Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 160 Ch. 160 The Silent Strike

Ch. 160: The Silent StrikeThe big day had finally come.

The banners and posters filled the streets of Olympus, showcasing Apollo's latest brand, with Pandora's face at its forefront. Her haunting beauty was both a lure and a warning— a reminder of the danger that lay ahead. News channels buzzed with excitement, and the city hummed with activity.

I sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, its tinted windows shielding me from the prying eyes of the press and the unsuspecting public. The air inside was tense; every breath felt heavy with the weight of what was to come. Talos sat beside me, her fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern against her thigh. She didn't speak, but her presence was grounding— a reminder that I wasn't alone in this fight.

As the vehicle approached Olympus Grand Park, the venue for the convention, the scene outside was overwhelming. The crowd stretched for what seemed like miles, thousands of mythological beings and gods mingling in ignorant bliss. The grand park itself was transformed into a spectacle, complete with flashing lights, towering screens, and a stage fit for the most ostentatious of celebrations.

The SUV pulled up before the red carpet. A sea of reporters swarmed the area, cameras flashing incessantly as I stepped out. I adjusted my suit— a deep shade of black that seemed to absorb the light around it— and made my way toward the entrance. My steps were slow and calculated, each one measured to project confidence I didn't entirely feel.

Talos was dressed in a black suit that was well fitted and showed her curves. She slipped her head under my concealment cap and I watched her appearance transform into that of Hecate. She looked at her reflection in the glass and I could see a look of displeasure on her face. "I hate looking like someone else."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled. "How can you hate it when this has only been the first time?"

"That's why I hate it." She looked at me. The cap turned invisible on her head. "Let's get on with the plan before I vomit."

I smiled. "Let's go then."

Hecate's work was simple, to take control of the security room since it had to be done manually, she would be our eyes everywhere.

We stepped out of the black SUV and made our way to the huge hall. My sights were set on the entrance of the hall, the noise from the crowd and the press I tried to die it down. I noticed the look of unease in Talos' eyes, I guess she was very cautious under such publicity. Typical shut in.

Inside, the air was electric with anticipation. The hall was a masterpiece of divine architecture, its high ceilings adorned with chandeliers that cast a golden glow. The sound of chatter and laughter echoed, masking the sinister undertones of the event. My eyes scanned the crowd,

The fight was on.

Poseidon was relentless, his attacks precise and devastating. Every strike of his trident sent ripples through the air, the sheer power behind it a reminder of why he was feared. I countered with bursts of dark energy, using the shadows to shield and strike.

Around us, the chaos continued. Talos and Hermes worked to disable the dispersers, their movements a blur as they navigated the crumbling hall. Aphrodite engaged Pandora in a battle of wills, her charm clashing against Pandora's malevolent power. All she did was keep her contained in place.

But my focus was on Poseidon. His strength was unmatched, but he was reckless, his arrogance a chink in his armor.

"Is this all you've got?" he taunted, his trident slicing through the air.

I didn't respond. Words were a distraction I couldn't afford. Instead, I waited for an opening, every move calculated to wear him down.

And then it came.

Poseidon overextended, his trident smashing into the ground with a force that shook the entire hall. In that split second, I unleashed a surge of shadow energy, enveloping him in a cocoon of darkness.

"You underestimate me," I said, my voice cold.

The shadows tightened around him, but he fought back, his raw power threatening to break free.

The fight was far from over, but for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope. We had a chance— not just to win, but to change the course of fate itself.

As the battle raged on, the clock ticked closer to the moment that would determine everything.

Author's Note: Wouldn't you want to be the first to gift me a magic castle? I'll be really grateful