The battle raged on the peak of Olympus. Zeus unleashed a bolt of lightning, striking Wingo with a deafening crack. The blow sent Wingo crashing to the ground, his body seemingly broken. But Zeus, impatient for his demise, wasted no time. He charged another bolt, aiming at the downed figure.

"That won't finish me, Zeus," Wingo's voice rasped in the god's ear. A flicker of movement, and Wingo vanished.

Frustration contorted Zeus's face. He unleashed a torrent of lightning across Olympus, the thunderous roar echoing through Greece. Yet Wingo remained elusive. Another blast of lightning raked the area, Zeus searching in vain.

"Don't be a coward, boy!" Zeus roared. "A god who hides in the shadows is no god at all!"

"The only coward is the one afraid to face me head-on!" Wingo materialized behind Zeus, striking him a powerful blow that sent the Olympian king crashing into the base of his own statue.

Zeus gasped, struggling to regain his breath. Fury fueled him as he channeled another bolt, launching it at Wingo. But the nimble warrior anticipated it, absorbing the lightning into his kopis. However, this feat momentarily blinded him.

"You underestimate me, mortal!" Zeus' booming voice echoed through the clouds. "I am no mere god to be toyed with!"

A blinding beam of lightning erupted from the heavens, charged with all of Zeus' might. Wingo raised his sword to meet it, but the force was overwhelming. The blast flung him into the mountainside, carving a jagged scar across Olympus.

"Is this all the Celtic gods amount to?" Zeus mocked. "Pathetic! If this is the caliber of the gods beyond my realm, Apollo alone could vanquish them all!"

The ground trembled as Wingo emerged from the mountain wreckage. He hurled his mighty spear at the heavens, piercing the clouds where Zeus hid. The silence after the impact was deafening.

"Think you can challenge me, boy?" Zeus' voice boomed beside him. He delivered a powerful blow, sending Wingo crashing back into the mountain. "Only the strongest rule the realm of the gods!"

But before Zeus could finish his victory cry, Typhon intervened. With a screech that shook the heavens, the monstrous creature hurled itself at Zeus, knocking him down. The battle raged anew, a monstrous beast against the king of the gods.

"I defeated you once, Zeus," Wingo roared, seizing the opportunity. He charged towards the fallen god, unleashing a flurry of blows fueled by years of pent-up rage. Zeus, however, was not defenseless. He retaliated, forcing Wingo back against the wall.

"How dare you defile me with your barbaric attacks!" Zeus roared, unleashing another bolt. This time, Wingo couldn't dodge. The lightning struck him, paralyzing him against the stone.

Seeing their master weakened, Typhon retaliated with a devastating barrage of lightning and fire. Zeus took to the skies, merging with the storm clouds. From his vantage point, he blasted back, aiming for Typhon. The monstrous creature shrieked as several of its heads were vaporized by the powerful beam.

"Silence, abomination!" Zeus roared, unleashing a beam of pure energy that pierced through Typhon's body. Blood erupted in a crimson geyser, raining down upon Greece.

Typhon crumpled to the earth, its monstrous offspring wailing in grief. Zeus bellowed with laughter, convinced of his victory over the creatures and mortals who dared challenge his reign. But his triumph was short-lived. The same spear that had pierced the clouds earlier reappeared, tearing them asunder and revealing Zeus in his supposed sanctuary.

"Still alive, Zeus?" Wingo boomed, appearing behind the king of gods and slamming him into the mountainside. The blow shattered the very palace where the Olympians reveled.

"You...you still don't understand the difference between us," Zeus stammered, struggling to rise. His voice betrayed the fear gnawing at his remaining strength. "We, the Olympian gods, are far more evolved than you who merely cater to barbarians who worship your crude form!"

Wingo stalked towards Zeus, a predator closing in on its prey. He seized the weakened god by the head and hurled him onto his now-broken throne.

"Enlightenment? I doubt those who reside on Olympus even know the meaning of the word," Wingo sneered, raising his spear for the final blow.

Just as he was about to strike, the ground shuddered violently. Kronos, the Titan king, erupted from the mountain, his immense form crushing both Wingo and Zeus in the process. Kronos brushed himself off, surprised to find no blood staining his hand, only crumbled rock.

"Another pawn in your schemes, I see," Wingo snarled, lunging for the Titan's head in an attempt to topple him. But Iapetus, the Titan of mortality, intervened with a brutal slap that sent Wingo reeling towards the Pindus Mountains.

Stunned and enraged, Wingo realized his folly. The Titans, he should have known, were merely playing them all. His anger burned hotter than ever. As Hyperion, the Titan of the sun, approached with murderous intent, Wingo roared a challenge.

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"Hear me, brothers and sisters!" His voice resonated across the lands, echoing between Greece and the underworld. "The Titans have betrayed us!"

The scattered eleven heard his cry and readied themselves for battle. Wingo watched in horror as Hyperion charged towards him. With a desperate cry, he launched his spear, piercing the Titan's skull and severing his body at the waist. Hyperion's lifeless lower half crumpled to the ground, while Helios, the sun god, fearing for his own life, vanished, plunging the world into darkness.

Blood still rained from the heavens, a grim tribute to Typhon's sacrifice. Wingo spotted Crius, another Titan, scaling the mountain towards Olympus. Determined to make the Titans pay, he snatched Hyperion's abandoned spear and soared towards Crius. With a brutal swipe, he severed one of the Titan's legs, eliciting a roar of pain but not stopping his ascent.

"Crius," Wingo roared, his voice thick with anger. "You saved us from the underworld, only to betray us now?"

"We merely used you," Crius admitted, lunging for Wingo in mid-air. "Pawns in our revenge against the gods who imprisoned us for eons!"

"I should have known," Wingo growled, raising his spear. He launched it with deadly aim, but Crius deflected it with a spray of blood erupting from his wound.

Wingo surged upwards, piercing the dark clouds that clung to the mountain's peak. The Titans watched as he emerged, and Iapetus reacted first. He hurled a massive stone, but Wingo met it head-on, shattering it with his spear.

"Your reign of terror ends here, Titans!" Wingo declared, charging his spear with a blinding light. He hurled it at Iapetus, the force of the impact severing the Titan's head from his body.

Kronos, enraged, lunged at Wingo, attempting to crush him in his massive hand. But Wingo, fueled by righteous fury, ripped through the Titan's palm with his bare hands. Kronos roared in pain, bewildered by the unexpected resistance.

"Your grievances with your son are understandable," Wingo said, his voice surprisingly calm. "But to cast me aside and punish the one who sought justice for Haidee...unforgivable."

Kronos, consumed by vengeance, disregarded Wingo's words. He attempted to hurl Wingo from Olympus, but the Celtic god had reached his breaking point. With a swift movement, he drew his sword and charged. He sliced off the Titan's arm at the shoulder, sending a fresh wave of blood cascading down the mountainside. The crimson tide now painted the slopes, a grim testament to the interference of the Titans.

"You shall never rule Olympus," Kronos bellowed, spitting at Wingo in defiance. "And you mortals will never truly control the land!"

Wingo countered with a powerful blow to the Titan's head, leaving a gaping wound and silencing the once-mighty Kronos.

Landing back on the terrace of Olympus, Wingo found Zeus slumped on his throne, gasping for breath. The battle with the Titans had drained him of his strength.

"Please," Zeus rasped, kneeling before Wingo and clutching at his feet in a pathetic display. "Spare my life. I recognize your power, a true god. Show me mercy."

Wingo recoiled in disgust. Kicking Zeus back onto his throne, he wrestled with the urge to deliver the final blow. To kill would stain his honor as a warrior god.

"Why… why did you kill Haidee?" Wingo demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Zeus, weak and defeated, attempted a laugh. "So, she was your mate, that… whore?"

The insult ignited a fresh wave of fury within Wingo. He silenced Zeus with a single punch, his anger burning hotter than ever before. Zeus, sensing his impending doom, responded with a final, spiteful spit.

"You are no more than a barbarian," he croaked, wasting his last ounce of defiance.

Unable to contain his rage any longer, Wingo grabbed Zeus and flung him down the stairs leading from the throne. Zeus scrambled to his feet, but Wingo was relentless. He flipped Zeus over, forcing him to face his attacker. Another glob of spit landed on Wingo's face, followed by a feeble attempt at a punch. It was a pathetic display from a fallen god.

"This blow is for Leon!" Wingo roared, striking Zeus a single, powerful blow across the cheek.

With each subsequent strike, Wingo's voice grew louder, his anger more profound. "This for Kyra!" Another blow landed, stronger than the last. "Juno!" The force behind his attack intensified further.

"Typhon!" Wingo unleashed a blow fueled by near-unbridled rage, connecting with Zeus's other cheek.

Finally, for Haidee, Wingo delivered a crushing blow with his clenched fist, the impact echoing through the chamber.

Wingo rained down a relentless barrage of blows even after Zeus lost consciousness. Each hit would briefly rouse the fallen god, only for him to be pummeled back into unconsciousness. Blood splattered across the stairs, staining both Zeus and Wingo.

With a final rasp, Zeus muttered, "Barbarians..." before succumbing to darkness. Dark clouds gathered overhead, unleashing a deafening roar of thunder across the land.

Rising to his feet, Wingo dragged Zeus's unconscious form back to the terrace of Olympus. Looking out at the world, Wingo witnessed the devastating aftermath – Greece lay ravaged, partially submerged by the ocean. A plan began to form in his mind, a way to heal the land.

"Greece," he declared, his voice heavy with exhaustion, "will rise again under new leadership."

With renewed purpose, Wingo slammed Zeus's head against the terrace edge, jolting him awake. The fallen god attempted to summon his lightning power, raising a weak hand. But Wingo reacted swiftly, tearing off Zeus's left arm and restraining him.

"This is for the future of Greece!" Wingo roared, his voice straining. With a final surge of strength, he ripped off Zeus's head. A blinding flash of lightning erupted across Greece in response.

He tossed the body aside, holding the severed head aloft. As he raised it toward the sky, a dazzling light emanated from it, the power within dissipating and merging with the heavens. The anger that had fueled Wingo drained away, leaving him utterly spent. He stumbled towards the fractured throne of Zeus, collapsing onto the armrest and letting out a long sigh of relief.

The other gods, having emerged victorious from their own battles, gathered on the terrace. They awaited the arrival of Wingo, their new leader. As they gazed out at the ravaged landscape, the heat of battle slowly fading, they too settled onto the edge of the terrace, seeking solace in the aftermath.