The construction of the New Olympus advanced at a supernatural pace. Under the command of Eron and Diana, the fusion of classical architecture with radiant crystals and deep-sea corals created a citadel that shone brighter than the setting sun, hovering above the Aegean Sea. The Amazons and the Atlanteans, once rivals, now worked in forced harmony under the absolute will of their new sovereigns.
At the peak of the highest structure, where Zeus's throne once stood, Eron remained standing, observing the vast divine construction site. He did not hold his lightning sword; it floated beside him, responding to his magnetism. Diana approached, the Lasso of Truth faintly pulsing at her waist. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and together they gazed upon the city born from the collapse of an era.
— It is almost ready, my King — Diana said, her voice blending tenderness and authority. — The temples are being consecrated in our image. The waters and the skies are under our control. This will be the throne of an eternal empire.
Eron looked at her, and for a moment, the fury of Wrath and the arrogance of Pride were softened by her presence. He pulled her close, and they sealed the promise of their new world with a possessive kiss.
— The world we once knew is over, Diana — Eron declared, his voice echoing like a soft thunder. — We are no longer champions of other gods. We are the gods. And now that we have our fortress, the rest of the world will either worship us… or burn. Diana did not want only fear; she wanted blind devotion. She did not want only power; she wanted desire. The New Olympus was more than a fortress—it was the beacon of a New Era. From the height of her crystal and coral throne, she gave the order, and her army of Amazons—now imbued with the power of Eron's Wrath and Pride, and the Magnetism and Thunder of fallen gods—marched into the mortal world. They were the Thunder Worshippers, the Predatory Guard of Lust and Power.
Eron stood watching the departure of his Amazons, his gaze burning with Wrath and Pride. The lightning sword floated beside him, responding to his magnetism. Diana approached, the Lasso of Truth faintly pulsing at her waist. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and together they looked toward the horizon, where the curve of the Earth began to meet the darkness of space.
— The world we once knew is over, Eron — she declared, her voice echoing like a soft thunder. — And the new world that will rise from the collapse of an era will be ours. And now that we have our fortress, the rest of the world will either worship us… or burn.
Eron pulled her close, and they sealed the promise of their new world with a possessive kiss.
The Expansion of Desire
The Thunder Worshippers traveled to the great human capitals. In New York, in London, in Tokyo, in Moscow, in Paris… The Amazons, clad in silver armor and wielding crystal spears, appeared not as conquerors, but as liberators. They did not come to kill; they came to recruit. They sought out the brightest, the strongest, the most talented. And with their divine beauty and hypnotic charisma, they drew them in.
They did not resist. They were seduced. They were forced to kneel through desire, not merely through strength. They joined the Battalion of Devotion, the Elite Army of the New Olympus, the Instrument of Conquest driven by Lust and Power.
Eron and Diana consolidated their rule over the New Olympus. He used his magnetism to raise the Aegean Sea, forming a wall of water stretching for kilometers to protect the citadel. He used his thunder to purify the water and the air. Diana used her power of desire to attract the brightest minds and the strongest warriors. Together, they forged a citadel that shone brighter than the setting sun, hovering above the Aegean Sea.