Chapter 97: Typhon (9)
Even though Typhon’s army was being pushed back by the magic, it did not mean they were defeated.
Strictly speaking, this was merely the moment when the battlefield finally returned to balance.
“Don’t you think so, Father of Monsters?”
Typhon looked down at the small otter standing before him.
A tiny, adorable creature—holding an equally tiny fork-shaped weapon.
Anyone witnessing this would laugh in disbelief.
A cute little otter standing against a god wrapped in serpents and monsters…
And even more ridiculous was the fact that no one could predict who would win.
―I didn’t forget to account for you… but this is absurd.
Even so, Typhon could neither laugh nor ignore the small otter before him.
Because despite possessing nothing but the physical body of a slightly stronger demigod, the weapon in that otter’s hand—and the name he bore—could never be underestimated.
―Third consort of Gaia, God of the Sea. I even split my divine power to restrain you, sending an avatar and wounding you with it… and yet, in the end, it’s you who stands before me.
“Tch. Should’ve prepared better. Didn’t Mother warn you? You brat.”
Typhon let out a short laugh at Poseidon’s insolent reply.
―Hahaha… So this is what Gaia meant. She warned me about you—said you were the unpredictable one who could cause any disaster without warning.
“Well, maybe next time you’ll listen to your mom.”
Even at Poseidon’s curt remark, Typhon simply nodded.
His body slowly began to transform as he spoke.
―Indeed. I should have listened more carefully. Whether or not you knew my divine name and prepared this magic intentionally… you landed quite a blow.
Just as Typhon lamented, the overwhelming strength of his army was due to his divine name.
[Father of Monsters].
A god-name belonging to beings who represented the end of life—or the beginning of new life.
Those who birthed, raised, and spread countless offspring.
And whose power increased in proportion to the size of their legion.
The larger the legion, the more troublesome they became.
Because a true “great brood-parent” could create an immortal army—one that would revive endlessly as long as the legion lived.
***
―And yet… all of that was severed by ancient magic.
Typhon spoke as if wronged—frustration mixed with arrogance, as though victory would be his regardless.
Poseidon stared at him with the expression of an adult tired of a child’s whining and raised his spear.
“Seriously. A brat handcrafted by a Protogenos complains this much? You haven’t even lived through a proper war and you’re already acting like an expert.”
This guy was exactly like a young Zeus—bright, powerful, arrogant, and incapable of swallowing his pride.
Now that Poseidon stood so close, spear to spear, it was unmistakable.
He acted refined on the surface, but underneath?
Just a mirror of young Zeus.
A being granted power rivaling Uranus, yet now grumbling like a kid just because one plan went wrong.
“You’re still a child. A child.”
With those words, the small otter’s tiny fork-shaped spear began to vibrate—intensely.
Typhon, now fully transformed, abandoned his humanoid shape and took on the form of a full Gigantes, storms swirling violently across his body.
One vibrating spear against a walking natural disaster.
At a glance, the spear seemed hopelessly outmatched…
―Are you underestimating me? You dare fight in that pathetic form?
“Who knows? In my experience, appearances mean nothing. And here’s something else to remember—no matter how impressive your divine power is, it’s just a supplement.”
Poseidon grinned.
“In the end, what decides victory is these two fists.”
―Hmph. We’ll see soon enough.
The vibrating spear and the storm-wreathed giant hurled themselves at each other.
Spear and storm intertwined, and alongside them rose a titanic tidal wave and a spiraling tempest.
The storm bared its claws and raked the earth, while the earth rose like a tsunami to swallow the storm.
Their clash marked the beginning of a brutal battle.
―Hah! These aren’t fists. What happened to your philosophy?
“Stop nitpicking. Just get the point.”
***
Wind howled through canyons, tremors shook mountain ranges, and each roar grew stronger, devouring the entire battlefield.
Naturally, those on the battlefield could not escape the disaster.
“Uwaaaagh!”
“Stop! Stop! Retreat now!!”
Chaos. Complete chaos.
But in that chaos, Typhon’s forces suffered far more than Olympus.
Typhon’s army was swept away by storms and crashing waves, unable to regain their footing—
While Olympus huddled together like a sturdy turtle, shielding one another.
The price of overconfidence for charging recklessly in presumed victory.
And at the center of all commands stood Athena.
“Unit 1, fall back! You want to get flattened?!”
“Unit 2, spread out! Spread out! The storm is coming!!”
Seeing the entire battlefield from above, Athena calmly analyzed Poseidon and Typhon’s fight while realigning formations.
“It looks like Father Poseidon is losing…”
To her, Poseidon was clearly being overwhelmed.
Her divine name—wisdom—whispered the same.
“Oh my, don’t worry too much. That man hasn’t even begun using his divine name properly.”
Just as Athena’s worried gaze followed Poseidon, a familiar voice spoke from beside her.
“Lady Amphitrite!”
“Hehe, have you been well, Athena?”
“How are you here…?”
“Well, that’s because…”
***
A sea without Poseidon— A royal palace abandoned by its king.
To anyone’s eyes, it was an irresistible target.
Typhon’s followers thought so as well.
After all, half of Tiamat’s seal had been undone. Nothing could be easier.
And as if proving their prediction right, even without Tiamat or her children emerging, the entire sea was already in turmoil.
“Kikik… You fools… know we’re just… using each other… right?”
[Please. Let’s call it a mutually beneficial arrangement. A sea without Poseidon—what an easy prize.]
“Heh. Easy for you to say. Do you even know what kind of being Poseidon is?”
At the center stood a human-shaped woman with long hair and massive ram-like horns.
On her left was the monster Tlaloc—whom Athena had fought—and the drowned goddess Lan.
On her right were Typhon’s subordinates, led by Aroadai, the Gigantes known as the Demon of the Sea.
Their atmosphere wasn’t that of allies. It was tense—dangerously so.
[So that’s why you’re all trembling like frightened dogs, unable to move? Pathetic. Weren’t you once terrors of the sea who made even gods shudder?]
Aroadai’s taunt froze the air.
The silence didn’t come from a lack of words—but from the moment the drowned goddess’ skin-net spread wide,
And Tlaloc’s elephantine tusks grew large, his face distorting monstrously.
A single spark away from violence.
And then—
A gentle yet overwhelming blue wave swept across the hall.
SPLASH!
―Enough. It appears my children have grown frightened. So I must ask you, followers of Typhon… stop. That is this mother’s request.
The woman’s voice—though she was known as the Mother of Monsters—was gentle and warm.
That voice alone calmed the near-explosive tension in an instant.
The monsters who were snarling alongside Aroadai lost their will to fight like lambs.
Even Aroadai, whose killing intent had been sharpened a moment ago, found himself forced to sheath it.
For all their posturing, Tiamat was an unknowable being—far beyond what they could grasp.
Her true strength remained unclear, and that uncertainty alone demanded fear.
Now isn’t the time to bare fangs at these beings…
[Hmph… Then what do you propose? We must fulfill Lord Typhon’s orders.]
Unable to continue posturing, the Gigante Aroadai had no choice but to attempt reasoning with Tiamat.
She stood bound hand, foot, and body, layers of restraints wrapped around her—
Yet with only her freed face and lips, she overwhelmed the entire hall.
And somewhere deep in his instincts, he felt it—
As if a guillotine blade had been lowered right above his neck.
―Well now, do as you please with your task. We will tend to ours.
Her voice held no hostility—only warmth.
But Aroadai understood the dagger hidden between her words immediately.
She meant:
“If you want to conquer the sea without Poseidon, go ahead. We will not stop you… but we will not help you.”
In other words: We used you until now, and now we’re done with you.
Fury surged within Aroadai’s chest.
He wanted nothing more than to tear these monsters limb from limb—
But one glance into Tiamat’s eyes told him what would happen if he tried.
He would die.
Unable to do anything else, Aroadai spat out a final threat.
[Fine then! When Lord Typhon wins, we’ll see what becomes of you!!!]
And with that, he stormed out with his followers.
***
Tiamat watched Aroadai leave with quiet composure, then spoke to Lan.
―Send my message to the ruler of the Oceanus Sea.
If he desires negotiation… tell him to bring Poseidon.
***
Back to Olympus
“So… that’s why Lady Amphitrite came in person.”
“Yes. Sister Euryonome is now dealing with that… Aro-something Gigantes in Tiamat’s place.”
Athena frowned deeply.
Amphitrite had come to take Poseidon.
But if Poseidon left the battlefield now, there would be no one capable of stopping Typhon.
…I still can’t handle him alone. Maybe if Kybele and Pallas join me, but…
Kybele and Pallas—though powerful—were desperately busy saving as many Olympians as possible.
Olympus was already short on numbers; the powerful gods had to stretch themselves thin.
Seeing Athena’s troubled thoughts, Amphitrite gently stroked the still-young-looking goddess’s hair.
“Don’t worry, dear. My husband isn’t needed for this.”
“…Sorry? What?”
“Gaia herself is handling negotiations with Tiamat.”
“…What?!”
Athena was even more shocked.
The one who unleashed Typhon—the living weapon—
Now wanted to help?
“That face… I understand, but Gaia has always felt guilty toward my husband. She regrets that her attempt to deal with Zeus ended up harming him. So she said she would take care of the sea herself.”
“….”
Athena could not fully comprehend it.
Imagine a burglar’s mother showing up to apologize profusely and offering money as compensation.
You wouldn’t know how to feel.
Divine affairs weren’t so simple, of course—but that was the vibe.
“Then… why did you come? You didn’t have to be here at all, did you?”
And Amphitrite hadn’t come alone.
With her were Psamathe, Perseis, Calypso, Pronoia—
Essentially Poseidon’s entire inner circle.
If I look at pure combat power… Olympus is completely outmatched…
Half the sea’s upper echelon had left their posts to come here.
Was this reinforcement?
Athena’s hope shattered at Amphitrite’s next words.
“Oh, that’s simple. We all came to watch my husband looking cool. He hasn’t fought seriously like this since Pontus, you know.”
“…….”
Athena was speechless.
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