Chapter 108: Fall Of Olympus (18)

In the skies above Olympus, the world crumbled and split apart, the fabrics of space and time struggling to resist the sudden harrowing change - a futile effort. The blue sky parted, replaced by an abyssal maw that seems to lead to the very depths of the Underworld.

…And in truth, it did lead there.

The dark maw widened, shattering several laws one after the other, until its size dwarfed one-third of the whole of Olympus. It stretched across the skies in its endless, abyssal beauty, its seemingly infinite expanse blotting out the sun.

Down below, a ripple of invisible aura swept through Olympus with stifling might, pressing down on the shoulders of all the Olympians with crushing intensity.

And then, a colossal silhouette… no, behemothic silhouettes moved in the deep darkness of the portal. Then came the hand.