water, capable of drowning everything, became infused with a gaping, pressing aura of rage, a reminder to humanity of forces far greater than themselves.