In the abyss, violent lightning spread downward.
At a certain moment, the trembling thunder exploded with a deafening boom. Twisted, chaotic bolts radiated outward like the massive root veins spreading beneath the earth, rendered in sharply distinct black and white.
Cronus stood upon the ground, looking up at Russell in the sky. His body felt abnormally heavy, and even moving a hand or foot was immensely difficult.
As a Titan who stood undefeated so long as he stood upon the earth, he was intimately familiar with this power. Before Gaia abandoned the Titans, he too had been able to borrow it.
For a moment, he suspected that Russell and Gaia were having an affair.
The fleeting thought was quickly discarded. What Gaia hated most was the sky, and if he was also a King of Gods, then he perfectly met the criteria for a spot on her little blacklist for revenge.
Rumble!
Watching the lightning continuously flash in the sky, along with the thunder beasts baring their fangs and claws, ready to swarm down at any moment, Cronus exhaled a blast of hot air and waved a hand, summoning a black scythe from the void.
It was about the length of a man. Its blade was dark and profound, exuding a dense aura of curses and ill omen.
"Fourth-generation King of Gods, you should not have released me. In this world, I may be the only one capable of harming the Sky Titan..."
Cronus spoke softly. Whether Russell could hear him or not, he swung his scythe open a pitch-black rift and accelerated into it.
The next instant, a crack opened behind Russell. A dark scythe emerged and slashed straight down at his neck.
Where its blade passed, lightning, storms, and even space itself were split in two.
Its cold