Location: Olympus – The Mountain of the Gods
The day had come.
The air was thick with the power of ages, the earth trembling beneath the weight of Olympus. The gods—immortal, powerful, unyielding—watched from their lofty thrones as the world shifted beneath their feet.
But today, their thrones would not save them.
Zeus, king of the gods, stood in his palace, his stormy eyes clouded with worry. "It is happening. The Cabal… they have come for us."
Beside him, Hera clutched the golden scepter, her gaze hard as stone. "We should have seen this coming. The multiverse trembles, and with it, our reign."
Poseidon, the lord of the seas, his trident still glowing with divine power, stepped forward. "We must not let them take Olympus. This is our home—our domain!"
And Hades, the silent, stoic god of the underworld, simply nodded, his face hidden behind a veil of shadows. "They're not coming for Olympus… they're coming for us."
The Siege
The first sign of the attack came when the sky above Olympus turned black as night. Lightning cracked from the heavens, but it wasn't Zeus' storm that caused it—it was a sign that the Nameless One had finally breached the barrier between worlds.
The gods gathered in the Great Hall, preparing for a fight they could not avoid.
But they were too late.
The Cabal—led by the Nameless One, Black Harry, and their twisted allies—descended from the sky. Their dark energy cut through the divine barriers like a blade through flesh. Lightning clashed with darkness, and the battle began.
Hades, his powers over death, summoned the shadows of the underworld to rise, but they were crushed by the raw, unstoppable force of the Nameless One.
"I will end this," the Nameless One declared, his voice like a collapsing star. "Your reign is over, gods."
Zeus stood tall, summoning the might of a thousand storms, but his power flickered, weakening under the influence of the Cabal.
Black Harry, his dark flame burning bright, flew forward, his eyes locked onto the heart of Olympus. He was the end of it all—the failure of hope, the darkness born of Harry's own pain.
"You are not gods," Harry shouted, his voice filled with fury and power. "You've ruled for too long."
The Phoenix Knights, empowered by the true flame of the multiverse, soared through the skies above Olympus, battling the twisted, corrupted forces of the Cabal. Wanda, Storm, Jean, and Luna fought with everything they had, their powers clashing against the darkness that sought to drown them.
The Fall
But the battle was lost before it even began.
The Nameless One struck at the heart of Olympus, his darkness consuming the gods one by one. Poseidon's waters boiled and twisted into vicious, serpentine creatures, but the Nameless One twisted them into shadows, forcing them to kneel.
Zeus hurled bolts of divine lightning, but the Nameless One blocked each strike with an impenetrable shield of void energy.
"Hera, do not!" Zeus shouted as his wife attempted to raise a barrier around the gods. But the Nameless One's magic tore through her defense like paper, and she fell, her divine form shattered.
The world trembled as Zeus fell to his knees, unable to fight against the tide of destruction. "This is the end," he whispered, his voice breaking. "We have failed."
The last thing he saw was Black Harry, standing at the summit of Olympus, watching the fall of the gods.
With a final, crushing blow, the Nameless One shattered the last of Olympus' defenses. The gods—who had once stood as paragons of power and creation—were brought to their knees.
And with them fell the heart of Olympus.
The Aftermath
The ruins of Olympus floated in the ether, broken and battered. The once-glorious mountain was now nothing more than a shattered remnant, its divine power stripped away by the hand of darkness.
The Nameless One stood tall, the gods lying at his feet.
"Let this be a lesson to all who dare defy the Cabal," he proclaimed. "No power in the multiverse can stand against us. Not even gods."
But Black Harry looked at the wreckage of Olympus, his heart cold.
"Is this truly the end?" he asked, his voice hollow.
The Nameless One turned to him. "It is the beginning. With Olympus fallen, the multiverse will fall with it. No one is safe."
But as the Nameless One looked toward the shattered heavens, he failed to see the true danger that was closing in.