We Reach The End

A weakening blue light surrounded Typhon's figure, stripping him of everything... absolutely everything. He stared at his grinning opponent, his face showing neither despair nor anger. It only showed a calm resignation. There was no doubt he was feeling the two aforementioned emotions, but they were all covered by pure, complete resignation.

He had fallen into a trap. While he thought he was in control, the true predator was slowly guiding him to his demise. He had been chasing a reflection while his opponent was right behind him the whole time. The Storm God had trapped him into his snare.

Typhon stopped for a moment, trying to assess his current condition, but Baal would not even give time for him to feel helpless. First, he teleported above his enemy and delivered a lightning-infused ax-kick on his head, causing the titanic figure to plummet down at great speeds. Next, he used his trident to create an enormous whirlpool that swallowed every Demon God Pillar and made way for Typhon to fall into the deep abyss.

Now that he had control over Poseidon's Water Authority, things like choosing who to affect with the currents was a trifling matter, so the Golden Hind and its still unconscious — except for the quiet, observant Fou — occupants were not influenced by the sucking force of his attack.

Baal then observed his weaponless hand as he pondered some things. 'His promise was to let this be the end of that Demi-God, but that is not possible anymore, so instead, I will let you take part in the destruction of the vermin that tried to absorb your dear Master, little girl.'

Once his decision was made, three small, glowing tri-colored orbs appeared above his open palm moving in circles like planets orbiting around the sun. Observing them for a moment, he threw them toward the morning and cloudless sky.

After traveling a good distance, the orbs disappeared out of nowhere, only to be replaced by some Magic Circles resembling some sort of mandala that gradually expanded in size until they covered a grand part of the battlefield.

Those Magic Circles didn't stay for long either. It rapidly converged into a single small point, and that point soon became an enormous line that seemed to tear the sky in two.

Like a mouth, it opened to reveal the dark world within, a world where a pair of red shining eyes observed the ocean below. Those eyes held tremendous hatred, so there was no hesitation from their owner at the moment of launching an attack.

A blue beam shot out from the darkness directly into the hole caused by Baal's whirlpool, heading straight to the still falling but barely visible Typhon.

'Pfft. Show off.' Baal rolled his eyes as he watched the energy attack descend into the dark abyss below. The sound of a roar echoed for a bit before fading away shortly after.

Once the strike was over, the tear in the sky began to close, ending the virtual manifestation of Mars. The Storm God didn't stop his continuous assault on Typhon, though. He unsummoned Longinus, his trident, and Seth's spear and fully shapeshifted into his griffin form, quickly flying upward. Now without his stolen weapon, his Water Authority stopped working, making the ocean close once again, burying Typhon underneath.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.

A voice sounded in Baal's ears as he kept flying faster and faster, causing the edges of his beak to rise. Five minutes later, he finally made it into the last layer of the Earth's atmosphere, the Exosphere. Once he reached it, he stopped his ascension and maneuvered his body to face the blue planet beneath him.

Everything was covered in water. If he tried really hard enough, he would be able to see some green, but blue was the primary color in this place. 'Strange. Are we on the same Earth? Parallel universe perhaps? We never did research on these types of phenomenons, so I do not have anything to go by.'

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, Baal fully extended his wings as the sun started to loom over the Earth's horizon. Out of nowhere, his body began to shine as if absorbing energy from the fiery star before golden-colored flames surrounded his figure, making him look like an animal torch.

His face scrunched in pain, but the most notorious change was in his eyes. They focused and unfocused repeatedly in a seemingly eternal loop. It was only after a lot of willpower that he managed to regain stability once more.

'It is at moments like these that I hate not having my own body.' Baal's thoughts were filled with annoyance. Yet, he knew now was not the time to comment on his situation. He had a job to finish.

The flaming bird uttered a cry that was silenced by the endless void. Nevertheless, it still achieved the desired effect.

An illusory sea of stars appeared above him, overlapping with the real one all around. There, in the middle of it, a lone, small, and white-colored planet with blue and yellow gradients stood. However, this planet was not so alone like it seemed at first. Behind it, the darkness parted to reveal the sun in all its glory. The two forever together even in the emptiness of space.

Baal didn't care about the symbolism behind it, though. He just used the small planet as fuel to power himself up even more. The golden flames soon took a gray tint to them, subsequently combining the power of the star and the planet. If Mars was an attack-type, then the planet that represented Seth, Mercury, was an enhancement-type.

After mixing both powers, he was finally ready to begin his descent, something he did. The Strom God drew his wings back and stooped down like a meteor. With gravity on his side this time, his dive was faster than his climbing. That said, he was still not satisfied, so he began to spin at fast speeds while returning to the planet.

The fire that covered his Griffin form like a layer soon engulfed his everything, hiding him from view. Dual-colored flames then gave way to the shape of the outline of a bird who continued unimpeded.

Inside the Earth, concretely on the previous battlefield, an enormous and panting figure was exiting the ocean. The pressure of the depths had trapped him for a few minutes, but he was able to finally break free despite the mysteriously weakened state he was in right now. As if that wasn't enough, his body was full of bruises. His regeneration was taking care of that, but it would take some time.

Typhon was sure that Baal didn't tell him everything about that Noble Phantasm of his. After all, even if he was stripped away from everything, he still had his strength, something he took pride in. However, even that seemed to be failing him at the moment.

The first thing he did was to look around for any signs of his opponent, yet he found none. Not even the other insects were on sight. What he didn't know was that the Leviathan had moved the Golden Hind away, knowing perfectly well that maniac would not care another time about their safety. The only thing remaining was that accursed Noble Phantasm calmly floating, yet Typhon didn't want to recklessly attack in fear of another ploy.

But everything else didn't matter now. He needed to escape and bid his time. This was already a lost battle, there was nothing he could do. Typhon mentally cursed himself for falling into Baal's trap. He should be careful about what he said in the future, or just don't speak at all.

'I better get out of here and fast. I don't know where he is or why he disappeared, but I don't want to find out either.' Thinking so, Typhon flapped his wounded wings and took off to the skies. Choosing a random direction, he started his fly.

What he didn't notice, though, was a small light in the distance, leaving a comet-like trail as he descended. It was only when it was too late that he was made aware of the incoming peril. The sudden sound and increase in temperature were a big factor in his realization.

When he turned around mid-fly, a huge force unlike any other slammed into him. Yet, instead of carrying him down with it, it penetrated his chest like a drill, exiting from his back while leaving a path of burning flesh behind and crashing into the ocean, generating a splash of massive size. As the ocean was deep around these parts, Baal didn't hit the ocean floor, and by logic, didn't make any large water displacements, so no one except for Typhon who received the full brunt of his attack was affected.

"Gah!" Blood shot out of the King of Monster's mouth after a strange cough. His consciousness blacked out for a moment before returning immediately after due to the burning pain. His body felt heavy and frozen. As if the smallest of movements required the largest of efforts to make.

Naturally, he started to fall powerlessly. There was nothing he could do other than to fall into the ocean for the nth time in this fight. Watching the morning sky was the only thing he was able to do in that moment of weakness.

But, as if fate was not done with him, his suffering—his despair, continued.

Before he was able to land on the watery surface, a massive crocodile half the size of Typhon jumped out of it with his jaws wide open, quickly latching onto his snake arm, temporarily stopping his fall. The gargantuan reptile then somersaulted at the same time he shook his head from side to side, ripping Typhon's arm off with little effort and making him resume his descent.

Baal's action helped mitigate the landing, though, so the son of Tartarus only sunk a little, but a grand part of his body still remained afloat, enough to see his limb being treated as food. Baal only transformed back after he finished gobbling his arm up.

"Revenge is always sweet, isn't it?" The Storm God commented as he gently landed on the ocean surface. They were eaten by that arm, and now that arm was eaten by them. The irony was truly wonderful in his eyes.

"From the very beginning... I did not have a chance... did I?" Typhon asked while his eyes moved to Baal. Even rotating his head was extremely painful.

« "There is no past to remember." Instead of answering, Baal started to chant the Noble Phantasm of Typhon's demise. Giant stone tables appeared out of nowhere in the air and began to encircle his fallen foe.

""No present to live."" Thutmose illusory form appeared behind the Deity and chanted together with him.

""And no future to look forward to."" Once the stone tables completely surrounded Typhon, numerous hieroglyphs engraved themselves on them one by one, seemingly recording something.

""Life is the beginning, yet death is not the end. Your name is your identity on the other side, but now, it will be erased, and with it your existence."" The hieroglyphs went from tablet to tablet as if detailing a story. However, when the last tablet was completed, the process reversed, and those symbols soon started to fade in the opposite direction they were created.

Typhon obviously catching on to what he was trying to do immediately used his will to force his body to move. It was incredibly challenging, but he was able to do it. He didn't know if he was slithering or crawling, but what mattered to him was that he was moving.

Unfortunately for him, there would be no way out, and three sudden pains made him realize exactly that. The giant forms of Longinus, Poseidon's ex trident, and Seth's spear were impaling his body against the ocean as if it was a solid surface, preventing him from moving. The first one had wounded his left shoulder, the second, his spine, and the third, his tail.

He looked back one last time as the hieroglyphs were near erasure, his gaze with unyielding hate. However, what stared back at him was the same mocking face, the one that never treated him as a superior being, nor as an equal, and probably neither as someone lesser than him, just a nobody.

『Deir el-Bahri, Hatshepsut's fall!』»

Those words marked the end of everything. A while light shined inside the encirclement. Above Typhon, a woman clad in golden armor appeared, preventing others from seeing her features except for her gender.

As soon as she appeared, she outstretched her hand in his direction, causing his body to shake violently before an exact copy of Typhon exited his body, only that this one was white—almost transparent. Typhon's eyes immediately lost their luster, and his body its resistance.

The woman converged the copy into a ball before crushing it into her hands, finally putting an end to the monster's existence, forever. She then turned to the God who was watching the events with a mocking smirk. "You should stop using that body if you know what is good for you, Baal. You must."

In response, Baal gave her his middle finger. "Fuck you in the ass, Ma'at. If you have any funny ideas I will shove your father's staff in the place you like so much, you kinky slut."

The woman, now identified as Ma'at, the Goddess of Cosmic Order just clenched her first before helplessly disappearing when Baal canceled his Noble Phantasm. He didn't want his good mood to disappear, after all.

"Well then..." He adopted a harmless smile as waves of darkness began to engulf his figure.

"𝐓h𝐢s 𝐢s 𝐩a𝐲b𝐚c𝐤 f𝐨r 𝐝a𝐫i𝐧g 𝐭o 𝐞a𝐭 𝐦e, 𝐲o𝐮 l𝐢t𝐭l𝐞 s𝐡i𝐭!" They quickly covered his whole body, showing a malevolent and grinning face as a distorted voice echoed in the surroundings. The darkness soon extended from him to the carcass that was Typhon's body, rapidly engulfing him as well.

When they retracted fully, the monster was no more, and Baal had a happy expression as he burped, a happy expression that soon turned into a scowl. "Fuck! What is this shit?! Why give me these useless Skills?!"

Obviously discontent with what he had received after eating his enemy, Baal cursed and cursed until he finally got tired. "Forget it. I should take my awakening as the true prize for this. It was kind of boring for my first fight, but I guess I can't be picky. The next one should be that fellow who helped the vermin."

He then turned to the skies, a smirk returning to his face. "You are watching, aren't you? I admit I have to thank you for making the battle a little more appetizing, but you chose the wrong worm to assist that pest. Baal is the Ultimate God, not a tentacle from that geezer's fairy tale. I will be waiting to see if you have the same courage to put that thing in front of me or not, mage."

With his part said, Baal started walking in the Chaldeans' direction. The battle was over, and the result was not surprising, at least to him. From start to end, he always had Typhon within his grasp. As they say, the higher they go, the harder they fall. That face he made when all his hopes were crushed was absolutely delightful.

In the end, it was his absolute victory.