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.

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

“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

“Heyyyy,” Reus greeted his scowling son awkwardly. It was easy to act cool when there was a murderer after his son, but now that the nuisance had been dealt with, he had to face the son he had abandoned for the first time in a year. It was even worse when he was reminded that his son had been stuck in another universe for a few more years. Just imagining how his boy would have felt when he woke up to two absent parents made him nervous.Mane stared at Reus expressionlessly. His excitement of being reunited with his father had faded the moment Ares lost his life, and his mind was clear to think again. Immediately, he realised why Reus was here. The man who was supposed to be at Olympus, fighting for the throne and restoring it to normalcy, was here. Clearly he was here to watch his son’s debut into the world of heroes. While that was sweet in its own way, he had abandoned his son to restore balance to his place of origin. For like it or not, he was still an Olympian. To come here and

“Who are we going to meet first, Loki? You have said nothing to me about the reason why we are here. Are you going to keep me in the dark even though you asked that I come with you?” Ananse, the Goddess of Wisdom formerly known as the Spider Goddess, frowned as she spoke.She was walking together with Loki through Gowen City. Both who large cloaks that hid much of their appearance, and their hoods concealed their faces perfectly. The two had arrived in the Dreamscape Universe through means that only Loki knew and had immediately come to this remote planet. This had confused Ananse of course, for the reason why they were here had been laid out to her by the God of Mischief; yet for some reason, the God of Mischief had been tight-lipped about their next move and why they were here, in a planet as weak and barren as this one.“We are here,” Loki, the one Mane had called Uncle Jake for a large part of his life, stopped in front of an artisan shop with a stern look on his face.Ananse gave