Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 505: Phobos’s Death

Phobos trembled violently as he looked small, helpless, and broken.

For the first time in existence, the God of Fear felt fear.

Sharky stood over the depowered Phobos, his presence calm but overwhelming. In his hand, he held Phobos’s divine fear core, glowing faintly with corrupted energy.

Phobos, broken and barely holding himself together, looked up at Sharky with burning hatred and shouted through blood and shadow.

"So... you feel the pain of losing your daughter," he sneered. "You came all this way for her."

He laughed weakly. "Good. Suffer, Sharky... suffer the way I did."

Then his eyes sharpened with malice.

"Even if you destroy me," Phobos spat, "you will never find your daughter."

With what little strength he had left, he raised his hand and gave a final command.

"Serpent of Ruin... take her."

Shadows twisted violently as the Serpent of Ruin moved to take Astrid away, toward a place only Phobos knew.

Sharky’s composure shattered.

"You will not take her," he said, his voice dropping into pure rage as power surged around him. He was about to activate Cosmic Nexus—

But Phobos laughed.

"No... "YOU WON’T CATCH IT!"

Before Sharky could act, Phobos crushed his own fear core.

The sphere detonated in his hand.

A violent pulse ripped through the Shadow Realm.

Phobos screamed as the energy tore him apart.

Without the fear core sustaining it, Phobos’s Fear Shadow Realm began to collapse.

The sky cracked like shattered glass. The ground melted into black liquid. Dark lightning ripped through the air as reality destabilized.

The realm screamed as it broke apart. And Astrid was being taken farther away.

Sharky seized the fabric of space-time and activated Cosmic Nexus, forcing time itself to reverse around the collapsing Fear Shadow Realm.

The realm rewound smoothly, only for Phobos to detonate himself again, and when Sharky reversed time once more, Phobos destroyed himself again, repeating the cycle until Sharky rewound time back to the exact moment he first arrived before him.

This time, Sharky ignored Phobos entirely and moved instantly toward Astrid, reaching out to grab her, only for his hand to pass straight through her as the image dissolved into smoke.

Sharky froze. It was a perfect illusion.

Laughter echoed through the collapsing realm. "Haha... HAHAHA!"

Phobos, leaning against a broken pillar, laughed hysterically. His body was cracked and unstable, dissolving piece by piece, yet his madness only deepened.

"You see it now, don’t you?" he said, his voice twisted with triumph.

"From the moment, no, even before you entered the Shadow Realm. I knew someone had arrived. I didn’t know it was you... but I was prepared."

He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth, and continued laughing.

"I already sent your daughter away. This place, my Fear Shadow Realm, exists outside normal time. No matter how much you rewind, you can’t return to the moment before you entered it."

Sharky’s eyes darkened.

"You can’t find her," Phobos sneered. "Because she was never truly here, after you entered."

Astrid was already being carried to a place Phobos believed Sharky could never reach.

Phobos let out one final, broken laugh.

"I planned my escape too," he admitted weakly. "What I didn’t plan for... was how easily you would crush me."

Sharky’s Luminara aura darkened as mana resonated in violent pulses, cracking the ground beneath him while space distorted around his fists.

He raised his arm, and a storm of pure mana began to gather, roaring like a collapsing star.

Phobos’s laughter only grew louder.

"What will you do, Sharky?" he mocked. "Kill me?"

Sharky’s voice thundered through the realm.

"I WILL ERASE YOU."

Phobos’s eyes widened, yet he still laughed madly. "Haha... but after killing me, you will face my father."

BOOOOOOM— 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Sharky released a catastrophic mana eruption.

Light detonated across the Fear Shadow Realm, and the entire dimension shattered like a dying star, cracks ripping through reality itself.

"No matter who stands in my way, I will crush everything," Sharky shouted as he closed his glowing hand around Phobos’s head and crushed it.

Phobos’s body disintegrated, shadow and blood scattering into nothingness as his existence was erased.

And then he was gone, completely, utterly, forever.

As the realm collapsed and Phobos faded away, Sharky stood alone in the breaking darkness, fists clenched, fury burning cold and absolute.

Astrid was alive, but she was gone.

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But Sharky did not know that the instant Phobos was erased, a shockwave of divine energy rippled across the heavens.

High above the mortal realms, a single Olympian statue cracked down the center. Flames burst violently from sacred braziers. Thunder rolled across the celestial peaks.

A golden alarm bell, one that had not rung in ten thousand years, began to toll.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Every god froze. Every demigod trembled. Because there was only one reason that the bell could ring.

An Olympian had died.

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Inside the Grand Hall of Olympus, Zeus sat upon his throne of storms when the tremor struck, he was tall and broad-shouldered, every muscle carved like marble. His golden beard was woven with faint arcs of lightning, and his storm-white eyes glowed with restrained fury. Power radiated from him even at rest.

The Hall of Eternal Dawn responded, its colossal golden doors slowly opening as the gods began to arrive.

Hera entered first, regal and immaculate, her flawless ivory skin untouched by time. Her hair was braided with royal gold and emeralds, and her presence alone bent lesser gods into silence.

Athena entered next, silver eyes sharp and calculating, clad in bronze armor forged by Hephaestus himself. Her calm beauty carried the weight of strategy and war, intimidating without effort.

Apollo stepped in, radiant and ethereal, his hair glowing like captured sunlight. Every movement he made left faint golden trails in the air.

Artemis arrived in quiet grace, moonlit skin marked with silver runes, her eyes like a calm night sky. She moved with the poise of a huntress who never missed.

Aphrodite entered next, her beauty unreal and overwhelming, impossible to fully describe. Even gods averted their gaze, unsettled by her presence.

Ares strode in like living war, scarred and brutal, an iron-blood aura rolling off him. His red eyes burned beneath armor forged of living flame and metal.

Hephaestus followed, powerful and rugged, molten fire glowing faintly within his mechanical limbs, each step heavy with craftsmanship and strength.

Hermes appeared lightly, thin and sharp-eyed, silver wings on his ankles shimmering even when he stood still, as if he might vanish at any moment.

Poseidon entered, tall and imposing, sea-green hair flowing like tides. His trident hummed softly, carrying the sound of distant storms.

Hades emerged last from a curl of shadow, pale and dark-haired, his eyes holding galaxies of death and silence. Shadows clung to him like loyal companions.

Demeter, Dionysus, Persephone, Hebe, Nike, and other Olympians filled the radiant chamber, each divine, each terrifying or breathtaking in their own way, as the hall itself glowed with celestial gold and marble and constellations drifted across the ceiling.

Slowly, all eyes turned to Zeus.

Zeus rose slowly. Lightning bled from his eyes, crawling across his beard and shoulders.

"Who dares," he thundered, his voice shaking the air itself, "to slay a son of Olympus?"

Hera covered her mouth, her face pale.

Ares clenched his fists, war aura boiling off him like heat from a forge.

Athena’s eyes widened in rare disbelief.

Hermes, usually grinning, stood completely frozen.

Apollo stopped mid-song, his lyre slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.

Artemis tightened her grip on her silver bow, instincts screaming.

An unthinkable truth hung over Olympus. A god had been killed.

The Oracle of Delphi materialized in a column of golden flame, her eyes pure white as her body hovered above the marble floor, and her voice echoed across realms, planes, and fate itself.

"An Olympian has fallen," she proclaimed. "His soul has been denied rebirth. His fate has been severed from the tapestry of time."

Zeus slammed his staff against the floor, thunder exploding outward as he demanded, "NAME THE ONE WHO HAS PERISHED."

The Oracle turned her empty gaze toward the throne and answered in a steady, echoing voice, "Phobos, God of Fear, Son of Ares."

Hearing the name of the fallen god,no one mourned. Not Hera, not Athena, not Poseidon, not Hades, not even Zeus himself.

Because Phobos had already been banished, stripped of honor, and cast out for allying with Skarn, so his death meant nothing to them personally.

While what truly mattered was how a god had been killed and who had done it.

Ares, however, staggered backward, and for a brief moment the God of War looked almost human as his breath caught, his fists trembled, and he whispered in disbelief, "My... son...?"

No one answered, and no one moved to comfort him, because one question overshadowed even his grief, "A god has fallen. What could kill him?"

Hera gasped and covered her mouth, while Hades frowned deeply, shadows crawling up his cloak as he muttered, "That should be impossible."

A blur of light streaked through the hall as Hermes vanished and returned an instant later, appearing beside Zeus with his body trembling and his usual composure shattered, his voice cracking as he said, "There is no body, no soul, no echo, no trace."

The gods recoiled, because even gods, when slain, always leave something behind, a soul fragment, a divine echo, a memory imprint, a ripple in time, but here there was nothing.

Athena whispered in quiet dread, "This... is erasure."

Hades stepped forward, alarm clear in his voice, and said slowly, "If a god leaves no underworld echo, then they were not merely killed," before looking directly at Zeus and finishing, "They were erased from existence."

The Grand Hall erupted into chaos.

Ares growled, "Someone erased him. Name the killer!"

Zeus raised a hand, silencing him.

"We do not yet know," Zeus said calmly. "But we will find out."

He turned toward the center of the hall and called out, "Chronos-Seers, reveal the final moments of Phobos."

Seven robed figures appeared inside the hall, each wearing an hourglass mask. They were servants of the Titan Chronos, watchers of divine time.

They placed a floating mirror made of liquid hourglass sand at the center of the chamber.

"Show us," Zeus commanded.

The mirror rippled as light swirled within it, and the gods leaned forward, expecting to see the killer, the weapon, and the moment of death.

But instead, only one thing appeared. The destruction of Phobos’s Fear Shadow Realm.

They witnessed a massive implosion, a collapsing dimension, and a storm of shadows disintegrating, yet the interior, the figures, and the killer were completely absent, as if they were watching a door explode while everything inside remained invisible.

Athena scowled as Hades frowned deeply, Poseidon stepped forward, gripping his trident.

Ares roared in fury, "WHY CAN WE NOT SEE INSIDE!?"

The Chronos-Seers spoke together, their voices perfectly aligned.

"The Fear Shadow Realm lies within the Shadow Realm, and the Shadow Realm exists outside the flow of Olympian time; it obeys no Titan, no god, and no fate, and we can only witness its collapse, not its contents."

Zeus’s eyes narrowed as he said, "So we do not know who killed him."

The Seers bowed. "Correct."

A tense silence spread across the Grand Hall, leaving no answers, only more questions.