“What power is this?” 1st asked as he helplessly watched his protégé soullessly reclaim his stand on the stage.He didn’t want Mane to lose. Of course, he didn’t; but he definitely didn’t want him to win this way either. That dark and sinister power that had engulfed the boy was the very same one that they had tried to fight against years ago. It was this very same power that they had rescued the boy from and had blamed Cronos for. After all, it smelled much like the Selfish Titan King; however, Cronos was here with them right now. Just like them, he was trapped within the young Supreme and unable to do anything but watch the young boy’s transformation. He had been freed of any accusation!“I think you know what power this is,” Cronos answered simply.He didn’t sound as worried as the 1st. On the contrary, he was not even worried. He was calm and composed and his voice was not fettered by the feelings of anxiety or fear.“No, it cannot be!” 1st screamed in denial.The other masters we
“Who are you? You aren’t the Supreme.” Professor Stern asked with furrowed brows.As he spoke his aura was raised to the maximum in preparation for war. It was clear that he was not naïve enough to think that this would end in a conversation. As for his question, he had every right to ask this. For he could easily tell that the person in front of him was merely wearing the Supreme’s husk but was not the Supreme himself.Mane watched the Professor silently without saying anything. His eyes were darker than an abyss, yet they weren’t glazed over. There was sentience reflected in them, yet the Supreme would pay the professor no heed. He watched the two professors silently and then lifted his hands. Light and Darkness shivered strongly next to him, unleashing auras several times stronger than before. Nightmare which Mane was wielding before was also allowed to float beside the Supreme. Even Professor Jackson was stunned to see it moving freely, for it was not a Soul Weapon like Light and
War was part of life. Everyday, we are forced to fight our own battles. Some are won, and some are lost; but in the end, the true winner of war is the one who can rack up more wins than losses. When it came to war between two forces, not much was different. There was one great disparity though.Unlike the wars we fought against ourselves, the wars that claimed lives and left people destitute didn’t determine their winners by the number of battles won, but by one or two moments that could easily shape an era. The winners of a hundred battles could easily lose the war by failing to grasp victory in the most important battles. What did it matter if you conquered a hundred minor world and lost one major world? What meaning was there in bringing back the heads of ten generals but losing the head of your king? Victory is made meaningless at that point.Those that sought the universe understood this logic. Thise that sought to place everything in their hands, moved by the power of this law.
*Boom*Ares flew through the sky with great speed. His lips were stained with his own blood and his breathing was hurried. His aura was unstable and though he looked relatively fine on the outside, his star map was a mess on the inside. Taking a blow from the one strong enough to carry an entire world had been more dangerous than he thought it would be. Even though he had tried to offset the destruction by using his maximum strength, it had not been enough. He finally understood why Hoovey was always warning him to stay away from the Celestial Emperor. That man was just as powerful as his father!“I am sorry Hoovey. I promise to avenge you one day.” Ares swore silently.For while he did not regret the decision to abandon Hoovey, his most trusted aide, to save his own life, he it was still a painful decision he had made. It was a hard choice and though it was the most logical one given that he had to survive since he was the king, his heart still ached at the thought of Hoovey’s death.
Olympus had always been stuck in a conundrum, Among the gods who were of the new generation, who was strongest? Olympus which had lived a century without the presence of two of its big three, Hades and Poseidon, couldn’t help but wonder what would happen were they to lose Zeus as well. It sounded like something that was impossible, but was it? After all, several millions of years ago, it had been an impossible thing to consider the absence of Hades and Poseidon. Olympus had been very strong then, and who dared to look down on them with all Zeus and his brothers around? Yet had that illusion not been shattered by their sudden disappearance? And had Zeus not fallen a mere century after, and that to his own child? Olympus knew that if Hades and Poseidon were around, there was no way that Ares would have been brave enough to usurp his father’s throne. If Ares had not done it, Ra or that power hungry Jade Emperor who hid his motives behind his smile, would have come after the vast 2nd Heav
*Boom**Boom**Roar**Bang*“Amazing,” Mane muttered as his eyes tracked the figures of his father and estranged uncle. Even with True Eyes, could barely make out their forms through the mess of fire and earth that they freely commanded. Destruction followed them wherever they went, and Edict run thin as they abused this already scarce resource. “So, this is the power of gods,” Mane’s eyes shone brightly as another mountain was reduced to dust by his father. Flames engulfed the figure of the one the universe knew as Brute King like clothes hugging the figure of a well-proportioned model. Each movement accentuated the power of the fire that dwelt within and around him, and with a wave of his wrists anything that had life embraced death. This was the true power of Brimstone!“Watch closely, kid. This is the proper way to use the flames you have been blessed with. This is the way of the fire Phoenix!” 1st exclaimed excitedly within Mane’s mind space.Mane could hear the other masters s
“I must thank you,” Ares stated as he walked out of the flames.His clothes had been burned to cinders and there was no garment that remained on him. His clothes, which were made from the highest quality materials and were equivalent to high grade armour, had been reduced to ash by his own brother’s flames. It would have been a miracle if he had managed t survive those flames with just a few injuries, but he was completely unscathed! Only his reddened skin signified his discomfort!“Save your thanks. I didn’t plan to aid your breakthrough.” Reus stated and stretched forth his hand.A magnificent spear appeared in the hands of the man who controlled the phoenix’s flames on his command. It was a dark red spear with a blood red tip. It reeked of blood and gore, and its presence shifted Reus’ aura sharply. If he was a flaming boulder before, now his presence was akin to that of a fiery blade.“While you are right, it doesn’t matter. It was by fighting you that I rediscovered who I am. I t
Reus and Ares clashed several times. Each clash produced a different victor, but the battle was not won by either one of them. Ares was having a hard time dealing with the Flames of Purgatory. It was no surprise given that these flames were on par with Zeus’ Heavenly Lightning. They burned and scorched and threatened to take his life at every turn. It took more than his physical strength and his mastery over the earth to offset the aggressive might of thee flames.Reus was in a similar predicament as well. Although he was called the Brute King and was a battle god, he was still a god who had lived several millions of years shorter than his brother. He may be a god of combat like Ares, but experience was a fatal advantage when two battle gods came face to face. Ares was more adept at using his powers to his advantage unlike him who had hidden the Flames of Purgatory and had seldom relied on it. One could say that he was now gaining understanding of his own power. Besides that, Ares’ br