The God of Underworld-Chapter 37: 3v1

Atlas gripped his colossal club and swung it with terrifying force.

The air screamed as the weapon carved through it, descending upon Prometheus and Epimetheus like an executioner’s blade.

The ground beneath them fractured and crumbled, the sheer weight of his attack sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

Prometheus barely managed to dodge, rolling to the side as the club obliterated the stone steps where he had stood a moment ago.

Dust and debris exploded into the air, but there was no time to recover, Atlas was already moving.

Epimetheus, slower than his brother, wasn’t as lucky. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing through the ruins of an ancient temple.

A deep gash tore across his chest, divine ichor seeping through his wounds. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, but his entire body ached from just that one blow.

"Damn it," Epimetheus coughed. "This is ridiculous!"

Prometheus, leaping away from another devastating strike, let out a breathless chuckle. "I did warn you, brother. Atlas is strong."

"No, you didn’t!" Epimetheus growled, stumbling back to Prometheus’ side. "You just dragged me into this! You said we can keep him busy! You liar! I shouldn’t have believed you!"

Atlas charged forward, his movements deceptively fast for someone of his size.

Each step cracked the earth beneath him, sending out quakes that threatened to topple the surrounding structures.

"You two are nothing but insects," he rumbled, his voice as heavy as the mountains he carried in myths yet to be written. "I expected more from you, Prometheus. You always did think yourself clever."

Prometheus smirked, wiping dust from his brow. "Oh, I am clever. That’s why I’m still alive."

Atlas swung again, the club crashing down with enough force to shatter the entire stairway leading up to Mount Othrys.

The impact sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, causing Olympian and Titan alike to stagger as the ground beneath them buckled.

Prometheus and Epimetheus jumped in opposite directions, barely escaping death.

But Atlas was relentless.

He was no mindless brute swinging blindly, he was precise, methodical. Every strike forced them to move exactly where he wanted them, slowly boxing them in.

Epimetheus, panting, wiped sweat and ichor from his brow. "Prometheus, tell me you have a plan."

Prometheus grinned. "Of course I do."

Epimetheus narrowed his eyes. "Is it actually a plan, or are you just stalling until we die?"

Prometheus laughed. "Can’t it be both?"

Epimetheus groaned. "I hate you."

"Join the club," Prometheus quipped.

But despite his usual bravado, Prometheus knew they were in deep trouble.

Atlas was overpowering them in every way. The Titan’s sheer strength and endurance were unlike anything they had ever faced.

They weren’t just fighting against a warrior, they were fighting against a force of nature.

Atlas didn’t slow down. He lifted his club one-handed, its divine weight making the air around it tremble.

"You cannot defeat me," he stated, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "You are not warriors. You are fools who meddle in things beyond you."

He swung again.

This time, Prometheus knew they couldn’t dodge.

"Epimetheus!" he shouted.

His brother didn’t hesitate.

With a grunt, Epimetheus thrust his hands forward. A barrier of divine energy materialized in front of them, crackling with raw power.

It was a desperate defense, but it wasn’t enough.

The moment Atlas’ club slammed into the barrier, the force shattered it instantly. The explosion of energy sent both brothers flying, tumbling across the battlefield like ragdolls.

Prometheus hit the ground hard, coughing up ichor. His vision blurred for a moment, his entire body screaming in protest.

Epimetheus was worse off. He had taken the brunt of the attack, and now he lay motionless, struggling to breathe.

Atlas strode toward them, unbothered.

"You are done."

Prometheus, still dazed, struggled to push himself up. His smirk was gone.

Atlas lifted his club for the final strike. The very sky seemed to darken, as if dreading the force of the blow.

Prometheus forced himself to move. Even if they were outmatched, even if they were doomed—he wasn’t about to die lying down.

He summoned fire in his hands, divine flames roaring to life.

Atlas brought the club down...

BOOM!

A colossal pillar of fire erupted between them, colliding with Atlas’ club and halting its descent. The flames surged wildly, forcing Atlas to step back for the first time.

Epimetheus, barely conscious, had lifted his hand, his divine energy feeding the fire.

Prometheus grinned seeing him. "You’re not done yet?"

Epimetheus, eyes half-lidded, gave him a weak smirk. "Of course not. You’d be dead without me."

Prometheus laughed. "Well, yeah. But that’s nothing new."

Atlas, watching them, finally exhaled. "Persistent insects."

His eyes darkened, and for the first time in the fight, his full power surged to the surface.

The air itself warped. The battlefield trembled.

Prometheus’ smirk faded.

Atlas was done playing around.

"You should have run when you had the chance," the Titan said. "Now, you die."

Prometheus and Epimetheus exchanged a glance.

It was at this moment, that they knew, they fucked up.

But still, they stood their ground.

Because even if they were outmatched, they weren’t going to let Atlas win. At least, not easily. They just have to stall for time until the Olympians are done with their fight.

"Death to the traitors." Atlas took a step, his club shining in golden light as he prepared to swing.

And as Prometheus and Epimetheus prepared to counter...

They felt it.

A divine power shooting towards Atlas.

Atlas barely had time to react before an invisible force slammed into his chest, sending him crashing through stone pillars and ruins.

His massive body tore through the battlefield like a meteor, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.

The impact caused the ground to tremble, knocking several soldiers off their feet.

Prometheus and Epimetheus, still catching their breath from their near defeat, whipped their heads around to see a newcomer.

Standing tall, her presence radiating divine authority, was Themis, the Titaness of Divine Law and Order.

Her piercing eyes locked onto Atlas as she descended gracefully onto the battlefield, her white robes fluttering despite the chaotic energy swirling around them.

"Themis?" Prometheus breathed, wiping blood from his lips.

Epimetheus stared, eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"

Themis lifted her hand, and the very air around them hummed with divine power.

"The Titan’s tyranny ends today," she declared. Her voice, calm yet firm, echoed across the battlefield like a divine decree.

Prometheus grinned, his eyes flickered with divine light. "Just in time."

"Don’t get distracted, Atlas won’t fall from something like that." said Themis.

And to prove her words, Atlas emerged from the rubbles.

His armor was cracked, and his brow furrowed in irritation, but he was far from beaten.

Dust and debris rolled off his massive frame as he stood up, gripping his club tighter.

He rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking loudly, and narrowed his glowing eyes at Themis.

"And here comes another traitor," he stated coldly.

Themis remained unfazed.

Atlas snorted. "It doesn’t matter if there are three of you. You will all fall just the same."

With a roar, he charged once more.

Prometheus reacted first, raising both hands as a massive wave of fire erupted from his palms.

The inferno roared toward Atlas, but the Titan swung his club with inhuman speed, dispersing the flames as if swatting away smoke.

Epimetheus, still recovering, gathered divine energy into his fists and charged alongside Themis. The two flanked Atlas from opposite sides, forcing him to split his attention.

Themis, moving with grace and precision, lifted her hand, and golden chains of divine law erupted from the earth, attempting to ensnare Atlas.

"Tch!" Atlas leapt into the air, dodging the chains as they coiled like serpents around the battlefield.

He flipped midair and came down with a devastating strike, his club slamming into the ground—

BOOM!

A shockwave rippled outward, tearing apart the land, sending dust and divine debris flying.

Prometheus and Epimetheus shielded their eyes, while Themis stood her ground, unwavering.

But before Atlas could follow up—

CRACK!

A golden barrier of divinity materialized between him and Themis, blocking his strike. The impact sent out a burst of light, forcing Atlas to stagger back.

Prometheus saw his chance. "Epimetheus, now!"

Epimetheus, despite his exhaustion, summoned all his strength and slammed his fists together.

A burst of raw divine energy exploded outward, colliding into Atlas’ exposed side.

Atlas grunted, skidding back, but he remained standing.

Atlas narrowed his eyes at Themis, realizing she was the biggest threat.

With a growl, he lunged toward her, swinging his club with terrifying force.

But Themis was prepared.

With a mere flick of her wrist, the battlefield shifted.

Atlas’ feet suddenly sank into the ground, as if the very earth had turned to liquid.

His eyes widened. "What—?"

"Judgment," Themis intoned. "The land itself rejects you. It will drag you down to the depths of Underworld."

Atlas roared, forcing his way free, but Prometheus was already on him, flames swirling around his fists.

Prometheus punched forward, a blast of divine fire erupting straight at Atlas’ chest.

Atlas crossed his arms, blocking it, but the force still sent him skidding back.

Epimetheus followed up immediately, smashing a boulder-sized chunk of divine energy straight into Atlas’ jaw.

CRACK!

The impact sent Atlas staggering, ichor dripping from his mouth.

But the Titan refused to fall.

The three warriors pushed Atlas back, fighting with everything they had.

Prometheus danced around him, launching flames and quick attacks, dodging just before Atlas could counter.

Epimetheus fought more recklessly, using brute force to batter Atlas with pure, physical powert.

Themis remained controlled, using her divine authority to subtly manipulate the battlefield, disrupting Atlas’ balance, creating barriers, and binding his movements whenever possible.

Despite their efforts, Atlas refused to go down. His strength was relentless, his will unyielding.

And yet, for the first time, he was being pushed back.

Prometheus, breathing hard, grinned. "Looks like you’re not invincible after all, Atlas."

Atlas gritted his teeth, wiping the ichor from his lip.

"You think you’ve won?" he rumbled. "I am Atlas. The Titan of Strength and Endurance! I will never fall!"

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Across from him, Prometheus wiped blood from his mouth, his usual cheeky grin replaced with a grim expression.

"Oh my me, you’re ridiculously overpowered," he muttered, shaking his aching hands. "I swear, I feel like we’ve barely done anything to you."

Epimetheus, standing beside him, grimaced. His arms trembled from the sheer force of their battle.

"He’s not unbeatable," Themis said, her voice resolute. "We have the advantage now. He’s tired, and we have him outnumbered."

Atlas snorted. "Tired? Outnumbered? You think exhaustion and numbers is enough to stop me?"

He slammed his club into the ground, and a seismic wave tore through the battlefield, sending Prometheus and Epimetheus stumbling backward.

Themis held her ground, divine barriers forming around her like rippling golden rings, absorbing the force.

"I will not be defeated," Atlas declared, lifting his club high. "I will crush you all."

With a roar, he swung his weapon, tearing through the battlefield with a devastating arc.

Prometheus barely dodged, rolling to the side before launching a spiraling inferno straight at Atlas’ face.

BOOM!

Atlas staggered, momentarily blinded. Epimetheus used the opening, rushing in with a burst of divine energy, slamming his fist into Atlas’ ribs.

CRACK!

Atlas grunted in pain.

Themis followed up immediately, lifting her hand as golden chains of divine law erupted from the ground, wrapping around Atlas’ arms and legs, tightening like vipers.

"Yield, Atlas," she commanded. "It’s over."

Atlas growled, muscles bulging as he fought against the divine bindings.

"No," he hissed. "I refuse to fall!"

And then...

The air shifted.

A terrifying wave of power erupted from Atlas’ body, the sheer force of it sending Prometheus, Epimetheus, and Themis flying backward.

BOOOOOM!

Prometheus skidded across the battlefield, coughing violently. Epimetheus crashed into a pile of rubble, groaning. Themis landed on her feet, but even she looked slightly shaken.

Atlas rose again, eyes blazing like twin suns.

"I WILL END THIS!" Atlas’ voice shook the very air, and suddenly, golden energy began coalescing around him.

The heavens rumbled, the battlefield quaked, and then, a colossal beam of energy erupted from his form, pure destructive force hurtling toward the three warriors.

Prometheus, Epimetheus, and Themis barely had time to react.

"STOP HIM!" Themis shouted.

All three countered at once.

Prometheus raised his arms, summoning an all-consuming inferno, fire burning so hot it turned space itself to ash.

Epimetheus gathered every last ounce of his power, shaping an unstoppable divine force, condensing it into a single, devastating counter-strike.

Themis lifted both hands, calling upon the very foundations of divine law, forming a massive sigil of golden light, a power strong enough to defy even the Titans.

Their powers collided with Atlas’ blast.

The battlefield erupted in an explosion so massive that the entire war seemed to halt for a moment.

Light. Fire. Power. The world itself trembled.

Atlas roared, pushing forward, unwilling to give in.

Prometheus gritted his teeth, his arms burning from the sheer strain.

Epimetheus felt his bones crack, but he refused to yield.

Themis stood firm, her golden power flickering.

The three of them, against Atlas.

The clash lasted only moments, but to them, it felt like eternity.

And then...

Atlas faltered.

His power wavered.

The combined force of Prometheus’ flames, Epimetheus’ divine strike, and Themis’ divine law—finally overwhelmed him.

"RAAAAAAGH!"

With a final explosion, Atlas’ beam shattered.

The blastback sent him hurtling through the air, crashing into the ruins behind him.

Silence engulfed the battlefield.

A beat later.

Prometheus staggered forward, breath ragged. "I think we did it."

Epimetheus collapsed to one knee, exhausted. "You think?"

Themis walked forward slowly, watching as Atlas lay there—motionless.

His massive chest heaved with labored breaths. His armor was shattered, his divine essence flickering. His club lay forgotten beside him.

He was defeated.

For the first time in his existence, Atlas had fallen.

Prometheus wiped sweat from his brow, exhaling shakily.

"Finally... about time," he muttered.

Themis looked down at Atlas, her expression unreadable.

"It is over Atlas," she said.

Atlas grunted, chuckling weakly.

"Hah... So this is how it ends." He exhaled heavily, staring up at the sky. "It seems... even I have limits."

Prometheus tilted his head. "You don’t sound that upset about it."

Atlas gave a small, tired smirk. "Perhaps... I always knew it would come to this."

Epimetheus, finally catching his breath, leaned back against a broken pillar.

"Well," he sighed, "we actually did it. We beat Atlas."

He closed his eyes. He knew, once this war was over, he will receive his judgment.

And there was no escaping that.

Themis remained silent for a moment. Then, she turned toward the battlefield.

"This war isn’t over yet."

Prometheus followed her gaze, eyes narrowing as he observed Mount Othrys. "All that’s left is Cronus."

Themis and Epimetheus nodded, thinking of the clash that would decide the fate of the cosmos.