Only a few minutes had passed since Aetherion left with Pallas inside his domain.
On the battlefield outside, the ground trembled violently.
No deity remained in normal size anymore.
Each had entered their godly size.
The Titans towered at thirty meters tall, while the newer gods ranged from fifteen to twenty meters in height.
Hera was among the taller of the new generation, standing at twenty meters.
As they fought, the world itself shook.
It did not matter whether they belonged to the rebellion or to Pallas' forces—both sides suffered losses.
The ground was bathed in golden light.
It was not energy.
Not an ability.
It was ichor.
The blood of gods poured onto the earth, staining Mother Gaia in shimmering gold, turning the battlefield into something that resembled a heavenly hell.
Hera observed the chaos calmly.
She had already slain one major gods, but eight remained.
She needed to keep them occupied or defeat with Kratos and Nike supported her.
She glanced toward the distance and saw Aetherion's clones and their small army battling Pallas' army.
They had cut down countless enemies, yet their numbers were rapidly dwindling.
Nearly half had already been destroyed.
It wasn't surprising.
Though Aetherion had created a vast number of clones and each carried his combat experience, they were only at the level of minor gods.
The enemy outnumbered them, and surprise attacks had taken their toll.
Still, the enemy's forces were thinning as well.
Under Hera's command, the rebellion steadily pushed forward.
Only a few minutes had passed.
And yet, the battlefield already looked like the aftermath of a war that had lasted days.
Kratos and Nike had also entered their godly size and their divine form.
Both stood nineteen meters tall, clashing fiercely against major gods—two each.
Their strikes shattered the air itself.
Hera, radiant and terrifyingly beautiful in her divine form, faced four major gods on her own.
As she assessed the battle, two of them charged at her simultaneously, weapons raised.
They had fully entered their divine forms and size—both towering Titans at thirty meters tall, much larger than she was.
Hera calmly raised her hand.
Swish.
The flow of time around them slowed dramatically.
Their movements became heavy—delayed.
In that instant, Hera conjured spears of condensed starlight and hurled them forward.
Fortunately for them, their allies reacted in time, shoving them aside and narrowly avoiding fatal wounds.
"huff…"
Hera exhaled softly.
Maintaining her earlier decree while fighting four major gods was pushing her toward her limits.
But she did not falter.
She was a goddess, after all.
And divine energy regenerated endlessly within her.
To truly defeat a deity, one had to kill them in a single decisive blow.
Otherwise, they would recover.
That was the law of immortals.
She looked at the enemies and moved.
Her Rainbow Domain amplified her speed.
Her Star Domain sharpened her attacks and help amplify her speed even further.
The Timeflow Domain inherited from her mother bent time itself—slowing her enemies while accelerating her own movements further .
A spear formed in one hand, forged from Order.
A sword gleamed in the other, embodying Law.
Without hesitation, she blitzed forward—faster than light—and hurled the spear at one of the major gods.
He tried to dodge.
But Hera slowed time around him.
The spear struck—not his heart, but his shoulder.
It exploded upon impact.
"AAARRGH!!"
His arm was torn from his body as he screamed in agony.
Hera immediately followed up, raising her sword to finish him—
But the remaining gods reacted.
One took the wounded Titan, and moved him to a safe distance to recover.
One of them—a Titan of Wind—unleashed his domain.
A colossal tornado erupted across the battlefield, dwarfing even the Titans in size—ten times larger.
The winds roared like blades, cutting through the air sharper than steel itself as the storm surged toward Hera.
But as she moved toward the tornado the Titan of Wind had created, Hera noticed something strange.
It wasn't that the attack was weaker—no, it was unstable.
His divine energy felt slightly disrupted, as if something was interfering with it.
And that something was the command Hera had placed upon them and all of Pallas forces before the battle began.
Her sword gleamed as she raised it.
[Woman Domain: … Stars, hear my call. A slash towards the heavens.]
She brought the blade down.
The tornado split in half instantly, cleaved apart by a radiant arc of starlight.
The slash continued forward at blinding speed toward the Titan of Wind.
Panicking, he raised a shield forged from compressed wind and divine energy—but it wasn't enough.
Before the strike could finish him, another Titan—one aligned with nature, perhaps forests—summoned a massive tree to intercept the attack.
The tree was obliterated instantly, but in that brief moment, both Titans vanished.
Hera frowned.
Then she sensed it—divine energy flaring behind her.
The ground beneath her ruptured as both Titans emerged, striking upward with their weapons.
Hera barely reacted in time, leaping backward to avoid being skewered—
But above her—
The Titan who managed to move the titan whose arm she had severed was already descending.
His massive fist crashed downward with unimaginable force.
He was a Titan of Mountains—his very body like a falling peak.
Hera hastily formed a shield of starlight and rainbow radiance.
Boom!
The punch struck.
Cracks spread across the shield.
Boom.
She was driven into the earth, the impact shaking the battlefield violently.
When the dust cleared, Hera stood amid the crater.
Scratches lined her skin, and her divine garments were slightly torn.
Her expression was cold—dangerously cold.
"So you dare… land an attack on me? You dare hurt me?"
she murmured under her breath.
Then her eyes lifted.
[Woman Domain: Time Flow. Blitzing Speed.]
She vanished.
The Titan of Mountains hovered in confusion, scanning the battlefield.
A chill ran down his spine.
He turned—
Hera was already behind him.
Her fist was raised, infused with the Justice Domain she had learned from Themis, combined with starlight and compressed gravitational force.
With a cold smile, she spoke:
[Combined Domains:… Fist of Heaven.]
Her punch descended like divine judgment upon a sinner.
Boom!!!
The Titan of Mountains was smashed downward, crashing into the earth with catastrophic force.
He lay embedded in the ground, barely conscious.
Ichor spilled from his destroyed mouth as terror filled his fading eyes.
Slowly, he slipped into unconsciousness.
Hera turned toward the remaining three—
"Huh!?"
Then she froze.
Something far above.
A presence.
Cold dread crept down her spine.
Without hesitation, she looked up.
At first, she saw nothing.
Even in her godly size, it was like trying to find a speck in the sky.
But the pressure…
It was overwhelming.
Far greater than Pallas.
Sweat formed on her brow.
She glanced toward the battlefield.
The armies were still clashing—limbs severed, ichor spilling, screams echoing.
Aetherion's remaining clones were still mocking their enemies mid-combat.
Yet none of that mattered anymore.
The air suddenly trembled.
A blast of divine energy flooded the battlefield.
Everything stopped.
Every god.
Every Titan.
Every immortal.
Frozen—not by time, but by sheer presence.
Fear spread across faces as divinity radiated outward like a sun rising over the battlefield.
Hera felt it too.
She looked up again—
And finally saw him.
A man with golden, radiant hair and striking blue eyes descended from the sky.
He was extremely handsome, as though heaven itself had sculpted him.
Light bent around him naturally, flowing with his every movement.
Divine energy streamed from his body effortlessly.
He raised one hand slightly, a faint smile on his lips.
He seemed to be observing something beyond their understanding.
Then he spoke.
"I will reach him."
Confusion spread across the battlefield.
Hera's eyes widened.
He lifted his hand toward space itself, as though preparing to tear it open.
She no longer cared about the remaining major gods.
Even the wounded Titan stirred in fear as he recognized the figure above.
From Pallas' army, voices shouted:
"It's Hyperion!"
"Lord Hyperion has come!"
"Hail Hyperion! The Heavenly Light!"
Relief flooded their ranks.
More cold sweat ran down Hera's back.
Kratos and Nike went pale.
Hyperion.
One of Kronos' Four Great Generals.
A being who inspired terror in his enemies—and absolute hope in his allies.
He had entered the battlefield.