Chapter 35: Order

Chapter 35: Order



It's called the "Occult Initiative." A project created and approved by the United Nations, though the ones who truly pulled the strings were Lord Dream and his siblings. It involved creating a global, extraordinary organisation dedicated to protecting humanity from the forces of darkness. Some of our best are already part of it.

- Chiron.

Earlier, the fateful battle between Zeus and Kronos was in full swing between Mars and Jupiter. They were in divine forms, unleashing their cosmic power without restraint, and in retrospect, they managed to somewhat stir the cosmic concepts of time and lightning themselves.

An enormous cosmic storm, filled with catastrophic lightning, covered the entire dark expanse between Mars and Jupiter. In the midst of it all, Kronos and Zeus fought, each wielding their divine weapons. Each of their clashes sent tremors through space, sweeping the entire solar system.

Kronos had enough; he had only been testing the extent of his son's power until now. As he had predicted, his wretched son had grown exponentially stronger, even managing to tap into cosmic power under the tutelage of Lord of Dream, almost to the point of standing equal to him, who had been a cosmic god for millennia.

All of this didn't matter since victory would be his regardless, as war was the ultimate chaos, and in the midst of chaos, there was opportunity, and that was all he needed.

Chaos...

Kronos prepared himself. He quickly deflected a bolt thrown at him by Zeus with the cursed scythe, and in response, he unleashed his temporal powers in the form of omnidirectional

waves.

Zeus roared as time waves slammed into him before he could summon his bolts, hurling him into the solar system's depths with his cosmic storm. It was speed; his father far outclassed him in that category.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kronos immediately initiated one of his most powerful

moves.

Everything around the Titan of Time suddenly brightened with an eternal glow, and he closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them again, the glow was gone, and he was back in the chariot, gazing calmly at Zeus, who was riding to him in a golden chariot pulled by nebula horses made of cosmic tempests.

Kronos had effectively rewinded time across their battlefield to the beginning of his confrontation with his son. It was time to truly begin the battle, he thought solemnly, with the majority of the odds in his favor.

Zeus pulled the reins, bringing his chariot to a halt in front of his father, then descended from his chariot with his master-bolt, striding firmly towards the Titan King, "Kronos, your son has returned! I bring the end of Titans."

The God of Lightning suddenly grinned with a clear look in his eyes, sinking the heart of Kronos into the dark pits of Taratus. "Yet again..."

Zeus continued, gleefully smiling. "Why the surprise, Father? You didn't forget, did you? I am a cosmic god as well! Your time reversal is inadequate to completely impact the likes of those wielding cosmic power," he paused with a sneer, "just like your power..."

"So what if you were unaffected?" Kronos bellowed as he descended from his chariot. "It

won't change your fate: you'll be cut down by my scythe."

"Oh, father," Zeus said, shaking his head. "You're not deceiving anyone here. I can practically smell your panic in the emptiness of the space."

Kronos merely growled and charged at Zeus.

"It won't make a difference, father." The God of Lightning chastised, an electric aura surrounding him. The blinding golden light he emitted illuminated the entire solar system. The fabric of space itself was bending around Zeus' silhouette. "You can try as much as you want, but the victory will be mine in the end."

A surge of electricity converged in Zeus' palm, brimming with unfathomable power. And he threw his hand at the Titan King, unleashing a blast of cosmic lightning large enough to cover their entire battlefield, which forced him to directly face the golden bolt.

Kronos was attempting to quell Zeus's struggle as they teleported away to Earth, but his son

appeared unstoppable, his power breaking through the chains like an erupting supernova, forcing Kronos to use all of his might and focus on Zeus to suppress him while also not allowing him to interrupt their teleportation.

So, when they were inches from the earth, all Kronos could do was erect a protective barrier around his subordinates and the thrones before they collided with the ground of his throne room with all of their cosmic momentum.

There was a flash of light that seemed to consume everything, followed by a devastating roar, but Gaea intervened in time, negating the damage and chaos brought to her domain by their descent, though she let Mount Othrys and nearby battlefields collapse in the aftermath.

All Themis felt was a whirlwind of chaos-disorder and pandemonium colored every ounce of her senses, but the thrones of the Titans managed to remain intact. She was certain it was Kronos who had somehow managed to keep the thrones protected from the chaos in the last

moment.

She realized what the crooked one was up to as she looked around the ruins-Altas and Hyperion attempted to stride towards their king, but Hades, Demeter, and Helios blocked their path. Even Iapetus, Perseus, and Menoetius were present, confronting Poseidon, Kratos, and Selene, while the Titan king himself rose from scorched ground and faced Hera and Zeus -the most powerful combatants of the war had been forced to gather here. All of this seemed to point to the inevitable development of a battle royale between gods and titans, which

would only add fuel to the chaos.

Chaos....

The Titan of Time desired chaos; he should have known that his chances of victory were

abysmal, so he chose to let the order that everyone worked so hard to build for the war fall into chaos at the crucial moment and fish for opportunities within the ocean of maelstrom. The Titan of Time would have succeeded-even the hands of the primordials were tied in this situation-but he overlooked something crucial:

A long white sword made of pure light appeared in the ruins of Mount Othrys, catching

everyone's attention.

It was the sword of light, granted to Themis by Lord Hypnos. It was meant to amplify her

power, but she had tried to tap more into the essence of the sword many times before the final battle because she discovered that the sword could do so much more than just amplify her power. Her attempts at it, though, were always met with failure, to the point where it almost seemed the sword had a conscience and was actively rejecting her.

What she was about to do next was risky, with a high likelihood of failure, but she wasn't going to back down; Order was her duty and responsibility.

So the Titaness of Order arose from the cracked ground, grasped the sword that floated above

her, and imbued her will and conviction into the sword, conveying it all with rueful hope. Her prayers were answered; the white sword shimmered, emitting a brilliant light that swept across her body, and her form changed: her dark hair was dyed white, and her dress was shaded golden. Her eyes were covered in gold cloth, and she clutched the purest blade in one hand and an inverse scale in the other, emitting an authoritative aura.

Light himself had bestowed his blessing on the Titaness of Order, temporarily granting her rudimentary control over the concept of order.

Even though it may have seemed like a long time, only a few seconds had actually passed on

the battlefield. And in this interval, those attacks that tried to thwart the ascension of Themis were swiftly deposed by Hecate and Mnemosyne, who had begun to protect her, re- establishing their formation.

Finally, the Titaness of Order thrust the sword of light into the world of chaos. "I will have

Order!" she decreed.

And Chaos was no more.

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