The Extra Can't be A Hero-Chapter 312: The Titans Counterattack (1)

Anemos did not know how to respond. Its colossal form was locked in place, not merely by chains, but by the distortion of spacetime itself. The air around it had hardened into a cage; every attempt to accelerate or disperse only rebounded inward, as though the world had denied it permission to move.

Worse... Its soul could not stir.

The spiritual bindings did not cling to wind or lightning. They wrapped around its essence. The storm within its core raged violently, yet it could not shift a single inch under Yue’s authority. The chains were not restraining power—they were overruling it.

Never, in all its existence, had Anemos experienced such absolute suppression. Not even before the Titan King. Before the King, there had been hierarchy.

A difference in might, not an insurmountable chasm. What Yue displayed was something else entirely. As the Spirit Goddess, her authority was fundamental. In their current fractured state, stripped of complete divinity and separated from their cores, the Titans were vulnerable in ways they had never anticipated.

Yue could overwhelm them... All of them.

Thunder rolled violently across Anemos’ body as fury ignited in its lightning-filled eyes. The atmosphere trembled under the pressure of its rage. It had not foreseen this outcome. It had not calculated that Yue’s ascension would elevate her to such a terrifying degree.

And it certainly had not expected to feel helpless. But rage was not surrender. Lightning intensified, turning blinding white. The vortex beneath it spun faster and denser, compressing the wind into razor-edged currents. If it could not escape, it would tear through the bindings by force.

"Yue Elune... Do you have any idea what you’re going up against?"

"Heh? Are you trying to buy time?" Yue scoffed, but didn’t falter. "Alright, I’ll humour you. What am I going up against?"

"Us Titans... we’re aspects of the planet. Embodiments of laws. Even if you can rob our divinities, you won’t be able to replace our authority."

"Hoh? Is that what you think? Even after I took your brother’s authority for my own?"

"..."

Anemos didn’t reply, but its silence spoke volumes.

"You’re just a relic of a bygone era... So stay that way."

Yue raised her arm, ready to land the killing blow. With Anemos in her grasp, the only thing she needed to do was to rip the core out of its body and present it to Manon. Alas, the Titan still had a trick up its sleeve.

"Let’s see about that!"

Lightning detonated at the edges of Anemos’ sealed core.

For the first time, the spiritual chains trembled. A violent surge of condensed divinity erupted outward, forcing Yue to loosen her grip for the briefest fraction of a second.

That was all the Sky Titan needed.

The backlash rippled across the firmament, and the upper heavens convulsed as though struck by celestial judgment. The sky darkened. Thunderheads gathered in a single, suffocating mass directly above them. Billions of lightning bolts split the atmosphere in chaotic succession, turning the heavens into a blinding lattice of destruction.

Each strike carried enough force to vaporise mountains. The world below trembled as if a heavenly tribulation had descended upon it. It was no longer a battlefield.

It was an apocalypse.

Amon moved without hesitation. He closed the distance between himself and Yue, their presences aligning instinctively. Their energies intertwined—divine authority and sovereign spirit weaving together into a seamless defence.

Amon’s body ignited. Divinity spiralled around him as he unleashed all of his Moons, each one rising behind him like eclipsed halos. His aura deepened into something ancient and terrifying. In that moment, he was no longer merely human. He became the Judicator of the Heavens.

Nyx gleamed in his grasp, its edge burning with a god-killing radiance that devoured stray lightning before it could touch him.

With one clean, absolute swing, Amon cleaved upward.

The sky split.

The storm-laden clouds were severed in two, torn apart by a blade that did not simply cut matter—but law. For a fleeting heartbeat, the obscured moonlight poured through the wound in the heavens, casting silver illumination across the chaos.

But Anemos was not finished. Its massive form ruptured.

The Titan’s body dissolved into a torrent of unrelenting wind, abandoning cohesion in favour of raw elemental fury. The atmosphere screamed as a colossal cyclone formed, spiralling downward with enough force to grind cities into dust.

The winds howled like a dying god, ripping apart the remnants of cloud and thunder alike.

This time, Yue acted first.

She raised her arms, and spacetime crystallised around them. The air folded inward, locking into a layered distortion that rendered the pair untouchable. The cyclone battered against the invisible boundary, but the winds could not penetrate the sealed coordinates she had anchored.

Storm against sovereign will. For several long seconds, the world was nothing but roaring wind and flashing light.

Then... everything stopped.

The cyclone dissipated. The thunderclouds thinned. The violent turbulence faded into scattered currents drifting harmlessly across the sky. As the dust and vapour settled, the heavens stood empty.

But... Anemos was gone.

"Did he self-destruct?"

"No, he escaped." Yue spat while answering Amon’s query. "I had no idea the Titans could do that... It seems like they still have authority over their respective elements."

"Would that be a problem?"

"No, I believe he spent the remnants of his authority with that escape. The next time we face Anemos, he shouldn’t have the same power."

Yue was careless. She’d underestimated her opponents and was too confident in her own abilities. If she’d been more prudent, perhaps Anemos wouldn’t have escaped that easily.

"No, I can’t guarantee that... Let’s increase the threat level of the Titans by a notch. We shouldn’t fall into the trap of belittling our enemies."

"..."

Amon watched as Yue furrowed her brows in disappointment. He wanted to say that the girl was already powerful enough, but at the same time... he knew the fallings of being too overconfident.

"The Titans... They’re going to be a tricky foe..."

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Minutes after the bout in the skies...

Within the Necropolis of the Gods, where the remains of fallen divinities slumbered in eternal stillness, the skies split with a shrill, violent rumble.

Thunder cracked across the cavernous expanse overhead, lightning branching like fractures through a darkened firmament that had not stirred in centuries.

The air grew heavy, metallic, charged with the scent of ozone and ruin.

Then... something fell.

A massive silhouette tore through the upper veil of the Necropolis, trailing shattered arcs of lightning in its wake. It crashed into the jagged stone below with catastrophic force, sending shockwaves through the rocky caverns.

Ancient pillars splintered. Dust and debris exploded outward in a choking wave.

At the centre of the crater lay Anemos.

The Sky Titan’s once-majestic storm form flickered violently, unstable. Its body wavered between dissipation and substance—at times dissolving into mist, at others forcibly condensing back into fractured physicality.

Lightning sputtered weakly along its limbs, no longer roaring but twitching erratically like a dying pulse. It had expended too much.

Its escape from Yue had not been a victory. It had been survival.

The first to respond was Xiphos, the Metal Titan. His colossal body, forged of dark celestial alloy, groaned as he moved. Each step rang against the stone like a hammer striking an anvil. He approached the crater slowly, heavy metallic eyes narrowing at the sight before him.

For a being like Anemos to return in such a state....

Xiphos stopped at the crater’s edge, fragments of broken stone grinding beneath his weight. His voice, when it emerged, was deep and resonant, echoing across the cavern like clashing steel.

"Anemos! What happened to you?"

"I-I..."

"Hold on! I’ll get Agos!"

"No need," a resonant voice said at that moment. The familiar tanned man with a dominant presence stepped before the fallen Anemos and raised his arm over the fractured Titan.

"Anemos, you... fought against the humans who killed Knodalon?"

"... y-yes."

The Sky Titan replied weakly. Its form was gradually being restructured as Agos poured liquid mana into its dismembered body, and the mana that it’d lost from escaping was being replenished. It didn’t take long for Anemos regain its ability to speak.

"I wanted to see for myself... how powerful the humans were."

"... And?"

"They’re unfathomable... Agos. Especially the one who robbed Knodalon’s divinity. She has taken over the Spirit Realm."

"You’re telling me... she merged with Origin?"

Even Agos was stunned speechless. Origin wasn’t just a mere spirit; it was the ruler of the Spirit Realm. It had existed long before the Titans and will continue to exist as long as the planet lives. Compared to the Titans that had lost their divinities, Origin was a transcendent power.

But that transcendence came at a cost.

It had no will and no emotions. It couldn’t move on its own. It was simply an entity that existed.

Yes, it possessed infinite power. But what good was that if it didn’t have the will to use it.

Well... until now that is.

"Yes, she may not be able to draw upon all of its power, but she can utilise a good portion of it. It isn’t an exaggeration to call her a Spirit Divine."

Even during the reign of the Titans, there wasn’t a single entity that reigned supreme over the Spirits. They were aspects capable of contracting and controlling Spirits, but to call themselves the Spirit God?

Blasphemy.

"We’re left with no choice then... We must strike them now."

Xiphos exploded; half with anger, the other... urgency.

If Yue was already this strong now, one could only imagine how much more powerful she would become in a few months’ time. Nay, give her another few days, and she would attune herself with her newfound power, making it infinitely more difficult to conquer her.

"Yes, I wished to make our plan foolproof before we strike, but... It seems we’re forced into a corner."

Agos glanced down at the recuperating Anemos and, with a defeated smile, he said: "Anemos. I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to rest just yet."

"No... I understand..."

Anemos slowly got up as the tornado beneath its torso regained its lost vigour. At the same time, Agos raised his hand and spoke into the void:

"Pyrrhos. Theia. Your excursion is over. Return immediately."

For the first time in history... all the Titans were moving to hunt one single inferior creature.