CHAPTER 500: THE FALL OF OLYMPUS 15

But Adam was not merely defending. Each time Zeus materialised to attack, his consciousness tracked the god’s movement. His spatial awareness had been honed through battles and instincts, and Zeus’s electrical form was merely another pattern to be understood and countered.

When Zeus appeared on the northern peak to launch another assault, Adam was waiting. His blink carried him through space to appear directly above the god, his left hand extended toward Zeus’s position. The plasma explosion that erupted was not a single detonation but a cascade of stellar fire that spread across the mountainside like a wave of destruction.

Zeus’s form was caught in the blast, his electrical essence scattered across the electromagnetic spectrum. But the King of the Gods had survived the Titanomachy, had endured challenges that would have destroyed lesser beings. His consciousness pulled itself back together, reforming on the western face of the mountain with his divine fury intensified.

"You begin to understand," Zeus acknowledged, his voice carrying a note of grudging respect. "But understanding is not mastery, mortal. Watch as I show you the true scope of divine power!"

The god’s form began to expand, his electrical essence spreading outward until it encompassed the entire mountain. Lightning danced between the peaks, creating a web of energy that turned Mount Olympus itself into a massive conductor. Zeus’s consciousness rode the current, allowing him to manifest anywhere within the electrical field at will.

The assault that followed was beyond anything Adam had yet experienced. Lightning struck from every direction simultaneously, each bolt perfectly timed to exploit the gaps in his defenses. The plasma barriers that had protected him began to fail under the coordinated assault, their surfaces cracking as they struggled to absorb the incredible energies being directed against them.

Adam’s response was to embrace the chaos that defined his nature. His form began to blur as he blinked rapidly, appearing and disappearing in a pattern that defied prediction. Each manifestation was accompanied by an explosion of plasma that struck at the electrical field Zeus was using to maintain his distributed form.

The battle became a dance of energies that transcended physical combat. Zeus’s lightning and Adam’s plasma met in collisions that created new forms of matter, exotic particles that existed for nanoseconds before annihilating themselves in bursts of pure energy. The air itself began to break down under the strain, creating pockets of vacuum that imploded with sounds like breaking reality.

Mount Olympus shook under the assault, its ancient foundations cracking. The marble that had stood for eons began to sublimate, transforming directly from solid to gas under the incredible heat. The very air became plasma, creating an atmosphere of superheated matter that pulsed with each collision of divine forces.

Zeus materialised on the eastern slope, his form now burning with the intensity of a captured star. His arms spread wide, and the storm clouds above began to descend, bringing with them lightning that had been brewing in the upper atmosphere. Each bolt was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, perfectly aimed and timed to overwhelm Adam’s defenses.

But Adam’s spatial mastery had evolved beyond mere teleportation. His consciousness now existed partially outside normal space, allowing him to perceive the electrical patterns that Zeus was using to coordinate his attacks. When the god appeared on the southern peak to launch another assault, Adam was already moving.

The blink carried him not to where Zeus was, but to where the god would be. His right hand swept out as he materialised, and a spear of concentrated plasma pierced the space that Zeus’s form would occupy in the next instant. The god’s electrical essence was forced to scatter to avoid the attack, his consciousness temporarily disrupted as his control over the local electromagnetic field was shattered.

Zeus reformed on the western face, his divine fury now reaching levels that threatened to tear apart the fabric of reality itself. "You dare!" he roared, his voice carrying harmonics that resonated across the entire realm. "You dare to anticipate the movements of a god!"

The King of the Gods’ form began to change, his electrical essence compressing until it became a miniature star floating above the mountain. The light that emanated from his compressed form was not mere illumination but the raw essence of creation, energy that had existed before the first atoms formed. The temperature around him rose to levels that would have been impossible in normal space, sustained only by his divine will.

Lightning erupted from Zeus’s compressed form in patterns that created geometric shapes that were too painful to look at directly. They struck Adam’s position from angles that shouldn’t have existed, exploiting weaknesses in space itself.

Adam’s plasma barriers reformed instantly, their surfaces now rippling with patterns that mirrored the geometric impossibilities Zeus was creating. But the god’s assault was relentless, each lightning bolt carrying enough power to ignite atmospheres. The barriers began to fail, their surfaces cracking as they struggled to absorb energies that challenged the fundamental laws of physics.

The battle had transcended mere combat, becoming a conflict between opposing principles of existence. Zeus fought to maintain the order he had established, his every attack designed to reinforce the cosmic hierarchy that placed gods above mortals. Adam fought to shatter those limitations, his every movement an act of defiance against the authorities that sought to define what was possible.

The mountain beneath them began to collapse, its ancient structure unable to withstand the forces being unleashed upon it. The very air screamed as it was torn apart by energies that belonged in the void between galaxies.

Zeus’s compressed form pulsed with the rhythm of a divine heartbeat, each pulse sending waves of lightning across the disintegrating mountain. When he spoke, his words carried the weight of cosmic authority.

"This ends now, mortal. I will not allow chaos to unmake the order I have spent eternity building. Witness the full power of the King of the Gods!"

The compressed star that contained Zeus’s essence began to expand, its light growing brighter as it drew power from each worship he had received since the dawn of time. Lightning erupted from its surface in fractal patterns.

Adam’s response was to embrace the instincts that set him apart from every other being who had challenged the gods. When he blinked, he didn’t merely teleport—he stepped through reality with blind confidence, knowing exactly where Zeus would strike from next.