726 BCE / XXVII Ann. Ab Urbe Condita
The armies of Olympus assembled in Ogygia to await battle with the Titan general Atlas.
The nations of the mortal world had shown up in full force to defend their realm, setting aside petty squabbles for the greater good. The gods descended from their thrones to join the humans. Zeus himself appeared in the centre of town, flanked by such divine allies as Ceres, Kratos, and Zephyrus. Bacchus stumbled across the rooftops in a drunken tither. Aeolus, King of the Winds, left his post in the sky and channelled his inner Patroclus, donning the sacred armour of Neptune.
As the sun crossed the sky, though, the soldiers grew restless — Where was the enemy? What cruel trick was he playing? Day turned to night, and the nervous energy bubbled over. It was the harvest goddess Ceres that spotted him: Atlas had launched his attack on the western wall of Ogygia. The gods and mortal soldiers abandoned caution and rained fire on the Titan, and a final blow from Zeus' Alpha Bolt repulsed the first attack. Atlas renewed his offensive from the east, but the defenders were too quick once again: Zephyrus, gentle god of the west wind, soared in to fell the Titan with his Whip of the Wind.
It seems, in his hubris, Atlas had underestimated his rivals. He returned to his camp to regroup. He communed with his uncle Kronos, the dread commander. The Lord of Time, taken aback by the defeats but nonetheless unfazed, gave Atlas new instructions.
Lightning split the Ogygian sky, and the electric-blue eyes of Zeus turned gold. The arrogant King of Olympus had let his guard down in victory, and the Titan lord took control of the god, as a puppet-master would a marionette. Aeolus, too, betrayed his people, falling under the Titans’ sway.
The battle thus shifted, the mortals began to lose ground. Hecate’s magic seemed not to harm Atlas, nor did the gleaming axe of Honos. The sneaky Aquitanian siblings prevented the enemy from claiming new ground, but wave after wave of Titan monsters advanced. Zeus and Aeolus, still entranced, let loose their divine powers, and the fighting spiraled into stalemate. Until, at last: a breakthrough.
Eryx, a son of Aphrodite, found he could harm Atlas with his powerful blue sword. He made the Titan bleed, and the ichor of Atlas flowed into the red-stained waters off Ogygia. Twice, the general came inches from death. Distracted by the attack, Atlas’ grasp on his godly allies slipped. The king of the gods, throwing off his shackles, returned sheepishly to the fray with his siblings and children. In one almighty burst of strength, Zeus brought his axe down on the head of his cousin Atlas, and the Titan general fell, at last, into shadow. So it was that Ogygia survived the first battle of the Third Titanomachy.
The forces of Kronos were laid low, forced to regroup before Hyperion’s invasion of Dacia. The army of Olympus had scored a Pyrrhic victory. The mortal soldiers and gods were battered, bruised, and bloodied by days of fighting, but their resolve had held… so far.