Return of a Relic!

*Boom*

Conflict. It was something that happened everywhere. There was no one exempt from it. What differed was its nature. For some, conflict came in the form of war and famine. For others, it was merely a disagreement that would not cost them their lives, but their livelihoods. Others fought against themselves. Whatever it was, conflict was universal, and even gods were not exempt from this. Apollo looked at his opponent, his eyes burning with the fiery rage that the universe had long forgotten. He exuded light so pure and true that the one who was facing him was forced to take a few steps back. Yet he did not retreat.

“Will you keep standing in my path!” Apollo asked as his sword was enveloped by the rare light element.

“Forgive me. I am merely doing what I ought to do,” Horus, the man who stood opposite the Olympian God with free reign over the rare light element, spoke.

“What you ought to? You speak of this like it is your obligation. It is not. You are choosing to stand in my pat