Welcome back! Let's get right into it!

Shadowhunter2077: "Liked the build up to the invision, I really want to see what the Son of Odin is capable of doing against Jormungand.

And man I wonder the shit that's going to happen when they need to go to the Shinto pantheon because that's going to have some bad blood between then and the Olympians.

Also I think that it would be nice if they had a Roman demigod during this arc like a son of Jupiter or other Roman god, especially when they saw the Norse camp he could have Captain America moment when Steve saw the SHIELD Agents in the Helicarrier where he saw the similarities between their training and his training during the army and tekaing confort in that."

Response:Yeah, the Shinto Camp will be focused on quite a bit, and will be very interesting. About the roman demigod thing, sorry man, but I can't add it. We're in the very final chapters of Book two, and the OC's are established, I can't create a character and come up with a backstory for that scene. Sorry about that, man. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.

MountainBookSage25: "Man with all the hype you'd think this is the end

If not forthe author saying he still plans for more books I would too

Just a question

With all my curiosity

With all the tension with Matt and Harper

will there be eventually LEMONS?

Its rated M already for dat"

Response: Thanks for the review, and yeah, there are more books planned, I promise. About lemons, yeah, there will be a couple, but not now, most likely later. And I rated it M for gore, violence, suggestive and mature themes, etc. But yeah, for lemons too.

thesuperone342: "Hell yes. The Invasion has begun. So this was a nice build up chapter, it's got me on the edge of my seat ready for all the fighting. Good conversations between Matt and Harper, plus Harper and Talon. Seriously, your character work is absolutely too notch. Can't wait for the crossover double date, if we're still doing that lmao. Sorry for the short review, but there isn't a massive amount to saw about this one. Good chapter, good character development and I'm hyped for what's next.

P.S. Bruh I'm going to write that Percy vs Malachi death battle and it will be god tier"

Response: Yeah man, it's here. Hope you enjoy this chapter and like the fights. And yeah, we'll do the double date, I'll write it. Why wouldn't I? It's a wholesome moment. We need those. And yeah, can't wait for the Death Battle.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except the OC's) Percy Jackson & The Olympians, Heroes Of Olympus, or Trials Of Apollo. All of that belongs to Rick Riordan.

Now then, on with the twenty seventh chapter.

27. The World Serpent Tries To Eat Me

Matt

(Twenty Minutes Ago)

I spotted Malachi by the defense towers.

He stood there, arms crossed, gazing up at the slightly taller mountains around us like they were going to come alive. I could tell by his guarded aura, and just his posture alone that he had entered his combative state.

He wore his usual jeans, sneakers and gray hoodie. Looking at him as a normal person, you'd never know he was about to be a heavy hitter in a battle. You'd think he was going to the mall or something.

He sensed me coming, "Perfect timing."

That was kind of weird, to be honest. Him having the whole aura sense thing too. Don't get me wrong, it's insanely useful when two, and including my father, three people have it. But in times like these, with him looking away from me and knowing I'm coming, it was a bit strange.

"Why do you say?" I asked, coming to a stop next to him. I noticed there was a hair's difference between us in height, with him having the very, very slight advantage. There must've been a few millimeters of difference at best, but we were both six foot one. His frame contrasted mine, where I had a proportionate muscle structure, with equal mass distribution, he had a slightly wider shoulder frame and ab frame, making his ripped arms look a little leaner and skinnier. Not to say he looks weak at all, just a little different than me.

"I believe Sigurd is about to give a speech of sorts." He replied, "I wanted to say something to you briefly."

For some reason, his words triggered a memory, a guilty memory I'd had of a couple of days ago, when he and I fought on a countryside riverbed. Ouranos had possessed me, and I went nuts, basically fought Malachi to the near death, if my father hadn't stopped me.

I'd…or well, Ouranos had said some harsh things, and tried to kill his own son through me. I felt I at least owed him an apology.

I cut him off, "Man, I actually have something I need to say too." I didn't know how to say it exactly, but that was stupid, since it was literally two words, but talking to Malachi was like a quest in its own for me. I liked the guy, and considered him a friend, but he was basically as powerful as me, so he was my equal, as a hero. There was a certain level of respect here, and I didn't want to screw it up.

I finally forced the words out of my throat, "I'm sorry about what happened before…with the, you know…fighting and possession. I didn't mean to say those things about Sera, or try to kill you."

He raised a hand, and his face looked like I had just said something stupid, giving me the oh please look. "Matt, you do not have to apologize for something that wasn't even your own fault whatsoever. I've been possessed by my father as well, and it was the same thing you went through. It was like you were out of your body, watching him use it like a puppet, yes? No control at all, but you still had your cognitive ability to process what was going on?"

That was…exactly how it had gone. Stupid me had somehow let it slip from my mind that Malachi had been possessed by his own father for weeks, while I had for a mere few minutes. Of course he knew what I was talking about.

"Yeah, it was like I was his playable video game character, and he was controlling me. Only he was using my power, my abilities, not his."

He grimaced on my behalf, "Well…you kind of supplied some of that on your own." He pointed at Viribus around my neck, and I felt a little chill pass by my body.

"Yeah, I guess so." I sighed in self disappointment, "That was so stupid of me, to use it at Eliza's house."

He tilted his head, "I don't think it was stupid. You were in great pain, and you had no ambrosia. Who knows what would've happened? You did what you thought was right."

I snorted, "Yeah, and look at the outcome."

He put a hand on my shoulder, "All will be fine. I have a great feeling about this invasion, what with the two of us fighting side by side, they do not stand a chance." He gestured between him and I, "All this time we've been fighting each other, the only other time we teamed up was against Steropes at Sera's former home, and remember how that turned out?"

I did, and I smirked. We demolished the original cyclops with two shots. Hell, we could've done it with a flick of our fingers honestly, but we decided to use some teamwork. He shot the lightning, lopping it's arm off, and I punched the Cyclops' to nothing. It was pretty spectacular.

I turned my smirk to him, "Imagine both of us at full power."

He returned the smirk, and I could feel the electricity come off him and hit me, causing goosebumps to rise on my arm. The sensation was oddly pleasing.

"The Sons of Thor shall pay for what they did." He said, surprisingly menacingly and Talon-like with the smirk on his face and tone, "I do not usually enjoy bloodshed, but this time…I do not mind my fists getting coated in gore."

I should've been a little stunned at his declaration, and how war-like it sounded, and…kind of badass. I only considered it badass because it was the Sons of Thor, and let's face it, those bastards need to go down.

I put out a hand and he shook it, our strong grips clashed.

They parted, and his smirk melted, turning into a sincere look. "But Matt, I did not call you over here to simply declare our teamwork."

I knit an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, "Why then?"

He looked to the ground, his blonde hair covered some of his face, but what I could see, his features had contorted to a strain, like what he was about to say would be hard and painful.

"While I do have immense trust in our strength, including the girls, Talon, and your father." He sighed, "I…worry. There is a small part of my consciousness, that I must admit exists. I worry about the battle today, and what might happen. With my father, you never know…"

I leaned in a little, confused. "What are you saying, Malachi?"

He exhaled through his nostrils and looked me in the eye. "Should anything happen to me…I entrust Seraphina to you."

I reared my head back, utterly stunned at what he said.

"Before you say anything, I have thought about this over and over." He shook his head, "This entire invasion plan…it sounds good on paper. But I know my father, and there is always a trick up his sleeve, always. I just know that something will go wrong. If Ouranos is there, this will happen."

"It won't." I said sternly, "We won't let it happen."

He persisted, "But if it does, I'm saying that I want you to protect Sera. Olympus knows she will be devastated. She will need Harper's emotional support, and your protection. I'm aware that she is powerful, but…you never know."

I looked him hard in the eyes, "Malachi, don't talk like that! Nothing is going to happen. You hear me? Nothing." I spoke each word sort of harshly because I wanted to get my point across. I couldn't have him thinking like that going into a massive fight. I needed his all. "We are going to go in there, and take down those Sons of Thor, and Ouranos. You hear me, man? Don't doubt for a second. We're all going to make it out alive. All of us."

He didn't seem so sure about my words, but they might've lifted his spirits a little. He gave a half smile, "Okay, I believe so as well."

I decided to take what I could. "Good, man. You have nothing to worry about. I mean come on, we've got a Camp full of angry Vikings, how bad can it be?"

He chuckled at my joke. I felt another powerful, familiar aura approach me, and turned to see my father. He looked like he was ready to get it on with Ouranos and an army of monsters. He had on his sleeveless chestplate, identical to mine, only bigger. Around his waist was a brown fur cloak, coming down to just the knees of his army camouflage fatigues.

I had to look up to greet him. I nodded, "Sup."

He seemed slightly annoyed, "Where were you? I thought we were gonna talk?"

I shrugged, and pointed at Malachi, "I had another patient" I joked.

He snorted, "Oh right, forgot about that." Then he reached behind me and tugged on the brown cape Sigurd gave me, "Nice outfit, Superman."

I lightly pulled the cape away from his grip, "Oh c'mon, I already got that from Harper, now you?"

He chuckled, and we all stood there for a moment; I could feel Sigurd's aura over by his house. He was climbing on the ladder next to it, about to give his speech.

Dad nudged me on the shoulder, "I just wanted to show you something. I think you're gonna like it."

"What is it?"

He started to reach in the pockets of his fatigues, digging for something. "It's for when we get back home. I'm gonna surprise your-"

"CAMPERS!" It was Sigurd, his voice amplified tenfold, booming across camp. Whatever my father was going to say was cut off.

"We'll talk about it later." I assured him, and he didn't seem so happy with that, but he stopped digging anyway, and the three of us walked over to the joining crowd.

(Present)

Charging Ouranos's base with Camp Asgard behind me, and my friends beside me…I'd never felt more alive.

We all sat in a sleigh, pulled by four large wolves, running like their lives depended on it. I sat next to Malachi, on my right, Sigurd sat in front of us, his usual black cloak on, but it was pulled back over his shoulders, kind of like how the cape was for me. It revealed a set of Viking armor I hadn't seen on Sigurd. He wore a metal breastplate, fur shoulder guards, leather straps, and burlap leggings, the texture on them seemed to be stronger than steel. He was serious, and looked prepared for the Midgard Snake, or whatever it's called.

Behind us, Talon, Harper, and Sera sat together, huddled up. They looked stone faced as well, even Sera, who I expected to be shivering with nervousness. She wasn't, and looked quite fearless and intimidating with her hair mixed in with the snow. Harper had her usual getup on, black leather jacket, tight black jeans, combat boots, and her usual knife straps, holding the dual celestial bronze weapons. Talon's eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses he wore, but I could tell they were piercing, watching out for any sudden attack. A small smirk lined his face, the sign that he was ready to face the Big Four.

Further back, behind them, was the Norse Camp in its entirety. They were eighty strong, and they all looked like a fleet of Viking ships just showed up and wanted to conquer the mainland. It was impressive, from their lined-up formation to their armor, to the way they rode. They kept up perfectly with us, not missing a beat or slamming into each other.

I turned around and looked forward, noticing that we were almost out of Dead Man's Cavern, or at least, where Dead Man's Cavern used to be, after Sigurd sort of demolished it. It was now pretty much an open snowy wasteland, with ice and boulders of rock laying everywhere. We passed through without trouble though, and kept up our trek, the simultaneous pounding of the wolves' paws sounding like Thunder. It probably alerted the Sons of Thor from even over here, but I didn't care, it sounded menacing and powerful.

Soon we cleared the Cavern's area, and came upon a frozen lake, vast and long. It had to be a couple of football fields wide, and the depth was probably thick enough to hold all of us, even withstand the sleigh's skidding against it.

"Frozen lake ahead! Hold steady!" Sigurd ordered, turning over his shoulder and yelling back to his Campers.

They got the memo and prepared themselves for the slick ice. We all halted the wolves slightly, and their paws hit the slippery substance. They faltered for a moment, and nearly lost footing. Sigurd grabbed onto the reins and steadied them, keeping them upright.

"Sigurd!" One of the Campers shouted from the back. We all turned and saw that their sleigh had broken the ice and was falling in the water. The Campers along with it.

Sigurd gritted his teeth. Both Malachi and I tensed up and prepared to jump off and help them, but the Son of Odin had other plans.

"NO! ABOVE US!" He wildly pointed to the gray sky, "THE SONS OF THOR! DEFLECT THE ATTACK! I'LL HANDLE THE SLEIGH!"

I had no idea what he was yelling about, but I clenched my fists and darted my head around, trying to process what the hell was up there. The Sons of Thor? Already?

Then I saw it.

A massive dragon made of electricity. It had to be three hundred feet long, at least. Its body was coated in pure lightning energy, glowing blue, and illuminating the stormy sky. Its teeth were bared and it was coming straight for us in a downward shot, like it would gulp us up and plummet straight through the ice lake.

My eyes widened at the large projection of energy. I felt it, and yep, it was an attack, released from the combined power of Bjorn and Boris. It emerged from the mountain, entered the clouds, and was attacking us. It had a mind of its own basically, an avatar of lightning.

I could deal with it, but what about the Campers?

I saw Sigurd strain and thrust his hand out over my head. A green light flashed from it for a moment, then the sleigh lifted at the back, a blanket of his aura under it. But he must've pulled up harder than he intended, because when he did, the sleigh lurched forward and flipped, throwing the few campers on board off and flying twenty feet in the air.

"Damn!" Sigurd cursed, "Too hard!"

I looked between them and the dragon, an idea popped in my head.

I tapped the tense Malachi on the shoulder, "Take care of the dragon, I got the Campers."

He nodded, and looked up at the approaching beast, now only a hundred feet away from us. Malachi jumped off the sleigh and raised his hand in the air behind him. A coil of lightning struck from the sky behind him and hit his fingertips, a blue glow curled around his fists, more powerful than the dragon. He aimed and shot it at the blue beast, it connected. The dragon roared and Malachi's blast overtook it in seconds. It burst in mid air with a shockwave, sending thousands of electric sparks everywhere, lighting up the air like deadly fireworks.

I stayed focused up until that point. When I saw he was successful, I undid Viribus from my neck and summoned it into club form as quick as I could. I used the wind around the campers and manipulated it, throwing them forward even further and causing them to land safely in the sleighs behind us. The wolves for the fallen sleigh had made it out safely and joined us on the ice.

This all happened within a fraction of a second, and the campers had no idea what had happened by the time it was over. They just looked to the lack of blue dragon in the air and safe campers in awe, Sigurd nodded a thanks to us.

"Where is your father?" He asked me.

We kept moving at a car's fast pace, about fifty miles an hour, racing to the base of the mountain. We didn't have much longer to go, and we needed to be prepared.

I reached out with my aura sense, and felt an immense aura, more powerful than my own, above us, slightly behind the formation.

I looked up and saw a bright red light several hundred feet in the air, a tiny brown dot under it. Kyros and my father.

His aura was slowly building up, rising exponentially, and getting more powerful. He would break Ouranos's barrier, no doubt, but the Primordial wouldn't just sit there. In front of Kyros and Dad, I saw a spinning bundle of storm clouds forming, a blue coil in the middle. Several lightning bolts shot out of it, all of them hitting Dad's Red Beam Cannon, weakening it and throwing it off slightly with each blast.

My teeth gritted unconsciously, hating the sight. I could feel Ouranos's slithering aura in that base up there, despite the barrier, and it spiking every time he blasted my father. I had to stop him.

"He's up there!" I responded to Sigurd, "He's taking a lot from Ouranos!"

Sigurd followed my gaze, and quickly glanced back towards the base of the mountain, quickly approaching. We had to make some moves, or we'd miss out, and the plan would be ruined.

"I need Malachi to teleport us in about thirty seconds! We'll jump off and gather around you, that's the cue!" He said that last part to Malachi, who had been flying next to us, using the wind under him. He nodded at the order.

"What about me?" I asked, sure that I could make my own decisions, but for some reason, I needed to hear it from Sigurd.

"Help your father! Dispel Ouranos' attacks!"

I took action and glared up in between the top of the mountain and my father. The next moment, I disappeared from the sleigh, and reappeared where I had aimed my eyesight, all in a single leap, not a second went by.

I used Viribus to keep me steady in the air, the wind all around me bending to my will and keeping me upright. Had I not gotten a haircut, the annoying strands would've been getting in my face by now, but thankfully, I had my old cut back.

Dad didn't look surprised by my appearance, he just gestured angrily towards the mountain, "Hold that bastard off, will you?!"

I nodded, and turned around, only to see an arc of lightning coming my way. I don't know if it was because Ouranos wasn't even close to full strength right now, or what, because his blast was slow. Slower than light speed, or what the Sons of Thor could let out. I saw it coming and had a couple of seconds to react. I met the blast with Viribus's tip and deflected it into the upper sky, parting gray clouds as I did so in an O shape.

Another blast, this time, it was faster and more powerful, when I used Viribus to deflect it, It nearly got knocked from my hand, and I was thrown back several feet. The Sons of Thor were in play now, and they were much stronger than before.

I glared at the direction they came in and felt out with my aura. Oh yeah, stronger. Bjorn and Boris matched Malachi's and my own strength, maybe falling just a bit short. But either way, they would be a tough fight. Ouranos must've given just about all he could muster in his misty form to get them like this. Before, I could've beat one on their own fairly quick, two at the same time with difficulty, but now, with this boost…they would be a real challenge.

Bring it on.

They blasted again, and I couldn't see the base itself yet, due to the barrier, but I could see the lightning come out of nowhere, like it had just materialized and shot at me. I knew it was them though.

I reacted just in time and caught the blast in Viribus. The electricity dispelled and the leftover was collected in the club, amplifying its power.

I raised it to the sky and released it, letting a little bolt of lightning emerge from it.

I glanced at Dad, giving him a questioning look, silently asking if he was about ready.

He was straining, the veins in his arm muscles were showing, and they were flexed to the point of a Mr. Olympian. The ball of red energy was bright as a miniature son now, spinning and coiling together, it's aura back to the way it was prior to Ouranos's assault, and slowly rising to galactic levels.

"Tell me when they're about to teleport!" Dad shouted.

"Okay!" Another blast came, and I blocked it, more strength behind me this time, and I wasn't pushed back. I looked down and felt with my sense to see if Malachi was at full power. No, but he was close.

I squinted and could see the Campers jumping off now, Malachi in front of them, waiting. Thankfully the focus was on Dad and I, not them. They could do this without a hitch.

I smirked, "Let it loose, Dad!"

He smirked too, "Goodbye, barrier!" Then he whistled, and I turned to him, "You might want to move, son. Or you'll get atomized."

I reached out, and sure enough, that thing had enough power to blow away the Galaxy, and maybe more so. Jeez, this attack was really something else in terms of destructive capacity.

I used the wind to pull myself out of the way instantly, about three hundred feet to the side. I knew how wide my blast was at the cavern earlier, and it only held enough power to maybe wipe out a few planets, which is no pushover, but this right here, Dad's blast, would probably graze me, even at three hundred feet away. I eased back a little more and waited in anticipation.

Dad finally collected the aura to a single, concentrated point, as tight as he could get it, and thrust his hands. What resulted was the most amazing display of his power I had ever seen.

A brilliant, shining red cylinder erupted from his palms, outstretching to the height of the Statue of Liberty, and the width of a football field. The blast was massive, and blew me back with such force that I was nearly knocked to the ground. It was so bright, I had to cover my eyes. I doubt even the true form of an Olympian would be as hard to look at. Actually…I know that it wouldn't hold a candle to this.

The enigmatic pillar of energy shot light speed at the barrier, the loudest sound of whirring I'd ever heard. It hit the invisible shield full force and shattered it immediately. Suddenly, the air bent down there, and there was an enormous shockwave, shaking the area for several miles. I could feel it from up here. Dad's blast stayed in motion for about ten seconds in total, and I was in awe the whole time. Once it shrunk, and the dust settled, I felt Malachi's aura burst quickly to his full strength, which indeed, nearly matched my own, and it quickly transferred to the top of the mountain, along with eighty plus auras. They had done it.

I smiled, and whispered a, "Yes!" I gazed down and got my first look at Ouranos's base.

It was huge, and looked like some dark military fort. It wasn't medieval or anything out of a fantasy story, it looked more like a modern structure. Standing maybe four stories tall, and rectangular. There was a courtyard, with several mechanical defenses and guard towers. I saw our forces invade it and begin to fight the squadron of Storm Spirits that were waiting. Beyond that, there were no outside parts. As for the color, it was solid black, and kind of reminded me of some big steam factory.

I turned to Dad, and saw that he was panting, his hands were billowing smoke, and to my horror, they were charred black, blood dripping from the fingertips.

I rushed over to him, "Dad!"

He shook his head quickly, "No, don't worry!" He raised his mangled hands, and I noticed they were healing rather quickly. The burnt skin was mending, and the cuts from the blast were closing up too.

Finally, they healed completely, good as new.

"I'm a god, remember?" He said with a grin.

I sighed with relief, "Oh yeah…forgot about the healing factor." I actually had, since the whole Heavenly Diamond thing, I kept thinking that gods were somehow vulnerable to everything, but no, reality was you could be way more powerful than them, beat them to a pulp and even decapitate them, but if you don't use Heavenly Diamond for any of that, you won't kill them. They'll heal, and they'll come back.

I was very thankful for that in this case.

He stood straight up on Kyros's back, who was flapping his wings slowly and treading air.

"Get over there, son. Save the world and take those bastards down."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What about you?"

He inhaled a deep breath, "Aura's still replenishing. I'll be there in a minute."

I nodded, "See you down there."

"Ten-four." He said, and with that, I shot down towards the raging battle.

Alright, I'm starting to understand the Superman comparisons now.

Flying down from the sky, head faced towards the base, arms behind me with Viribus in one hand manipulating the wind, and of course, the cape flowing behind me. I felt a bit like the Man of Steel.

As I came up on the base, I noticed our eighty some Campers getting overwhelmed by the sheer number of Storm Spirits. There were hundreds of them, and they were all wielding weapons made of electricity. I felt the Sons of Thor's aura nearby, along with Ouranos's. They were inside of the building.

But I needed to help everyone first.

I swerved to the side and swooped down like a light speed jet, running my head and shoulder through the pack of spirits, hitting each of their cores and dissipating them. I darted around and around, going back to back to back and demolishing the army, they blew up like electric balloons with each blow.

I turned to find myself standing in front of all the campers, Sigurd, Malachi, Talon, Harper, and Sera, who had been fighting them themselves.

I awkwardly waved, "Hey."

Then out of nowhere, a shockwave burst from the base's entrance, causing the ground to shake and a new aura to burst forth. We all stared at it, confused and startled.

A large hole was now in the entrance, any remains of the door now shattered all over the ground. A bright blue light surrounded a large figure, about as large as my dad. When it faded, we got a look at the newcomer.

He was pushing seven feet, and had a long red beard, with equally long, unkempt hair. He was bulky and stout, wearing a lot of fur armor and a sleeveless chestplate, only his was a darker shade in color. His aura was strong, the same as Sigurd's I'd say. On the side of his waist, in a strap, sat a hammer…

Wait a second…

I felt Sigurd's aura spike behind me, and he stepped forward, an angry look on his face. "Thor."

I nearly gawked. Thor?! What the hell was he doing here? Hadn't Sigurd already beat him a while ago?

Thor looked as angry as the Son of Odin, and glared at him. "Sigurd Borgarsson, the man who shamed me." His voice was deep and had a slight accent. It was strong, and sounded like it's sheer volume could shake the mountain we stood on.

Sigurd only stood there, in a standoff with the Norse god of thunder. The Storm Spirits that were about to energy stopped in fright of the god, staying back until whatever was done with was done with. Even our group kept their distance, not wanting to interrupt the insane amount of tension in the air.

"What are you doing here?" Sigurd asked, "Come to join your sons in defeat?"

Thor's lips couldn't be seen through his beard and mustache, but I figured he must've scowled. "I've come to avenge my honor, brother. I have no interest in what Bjorn and Boris do. All I want is your head on a platter."

The threat would've shaken most men, and demigods, but Sigurd only stood firmer. "You're not this dumb, Thor. Don't you see? He's only using you, making you his puppet. Put our differences aside and help us! We can defeat him and stop the threat of the world! You were a hero once, become one again!"

Thor didn't even acknowledge him, he actually turned to me, and studied my form up and down. Finally, he let out a small snort, "So you are the son of my so-called Greek counterpart?" He tilted his head, "A worthy prey indeed. But the Primordial wants you, so I must settle for the puny Camp leader."

Sigurd squinted his eyes, "Puny?! I wasn't puny when you were retreating to your cave."

Thor's eye twitched dangerously, and he unsheathed his hammer from his belt, the weapon held a lot of power, and crackled with electricity. Thor's eyes flared the same way for a moment, signaling he was about to attack. The Campers and my group just watched on, their heads going back and forth between the speakers.

"That won't happen again. This time, I will kill you, and make sure your soul doesn't reach Valhalla."

Sigurd looked like he wanted to draw his cutlass and charge the god, but he just sighed and put his hands up, "Thor, please listen to me. I am sure we can be reasonable- "

BONG!

It was too late, Thor disappeared with a blue flash and reappeared in front of Sigurd, smashing his hammer into my friend's skull. His skin crumpled a little, and he was thrown back into the mountain range, leaving behind a large gust of wind. I wanted to grab Thor and fight him myself, but he had already gone after Sigurd, intent on killing him.

"Sigurd!" I shouted, and felt hundreds more auras behind me. More Storm Spirits.

They'd gotten over their daze and charged us again. The Norse Campers met them, and weapons clanged, clashed, bashed, and generally caused a lot of chaos. Norse Campers were fighting two to three each, handling them skillfully and taking them out. But there were a lot, and they just kept coming. I noticed though, as I reached out with my sensing, that they were spawning like flies, over and over by the dozens. Huh?

Then I felt Ouranos's aura, and it was weakening ever so slightly with each time. He was literally summoning or creating the spirits. Either way, they were formed based on his aura. I never knew that.

Bastard, I thought. Where the heck was my father? He was supposed to be down here, fighting Ouranos.

The Campers roared and fought them wave after wave, slicing through their cores, punching them, throwing them, and slamming them, bellowing war cries left and right. There was clearly a battle going on here.

Talon was shooting several in their cores, knocking them flat before they ever reached ten feet of him. Harper was zooming around and slashing them to nothing with skilled precision, sometimes helping an overwhelmed group of Campers by getting rid of the Storm Spirits on them. Sera was the biggest help though, using her powers over snow to disorient them, and form jagged blades of ice to kill them.

Malachi was so casual it wasn't even funny. He was clearly waiting to see what I would do, which was strange. He was older, very powerful, and definitely capable of thinking for himself. What was he doing messing around, simply pointing his finger and zapping the storm spirits away like nothing?

Then it hit me, he wanted to attack Bjorn and Boris together.

Teamwork, like we talked about.

I was about to call out to him, when I felt four auras get closer to us, like physically closer to us. Familiar auras, and they were coming from underground, parallel to Sera, Talon, and Harper.

I knew who it was.

"Guys, watch out!"

They didn't hear me though, the sounds of the Vikings yelling, weapons clanging, and bullets firing were too much, they didn't see it. A large orange circle surrounded Sera, and was only getting brighter. She looked down and yelped, alarmed. I saw her try and move out of the way, but just as she did, a beefy hand burst from the snow and reached out until its shoulder was visible. The hand grabbed Sera by the throat, and the rest of its body emerged.

Stomping his metal boots and escaping the magma, dripping the hot substance, was Axel, Son of Hephaestus. He looked downright like a monster mixed with somebody on Friday Night Lights. He had darker skin, and a harsh face, constantly stuck with a rude sneer. He was bald and had muscles as big almost as big as my father's. He was shirtless and wore solid black fatigues. Strapped to his back, were two giant jugs of lava, swishing around, ready to be thrown by its master. Right now, he had Sera by her neck, and was choking her. She beat against his fists, to no avail.

"SERA!" Malachi shouted, his eyes wide as saucers and his face in disbelief. It soon turned to pure rage for the lava user, and I knew he was about to kill him, and I was about to help. No one messes with her, especially one of the Big Four punks.

But where there's one punk, there's more nearby.

As Malachi's leg tensed, a large bolt of lightning crashed in front of him, disorienting him and getting snow in his eyes.

He was forced to turn, and so was I, to face the very top of building. Up there, about four stories high, stood them. Bjorn and Boris, the Sons of Thor.

I growled and my face became deadly. They looked the same as they ever did. Both shirtless, with Boris not even wearing his fur cloak now. Both had on burlap, baggy pants, and both were covered in tattoos, Boris over Bjorn, who had a few on his arms and one on his chest, while the smaller brother had sleeves of it on his arms, about five on his chest, and even one on his neck. Their hair and size contrasted as usual, with Bjorn being bigger, standing at six foot three and probably weighing about two-fifty, with bulky, meaty muscles, not defined ones like mine. He had short, blonde hair, shorter than mine and faded more on the sides. Strapped to his back was his large sledgehammer like weapon.

Next to him, on his right, facing Malachi with his hand outstretched, being the one that shot the blast, was Boris, and unlike his brother, he had medium length red hair, choppy and unkempt. He was leaner, and skinnier than both Malachi and I. He might've been six feet on a good day, but I'd say closer to five eleven in height, maybe pushing one hundred and seventy pounds in weight. At his side, strapped to his waist, sat his short-handed axe.

"My favorite twins. Dumb and Dumber" I said with a snarl, Malachi equaled my glare, but found them uninteresting and tried to help Sera again, who was still being choked by Axel.

Boris shot another bolt and this time, hit Malachi square in the back, knocking him to his knee.

"Woah there, surfer boy! Gotta let those prissy demigods introduce themselves!" He laughed loudly, "Big cunts like to put on a show!"

Bjorn snickered, "Big cunts. Good one, brother."

Malachi turned and gritted his teeth at them. I wasn't having it.

I turned and shouted, "HARPER, TALON!"

I found them both, distracted by a legion of storm spirits that Ouranos kept infinitely spawning. They looked to me though, thankfully.

I motioned to Sera, "HELP HER!"

They caught on, and they both angrily charged Axel, but of course, the Sons of Thor were right, the Big Cunts did like to put on a show.

In front of Harper's path, a truckload of snow uprooted and flew everywhere, a large, muscular figure jumped out, holding a massive sword. His silhouette towered over Harper.

Over to the left, in Talon's path, an equal amount of snow uprooted, and out came silhouettes of smaller figures. One very small, and the other about average size.

When the snow settled, I saw Levi standing in front of Harper, glowering at her, his sword propped up on his shoulder like a baseball bat. Harper immediately got in a fighting stance.

In front of Talon, stood Cherry and Grayson. The Daughter of Hermes waved at Talon cheerfully with her eyes closed, and Grayson stood there, a scowl on his face.

I was getting worried, and was about to say screw it, when Sera finally broke free, Thank Olympus. She summoned a wall of ice and slammed it against Axel's side, hitting him hard enough to make him stumble and drop her. The wall of ice melted against his skin, but she was free, and stood up, coughing.

Malachi was watching, "Sera, are you okay?!"

She gave a nod, but continued to cough.

Axel wiped melted snow off his face, "She's okay, alright." He said, looking her up and down suggestively, "More than okay, Malachi. Heh heh."

The Demi Primordial's face contorted in rage, "Bastard- "

I held out a hand, "Malachi!" He turned to me, confused. "They can handle this. Okay? You have to have faith in them."

Malachi glanced back and forth, looking unsure. I knew, and understood. But seeing them, standing in front of who they were planned to fight today, I was positive they could do it. I'd never seen them more determined.

Finally, he gave in, "Very well." He said, and turned back to face the brothers. "And we shall do what we were meant to."

Bjorn and Boris looked at us seriously for a moment, and then burst out laughing, and I mean howling laughter. It made my insides curl, and I felt my annoyance and rage rising.

"Shut up and fight us!" I yelled, "We're going to kill you! Don't you understand?!"

They stopped laughing and wiped tears from their eyes, Boris saying, "Yeah, you might. But boy, I think you have bigger things to worry about." He chuckled at the bigger part, as if it was some dumb joke.

Bjorn snickered, "Way bigger." He then pointed to our right, at the vast landscape of snowy mountains.

"It's just a bunch of mountains!" I said incredulously, "Stop trying to distract us and fight, cowards!"

Their faces twitched at the coward part, but they kept their cool and Bjorn shrugged, "It's not the mountains, Beckett. It's what's under them."

I raised an eyebrow, confused at what the hell they were on about. I was about to let my rage take over and just start the fight by bashing their heads together, when the world started shaking.

Yeah, the entire world.

The ground we stood on nearly collapsed, and I'm not sure how It didn't, because what we were experiencing was like ten earthquakes combined. All of us lost our footing and fell down, save for the Sons of Thor, who knew this was coming, apparently.

Malachi was trying to get up, but fell again due to the immense rumbling. "What is that?!"

"I don't know!" I responded, and followed where the brothers pointed, noticing that the very ground about three miles away was cracking and crumbling, the mountains on top of it were being lifted and they were cracking as well. What was going on.

I stood up the best I could and tried to concentrate, with the fighting ceased and the only source of noise being the rumbling, I managed to, and felt out with my aura sense.

When I did, my neck stung. The size of the aura…what the hell?! Its strength wasn't anything to mine at full power, it was planetary at it's own, but the size of the creature was bigger than anything I had ever witnessed…including Typhon.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as the mountains started crumbling, more and more, until eventually a giant sinkhole was created in the ground, spreading for miles. What was going on? What was coming out of the ground?

I faintly heard the brother's laughing from above at my confusion, they yelled, "It's Jormungandr! He's coming!"

My stomach turned. Jormungandr…the Midgard Serpent was rising from the Earth. Whoa, so it was true…he's been buried this whole time.

What can only be described as a multiple mile wide thing emerged. I saw thin nostrils the size of a large town come up from the ground, and eventually more of it came to view. The Storm Spirits even stopped fighting, and we all took a moment to simply watch this insanely, massive, massive being come up from its habitat. I can't even fully describe what happened, it's that hard to even explain the sheer size of the Snake. Its shadow covered the entire foreseeable land, darkening the sky and turning it practically into night with a new moon, so near pitch black. I was able to see because of my enhanced vision, and even then, it was dark. The ground continued to rumble and shake, and I felt all over, as far as I could reach, and felt that the entire area was shaking, thousands upon thousands of feet and meters were subjected to this Earthquake, no, scratch that, this thing was shaking the entire planet by waking up.

After a few minutes, it's head finally emerged, and it covered the entire landscape, just its tongue was enough to slurp up several mountains. Its eyes weren't visible, nor it's nostrils. All I could see was under its chin, a sky of its own, covering every inch we could see, and more. Every time it breathed, a tornado would form and quickly disappear, or the clouds would be blown to nothing. My head was tilted so far up I might as well have been doing a backbend and looking behind me. I sensed it's aura, and felt somehow, that this thing was as big as the Earth, as massive, and weighed equal.

Its power wasn't capable of beating me, but that's not taking size and physical strength into play. I was a mere mosquito, no actually, I was a mere speck of bacteria to this gargantuan monster. It could inhale and I would be trapped in its body, it could breathe and I would be blown away. I may be more powerful than it aura wise, but the Midgard Serpent…it could kill me, and every single one of us.

I felt fear wash over me. Yes, fear. I'm not afraid to admit it. You try standing under the largest monster, even bigger than Typhon, and not feel fear. How can you? You're not alive if you do.

"Holy shit…" I said with a whisper, because that was all I could get out.

Malachi's head was the same, "Gods of Olympus…it's massive."

"That's what she said…" I heard Talon say with my enhanced hearing. I couldn't even laugh or scold him; I was too frightened by the World Serpent. But I'd laugh about it later, leave it to him to joke in a time like this.

I had to try and come up with a plan, a plan to somehow…beat this thing. Where do you even start? I mean, this thing is insanely big. How would you punch it? Grab hold of it? Would a weapon work?

"Care to try your luck?" Said a taunting voice behind me.

I felt who it was and turned, my fists clenched, ready to jab him with my elbow. Too late. Bjorn caught my attack with his hand and grabbed a fistful of my arm.

He brought his head close to mine and growled, "You'll make good dinner for Jormungandr. Farewell, Matthias Beckett, bitch of Hercules." He chuckled and gripped my back. Before I could attempt to get out, he'd already shouted and thrown me as hard as he could towards the Midgard Monster. I could barely hear Harper's screams as I ascended towards the beast, the wind blowing in my face wildly, I managed to keep my eyes open enough to see that the Serpent hadn't noticed me.

I flew so quick though, that I couldn't get out. I tried to undo Viribus, but the latch wouldn't open. The one time I really needed it to, of course.

Knowing I wouldn't get it, I braced myself, and waited for the collision.

I hit the Serpent in the middle of it's chin, my chest and face slamming hard against it's reptilian texture. I was coated in it for a few seconds, going deeper and deeper like a ball pit, then I was shot out, the skin acting as a catapult.

Wait, no…I wasn't shot out, the Serpent's chin shot up.

I stayed right where I was, but the Serpent's chin shot up in recoil a few dozen feet, not much at all compared to it's size, but it felt it, and knew I was there now. Oh no.

"Dammit" I said lowly, and felt it's anger towards me through it's aura. I was now fighting the Norse's most feared monster, and the biggest in the planet. That I know of…gods, I hope there's no monster bigger than this down the road.

It opened it's mouth rather quickly and only slightly, but enough to let it's tunnel of a tongue slip out about fifty feet. The pink road swung at me and caught me mid air, wrapping around my entire body and then some. I could feel it squeeze me, the excess skin pressuring me like ten million boa constrictors, which ironically…are snakes.

I luckily had enough room to push with my hands. This thing was very strong physically, very strong. But I was stronger in base form. With a burst of power, I easily pushed aside it's attempt to crush me. The tongue unwrapped and I was free.

But the thing was faster than I anticipated, and just as I broke free, an immense force slammed against my back, a giant wall of pink flesh knocked me out of the sky, and I plummeted to the ground, feeling the force of the blow all over my body.

I formed an X shape with my forearms and planted my feet straight in the air, to soften the fall and cause little destruction. I hit the ground feet first, and dug into it until I reached magma. Man, that thing had hit me harder than I thought.

I sunk into the magma, it's heat only warming me up a bit, feeling like a slightly cooler hot tub. I sunk further and further, and allowed myself to turn and tense my muscles, popping them and loosening them.

Okay, time to try and fight this thing. It was big as hell, but I had to try.

I raised my arms in the lava and forced them down, the push slung me from the fiery substance and I shot into the sky, now beside the Serpent's head, it's back not even visible. Hell, the hole it came from, the end of it wasn't visible. That's how wide it's body was.

I felt my chestplate and cape still on me, perfectly intact. Huh, guess that cape can withstand magma. Nice.

I tucked my limbs in and aimed straight at the Serpent. What I was going to do, I had no freaking idea.

I fought with myself. Think Matt! Think! How the hell do I damage this thing?

Screw it, I thought. And undid Viribus from my neck, squeezing the lion's head. It elongated into the familiar club. I held it firm in my hand and swung it downward, causing the wind to thrust me higher, until I was above the clouds.

I willed the gray streaks to disappear, so I could see just where the head reaches. From the ground, or even the side where I was, I couldn't see the top of the thing's head. I needed to see it to get a better angle.

I still couldn't see it. I thrust again, and finally I reached the top of it's scaly head, each scale as big as the mountains below.

From here, I was pushing atmosphere height, but I was breathing fine for some reason. I could almost see it's face, almost.

At least it's eye, which was the biggest thing so far. It was round and yellow on the inside, like a dimmed sun, lost all of it's brightness. The black slit that came down was like the streak from an asteroid, or some kind of colossal spaceship. It slowly turned upward to meet me, and it tightened in a glare.

It saw me.

All or nothing. I yelled a primal roar, and summoned storm clouds to surround me. They curled and swirled, touching my waist barely, a miniature tornado in my grasp now. Lightning built in them, rolling and turning, rolling and turning.

Finally, I flicked Viribus with my wrist, and the lightning hopped from the clouds to the club, dancing on it with pure power. Enough to bury this thing's eye and half blind it.

I willed the wind to let me free, and I plummeted, my hand and Viribus reared behind my head.

"TAKE THIS, SNAKE!" I shouted, my voice echoing across boundless valleys, and somehow the snake heard it. Not my best taunt, I'll admit, but the way I was flying through the air, and my roar. I hoped the thing was a little scared.

Nah. It started to open up its mouth.

Shit, it's gonna eat me! I have to take its eye out, fast! I thought in panic, not wanting to end up inside this thing's stomach.

With caution to the wind, I swung Viribus downward, and the lightning left it, striking in a powerful blue arc of power, connecting with the Serpent's eye at light speed.

The blue bolt hit it's very center, right in the middle of the black slit, where I aimed. The force knocked the Serpent's head to the side a thousand feet or so, and it spread out all over it's eye, erupting it in flames and charring it. The Serpent for the first time let out a hiss, and that hiss would've flown me across the world had I been in front of it. The gust of wind was so powerful, that it literally eroded the valley under me.

It's eye soon disintegrated to millions of tons of dust, and half of it fell out of its socket, and onto the snow, littering miles of white with black soot like particles.

I'd damaged it, but at what cost?

My eyes widened, as I realized where I was headed. I was closer to the mouth than I thought. It had kept it open, and knew that I was going to fly right into it. It knew that, and sacrificed it's eye anyway, just so it could swallow me?

This thing was smart. Really smart, for a snake especially.

It was too late, "NO, NO, NO, NO!" I shouted, and shut my eyes tight, falling into the abyss of the monster's mouth.

Ever heard the story of Jonah and the Whale?

So, in the Bible, there's this story about a guy named Jonah. Jonah was a prophet for God, and one day, God told him to go to this place called Nineveh. Well, Nineveh apparently wasn't too friendly a town, so Jonah didn't want to go, and instead of facing his task, he tried to run from God.

Big mistake.

Eventually Jonah wound up on a ship in the middle of the ocean with several other men. God sent a storm to the ship, and the men blamed Jonah, knowing about the whole running thing, so they threw him overboard.

God realized Jonah would drown, so to save him, he sent this giant whale to swallow him up. It was a weird way to rescue someone, but he did it, and the whale let Jonah sort of live in his mouth for three days.

After that, the whale spat out Jonah on the shores of Nineveh, and the prophet learned his lesson, and preached to the people of Nineveh, who turned out, to not be so bad after all.

See, the moral of the story is to not run from your responsibilities. Kinda cool right?

Well, it is. But not in my situation, because in mine. I'm stuck on the whale part. And my chosen animal isn't a whale, it's a freaking snake, that isn't so willing to spit me up in Nineveh.

After I landed on the Midgard Serpent's tongue, It wrapped me up in it and closed it's mouth, shutting me off from the world.

It squeezed it's tongue and put more strength behind it than before, enough to overwhelm me. I had no room to move, to struggle, or even breathe.

I was gasping for breath, only able to capture a couple of inhales worth out of several. Panic welled up in my chest, and I tried to push again, but it was like an insect struggling against glue or a piece of bubble gum. It was no use, I was pushing it, but it kept coming back to me, and the Serpent kept using more force.

I gritted my teeth. The Sons of Thor were out there right now, Malachi needed my help, everyone was fighting to end this war, while I was over here.

I wouldn't stand for it.

I'm the Son of Hercules, I'm the guy that's going to lead the way to this war's end.

I won't let this snake stop me.

I let out a growl, then that growl turned into a roar, then that roar turned into a deep scream from my gut, everything I had. I felt my rage growing at being trapped in here, confined to a small space. The red glow lit up, and I felt it cover my entire being. I flexed my aura and released it. The power burst all around me and the Serpent's tongue immediately was forced to let go. It's mouth tried to hold me, but I launched against the roof and outstretched my fingers so that they were pointed upward. My aura points tore right through the roof of it's mouth, and I went through a tower of blood, covering me and soaking me. But I didn't care.

Eventually, I emerged from the top, out of its skin, leaving behind only a needle sized hole in comparison to it's body, but it felt it all the same, and hissed in pain. I took this chance to turn Viribus back into it's necklace and wrap it around my neck. I was done playing games, it was time to use some real strength. I would give it what I had, and I would rid it from this Earth.

A sort of primal instinct came over me, and for the next few minutes, I was pumped with godly adrenaline from my own core, my own depths of strength, the strength that I had accumulated and achieved. I soared down to the Serpent in a rage, it's mouth open again to trap me. That wouldn't work this time.

I turned around and clapped my hands, like I used to do pre-Viribus, well now, I was doing it again. The force shot me down to it's tongue, and I grabbed onto it, taking a bundle of pink flesh in both of my palms, squeezing it.

I would do the impossible, I would take it away, where it could hurt no one, and cause no threat to my friends, to this war.

I would take it to the sky.

I heaved, and lifted upwards on it's tongue. Nothing happened. I needed more width, more space.

I spread my strength all over it's tongue, and my red aura spread out, covering the entirety of it's tongue, turning it from pink to a dark shade of red. I felt my strength spread to it, as if I was as big as this thing, and I had enough hand mass to grip it's tongue in it's entirety.

I smirked. Now I had it. I could feel it in my grip, and my strength was…boundless. I could do this.

"TIME TO FLY, SERPENT!" I yelled, and strained my muscles, thrusting my arms up as hard as I could, and jumped at the same time. A shockwave erupted from the movement, and spread out over the landscape. I felt myself hit the tightness of the tongue as it stopped. There was a moment's delay, and the Serpent came with me.

I held on to it's tongue, and with the planet crushing force I used in my launch, I began to pull out the Serpent from the very Earth it stayed in. I didn't even think about what I was doing, I just focused on not dropping it, and crushing the area for miles.

It came out past it's head, then eventually down it's neck, as it rose, so did I, up into the atmosphere, higher and higher, reaching so far up that I could see Outer Space very well.

I grunted in exertion, this thing was the heaviest thing I had ever lifted, pulled, or whatever you wanted to call it. Beyond blocking Typhon's punch, this thing was practically ripping my arms off, but I managed to inhale a breath, and calm down. With a focused concentration, I released all of my aura throughout my body, and the weight became lighter, still heavy as hell, but light enough to wear I could make a move with it.

I let out the loudest shout I had ever yelled, nearly splitting my own ear drums, and I pulled with all of my might, the tongue came up and I thrust my arms upward, letting go of it's tongue, and hoping that my strength would do the work.

Thankfully, it did. The tongue shot into the sky, along with it's head, then it's neck, then it's body. With every foot, every pass, wind burst from all sides, and I was blown away. As I sunk in the air, I saw the Serpent's body exit the hole it stayed in, being forced by my throw out of it, and flying upwards in the sky. It's body was too big to flail or turn it's weight so it could escape. That was my plan. It was a long shot, that I would be able to throw it into orbit, but I put all of my trust in my power and the Red Aura. Thank Olympus it worked.

I felt my arms and muscles burning, like needles of fire had been injected in them and then enhanced one hundred-fold. I managed to undo Viribus from my neck and thrust it behind me, my arm felt like jelly, but I had to do this. I couldn't half ass this attempt to defeat the giant monster. I needed to follow through and make sure it dies.

I willed the wind to funnel around me and launch me towards orbit. I flew far past Mach speed, and reappeared several seconds later above the atmosphere, the Red Aura allowing me to breath in space. I kept control over gravity in my own bubble of power, flying above the entire world.

I made it just in time, as the Serpent itself was still flying, and with the lack of gravity now, it entered the realm of weightlessness.

Now that it was away from my friends and the Earth, I could kill it. Now was the time to end this.

I waited until it floated to my level, it's head parallel to my body. I reared my fist back, and put all of my aura into it, the energy coiled, all of my anger and power gathered into my fist. While the red glow still held my body, I focused all of my power in my fist.

"See ya, Buddy." I said, "I know you were minding your own business, but I gotta do this."

After I said that, I tensed up, and shot towards the Serpent at light speed, reappearing in front of it instantly. I roared in space; the sound being contained inside of my red bubble. My fist connected and with all of my force, I punched the Midgard Serpent.

It's skin crumpled and dented in as deep as an asteroid crater, the damage began to spread throughout it's body like a dose of poison.

The punch rippled and tore the Serpent apart, it's muscles and spine being ripped and shattered, the monster exploded in a milky way of golden dust. Covering the sky with the substance, millions of Serpent particles floated and swayed in space, before disappearing from my sight and leaving the plane of physical existence.

My fist was still outstretched, the red glow whirring and throbbing with energy.

I calmed it and let it cover my body again, allowing breath to come back to my lungs. I breathed out a large exhale, and immediately focused my sight on Scandinavia below. Not even processing the insanity and sheer impossibility of what I just did. I just threw a snake that weighs as much as the Earth into orbit, then killed it with a Red Aura punch.

Later. We'll talk about it later. I needed to help Malachi and my friends.

I surged my aura and threw myself back into the atmosphere, throwing in another burst to move faster. I used my beyond light speed to rush back to where I was.

I slowed my descent about two hundred feet from the base, the auras coming back to me. Harper and Levi were locked in a battle below the building, same with both Talon and Cherry, and Sera and Axel. I knew they would be fine; they were strong. They knew what they had to do.

I looked over, tilting my head upwards so I was looking at the mountainous landscape in front of the base and down the valley. I could see craters and tops of mountains sliced off from Sigurd's fight with Thor. Both auras' were weakened slightly, but remained close in power. I could tell they hadn't been hurt, and were locked in a neck and neck battle. I couldn't worry about him, as much as I wanted to help, Malachi needed me more.

I swooped over the still raging battle in the courtyard, now reaching the edges of the mountain slopes. No casualties had been taken on the Norse Camper's side, thank Olympus. All eighty were still going strong, a little winded, but they were still attacking and killing Storm Spirits by the wave.

However, they had stopped spawning.

Ouranos had stopped spawning them? What?

Then I felt the group of auras on top of the roof, outclassing every other aura in the area. I felt them standing still, for some reason.

I focused on the spot next to Malachi and my father, and flew towards it. I landed with my knee and fist on the roof, cracking it.

I looked up, and saw us standing parallel to our enemy. I was in fifteen feet in front of Bjorn, Dad was in front of Ouranos, who had his usual misty form, a smoky outline of what I guessed to be his appearance several millennia ago. He looked like an evil Zeus, with long white hair and a thick beard. He wore a billowing toga, and his ghostly skin was showing past that.

Malachi was farthest from me, next to Dad, facing Boris, who was smirking at him. I sensed his aura, and felt…a hint of fear, of me.

"Standing around and staring at each other?" I said, "Thought this was a fight?"

Hercules snickered, "They're pissing themselves at your display."

I cocked my head mockingly at Bjorn and Boris, "You boys scared?"

Their armor cracked, and they looked defensive for a moment, almost retorting. But they weren't as dumb as I thought, because they covered it up quick, and put on their stupid smirks.

"Jormungandr was a warmup, Beckett." Bjorn said, "Wanted to see if you have what it takes."

I ignored him for good measure, to make him furious, and I turned to Ouranos. "Ouranos."

He looked at me, genuinely happy to see me. "Matthias, how have you been? How's the club treating you?"

I clenched my fists, "Just fine. Figured I'd use it to bash your goons' face in."

He spread his misty hands at his side, "What? No rematch? I thought you would want to bash my face in with it." I noticed his aura was exponentially weaker than before, to the point where probably Harper could cut him open if he was in physical form. Not saying that Harper is weak or anything at all, just that you know…it's Ouranos, and well…eh, just don't tell her I said that. She'll cut me open.

"As much as I'd like to, I'm gonna leave that to my father."

He chuckled, "Oh I'm aware. We've been standing here forever, waiting on you to join the party."

I flexed my aura again, and caused a wind surge to blow at them, they didn't budge an inch.

Malachi did the same, "Enough talk. Let's end this."

Dad lowered his head at Ouranos, his aura rising alongside ours.

The Sons of Thor unsheathed their weapons, and put on their signature grins. Fully enjoying the violence that was about to ensue.

Ouranos laughed, "Indeed my son, I think we should end this. It's been a long time coming." He gestured to all of us, smiling like a sinister little kid. "This…is going to be very fun."

(000)

There you have it! Turns out Thor wants Sigurd dead, and Matt had to fight the World Serpent, completely destroying it. Now we're on to the Sons of Thor fight, the true battle has begun!

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you thought below.

Until Next Time.