Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The Goddess of Beauty was the first to flee. She tied herself to her daughter and transformed into a large and a small fish, diving into the rivers around the Mount of the Gods and swimming away. Ares, seeing this, followed closely without the slightest intention of a War God's resolve to fight to the death.

The God of Light, Apollo, turned into a black eagle and rapidly flew away with the flapping of his wings, while Hera, the always dignified Queen of Gods, panickedly transformed into a white cow and then fled toward the west of Mount Olympus.

The other deities each displayed their magical powers, using every method they could to try to escape from the doomsday monster that was drawing ever closer. However, their actions did not escape Typhon's hundred eyes, and with an enraged roar, it accelerated its pace towards the Mount of the Gods.

The gods were limited in speed, but they were numerous and they scattered in various directions in their flight. By the time Typhon finally reached Mount Olympus, most of the deities had managed to escape. Only a few gods were caught by the furiously enraged progenitor of monsters and dragged back to Olympus.

Soon, a bloodbath unfolded in the Home of the Gods. The non-divine lives were obliterated by Typhon's power, and not one of the other deities fared any better. Their clothes were torn, their pure white skin penetrated by sharp claws, and the gods who couldn't escape screamed in agony.

However, to the lord of monsters, this was merely beautiful music to its ears, and amidst the accompaniment, it destroyed palace after palace, turning the divine paradise to dust and ashes.

In the end, Typhon grasped Zeus's somewhat withered hair, plucked out his eyelids, and forced him to watch how it killed the deities. It mustered all of its strength, selected the deity with the weakest breath from those it had captured, then its hundred dragon heads took turns, determined to grind her to dust and scatter her ashes.

This madness persisted for a long time, so long that the tortured deity had lost the ability to speak. Typhon exhausted its every means, but the result left it infuriated because, in the end, that deity still had not died.

It could feel that, given more time, it might have been able to erode the divine body with its strength, but that would not truly kill the deity. Typhon suddenly turned its head, its gaze fell upon Zeus, nailed to the pillar by its own bones, but unsurprisingly, mockery was all there was in the Divine King's eyes.

"Useless, Typhon, child of Mother Earth, you cannot kill me, you cannot even kill a deity, no matter how weak," Zeus mocked. "That is the manifest proof of our divine nobility from birth. Nor can you replace me as the new Divine King, for this world will not recognize a monster like you. So even if you confine us to the Abyss, it cannot prevent us from walking out on our own."

"You are powerful, but you cannot defy the laws of the world. Perhaps you plan to be a jailer, to guard forever at the gates of Tartarus? But even that is meaningless. For not even the King of All Gods dares to imprison a True God endowed with Godhood in a place beyond the reach of the laws of this world, much less you...

If you really do so, perhaps in a year, maybe a decade, you will be forced to confront the suppression of the entire world with your own strength, and before that supreme power, you will have no resistance—"

Boom—!

A massive claw broke the pillar, and Typhon held Zeus in its hand. The grating sound of Zeus's bones echoed in its grip. Zeus's face twisted in pain, but he continued to mock the other's impotence with his gaze.

Typhon could feel that Zeus seemed to be provoking it, but it had to admit that the earth's Divine King might be right, and it was indeed infuriated.

If it couldn't kill him, then anything it did now was meaningless. The world's repulsion towards Outsiders had never ceased, and Typhon had felt it for some time. It had ignored it before because it thought it could end everything quickly, but if it couldn't find a way to deal with all of this, then eventually, it would fail one day.

"Roar—!"

With a roar to the sky, Typhon's blood seemed to be boiling. Discover exclusive content at empire

Ever since the moment of its birth, possibly due to a kind of sharp Spiritual Sense, Typhon always had a feeling that its life was ticking down.

As if there was a tremendous threat approaching it and that when it finally arrived, everything would come to an end... Under this inexplicable sense of danger, Typhon focussed on the most likely threatening existence, the one claimed to be able to dominate the world, the Divine King, but the result made it utterly frenzied—although it had defeated Zeus, it could not kill him.

"Do you think it's over, vermin!"

Gripping Zeus, Typhon shook its dragon wings, stirring up a great Storm.

It glanced at the towering Mount of the Gods, tempted several times to destroy it then and there—even Zeus probably wanted it to act on its rage and do just that, but an instinctual warning ultimately stopped Typhon.

Olympus couldn't withstand Typhon's might, but it had yet to find a way to kill the gods. If it went too far now, it might bring about an unintended intensification of the laws' suppression, leaving no time for it to do anything else.

So, in the end, it flapped its wings, leaving the ruined Mount of the Gods enclosed in a storm, a place it detested yet could not destroy for now.

At one moment, it stopped, dropped Zeus from its hand onto the ground. It looked at the Divine King, its eyes fierce and brutal.