Chapter 98: Typhon (10)
Thanks to the sea goddesses crowding the battlefield, Athena’s headache grew worse…
But Poseidon had his own problem—he was clearly reaching his limit.
More precisely, his body was.
“Tch. So this is the limit of a half-god, half-mortal body?”
―If that’s what you call the limit of a half-god, then the world would’ve long belonged to them.
A storm twisted into nine dragons and lunged at Poseidon.
BOOM!
Poseidon pierced all nine with a single blade-like thrust of his trident and grumbled:
“Now that’s rude. Attacking while talking? I could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”
―Shameless to the end. Do you think I don’t know you’re stalling for time?
You’re trying to revive Zeus, aren’t you?
“Who knows? That’s for you to figure out.”
Poseidon pretended not to hear and charged again.
From Typhon’s tone, it was clear he wasn’t fully certain.
Storms and life-force, earth and tidal waves—
The two forces collided again and again.
The battlefield no longer belonged to either side—
It belonged entirely to Poseidon and Typhon.
To the right: Typhon’s raging storms.
To the left: Poseidon’s towering tidal waves pulverizing them.
No god or monster could continue fighting.
The world had become two domains colliding head-on.
***
Meanwhile
“This battle will decide everything.”
“Hera… aren’t you afraid? If Lord Poseidon loses, we’ll be the ones sealed in Tartarus next… And he’s not even in full condition…”
“Perhaps… but Typhon isn’t either. And Iris, you know this well—Poseidon has never lost. Not once.”
Olympus wasn’t the only one anxious. Typhon’s army was just as shaken.
―Unbelievable. Even if his wounds from Zeus haven’t fully healed, isn’t Poseidon the same?
“He’s worse off. That’s only a half-mortal body he’s using.”
―Whose side are you on, Alkyoneus!?
“You think I want Poseidon to win? I’m only stating the obvious, Garm.”
―Damn you!!
***
Seven days passed…
For seven days, the battlefield belonged only to Poseidon and Typhon.
At last—an end appeared.
Poseidon’s trident, the Trident, pierced straight through Typhon’s body like a harpoon.
―Gh—!!
The trident dug deeper, consuming Typhon like a fisherman refusing to let go of his catch.
―Damn it! One moment of carelessness!
“H… hahaha… that’s how battles go….”
But Poseidon looked far worse.
To defeat Typhon, he had sacrificed heavily.
His small otter body bore gouged bite marks as if chunks of flesh had been torn away.
One arm was completely ripped off, golden ichor dripping endlessly.
If one judged only by appearances, it looked like Typhon had won.
The maelstrom dissipated.
The towering tidal waves receded.
And what remained in everyone’s view was:
—Poseidon as a collapsed little otter
—and Typhon with a spear through his abdomen.
Anyone who saw it would assume Typhon had claimed victory.
“Agh!! Is Lord Poseidon defeated?!”
“Retreat! We must retreat!!”
“Hera! Athena! We have to fall back!”
―Hahaha!! Victory is ours!!
―Glory to Lord Typhon!!
―Slaughter the filthy Olympians!!!
The battlefield tilted decisively toward Typhon’s victory.
***
The battlefield looked drastically different depending on where one stood, but the Twelve Olympians, the sea goddesses, and even the high-ranking officers of Typhon’s forces refused to be fooled.
What you see is not everything.
Poseidon had won.
The instant they realized the truth, the first to charge in were Garm, Alkyoneus, Sköll, and Hati.
Their goal was simple:
Protect Typhon, whose body could no longer move due to the Trident eating into his divine core.
Kill Poseidon, who was immobilized from his wounds.
Enormous greatswords, razor claws, and fanged jaws shot toward Poseidon.
A fatal mistake born from a moment of Olympian carelessness.
“Damn it!!!”
Someone shouted—
CLAAAANG!!
Blocked.
Greatsword met greatsword, daggers intercepted claws, shields locked against fangs, pushing the attackers back.
“I expected you to stay frozen in shock,” Alkyoneus growled.
“Did you really think you could kill our king that easily?” Athena replied coolly.
―You wretched fledgling gods! Meddling again!!
“Why don’t you take care of your own monster first? He doesn’t look like he can even move,” Perseis taunted.
―“…!!”
Athena and Perseis stopped Garm and Alkyoneus.
Psamathe and Calypso intercepted Sköll and Hati.
At that same moment, Hera and Demeter seized their chance.
Hera unleashed her simplest yet strongest magic — [Hera’s Piercing Spear].
Demeter followed with her divine authority — [Adamantine Dagger].
The attacks shot straight at Typhon’s neck and heart.
A fatal mistake for Typhon’s men: They had focused solely on killing Poseidon.
But just as Typhon was about to be pierced—
WHOOM!!
A massive axe and shield crashed between them, deflecting the blows.
“Tch!”
“This is bad—more enemies?”
“We lost a perfect opportunity…”
Standing before Hera and Demeter were the Gigantes Eurymedon and Asterios.
“Well, well… Did you really think we’d let you kill our king that easily?”
***
The Battlefield Shifts Again
With the appearance of Eurymedon and Asterios, the flow of battle changed once more.
Each side now encircled their respective king—
Olympians guarding Poseidon, Gigantes guarding Typhon— Their weapons raised against one another.
The soldiers watching were utterly confused.
Wait… wasn’t Lord Poseidon defeated?
Or was it Lord Typhon who lost?
Their bewilderment only grew as the standoff intensified.
Then Eurymedon’s relaxed, almost lazy voice echoed across the battlefield:
“Ahh, I’d prefer if we called a temporary truce. Neither of our kings is in any condition to fight, yes? Also— the one hiding over there, why don’t you come out?”
Tch.
Amphitrite stepped forward at his call.
In her hand, she held a softly glowing blue droplet of water.
“My, my… hiding with something that dangerous seems unfair,” Eurymedon said cheerfully.
“I heard you tore off Aroadai’s arm with that thing— he can’t even fight anymore.”
“Hmph. And whose fault is that? If you hadn’t dared to break Tiamat’s seal, none of this would’ve happened, and we wouldn’t need to be facing each other right now.”
Amphitrite balanced the rippling water sphere calmly in her palm.
That droplet was the Oceanus Core, a primordial mystery—
Poseidon’s symbol, And the first drop of water born into the world.
“Well, when the goddess who governs Oceanus says that, I get a little scared… Isn’t that right, Asterios?”
“……”
“Haha, I’ll take that as agreement.”
His tone was carefree, almost playful—
Yet the gods watching him felt their nerves tighten.
He didn’t feel like a typical Gigantes.
He felt like a primeval being, something akin to the three elder gods—or perhaps something even more unfathomable.
“So then,” Eurymedon continued lightly,
“what do you say, Olympians and sea goddesses? Shall we withdraw for now? A brief truce would benefit both sides, wouldn’t it?”
His gentle laughter echoed across the battlefield, leaving a deep impression—and a chilling tension—among all who heard it.
***
Psshk.
When the Trident lodged in Typhon’s body was finally pulled free, Typhon’s massive form slowly collapsed.
With that, the war entered a temporary ceasefire.
Both sides— Olympus, which had already lost much of its strength, And Typhon’s faction, whose king was too wounded to even move—
No longer had the power to continue fighting.
“Phew~ As expected of you, Lord Poseidon. If I ever had to fight you myself, my guts would be trembling.”
Poseidon silently looked at Eurymedon, who had approached him without anyone noticing.
Could this man be the one who leads the Gigantomachy after Typhon’s fall?
He’s strong. No—he’s simply absurdly strong.
Zeus is going to suffer all over again, isn’t he?
“Haha, were you sizing me up just now?”
Even though he knew Poseidon was gauging him, Eurymedon openly revealed his presence, almost inviting scrutiny.
To every other god present, his attitude was nothing short of a massive threat.
“What… is this…?”
“No need to be so startled, Lady Athena,” Eurymedon said with a casual smile.
“I only wish to maintain a cordial relationship with Lord Poseidon. Personally, I think it was a mistake to involve him in this fight from the beginning.”
In the entire battlefield, Eurymedon addressed only Poseidon with respectful speech.
It was clear he earnestly wished to form goodwill specifically with him.
“My, my… Zeus is going to have a terrible headache later. Even with prophecy involved.”
“We also know the prophecy,” Eurymedon replied cheerfully.
“Mother Gaia cursed Lord Poseidon quite fiercely, didn’t she?”
“Is that so? Well, Gaia has her reasons. But if you come peacefully, I’m more than happy to get along. I hate these grotesque, messy wars.”
“…I feel the same,” Eurymedon nodded after a moment.
“I don’t particularly enjoy war myself.”
This only deepened the suspicion of the Olympians.
Yet Eurymedon seemed utterly unconcerned and focused solely on Poseidon.
Time passed.
―Lord Eurymedon, everything is ready.
“Oh? I should get going then. Lord Poseidon—let us meet again in more peaceful times.”
“Sure. Come visit sometime.”
Eurymedon bowed only to Poseidon, then returned to his retreating forces.
“……”
Poseidon watched his departing figure and let out a quiet sigh, his eyes darkening.
Athena noticed and approached.
“Father, why would you form goodwill with someone like him?”
Athena couldn’t understand why Poseidon showed friendliness toward a Gigantes like Eurymedon—especially when he had shown little interest even in Typhon himself.
The other Olympians silently agreed and looked toward Poseidon.
“Well… that guy is extremely troublesome,” Poseidon answered calmly.
“Didn’t he hint at it earlier? He said he wouldn’t have provoked me in the first place. And he’s right. If Typhon hadn’t directly interfered with me, I would’ve never gotten involved this deeply.”
The Olympians fell silent.
The sea goddesses nodded—Poseidon was right.
“So you mean… that man is more troublesome than Typhon?” Athena pressed, her eyes sharp.
As the goddess of wisdom and war, Athena needed to understand potential threats—especially one like Eurymedon.
Poseidon paused, thinking, then answered:
“Hmm… I’m not completely certain, but… There may be another war—one comparable to the Titanomachy.”
“What… what do you mean?” Hera’s voice trembled behind them.
The mere mention of Titanomachy made every god tense.
Compared to that catastrophe, the battle with Typhon was nothing—aside from Zeus’s own blunder.
But Poseidon had spoken the word aloud.
He met Hera’s eyes, then glanced toward Demeter, whose expression had also hardened.
“Hera… that Eurymedon fellow— I doubt he’s weaker than Typhon. And beyond him…”
―If you include the other Gigantes still hiding away, their total force might surpass Olympus entirely.
“….”
Hera’s face stiffened at Poseidon’s final words, her gaze locked on the direction Eurymedon had departed.
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