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The demigod hadn’t even been fighting them seriously until now. The creature’s clawed hand reached again, this time faster than before, searing through the air like a comet. Aaron shoved Ophelia behind him, catching the brunt of the blow with his blade. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave blasting craters across the land. Aaron staggered, blood dripping from his mouth. Ophelia screamed, her fire exploding outward in a storm of silver. She hurled herself at the god, every fiber of her being burning with fury. Her flames lashed his face, forcing him to shield his eyes, and for a heartbeat, she felt his emotions and saw his fury.

“ Do you see his resilience? A normal immortal would have long yielded to these blows and given up. ” The words stung the ego of the youngest looking God, who now took thigs personally. “ Alright. Alright. If this isn't enough to kill you. May be, this will, ” He smirked as he conjured two deep magenta handcuffs from thin air. He threw each one at Akata's either hands. Akata arched back as he cried aloud in an excruciating pain. “ That's the God-Chain. ” One of the Gods stood up and exclaimed,but another gently pulled him back as they watched Akata's life force finishing from his veins.

The explosion did not remain confined to the Sedgegan Mountains. It rippled outward—through the skies, through ley lines, through the invisible currents that only divine beings could sense. Across Somerland, every God of War felt it at the same instant. It was not merely power; it carried intent, conflict, and something disturbingly unfamiliar. Within war temples and divine sanctums, armoured figures paused mid-motion. Blades stopped inches from targets. Conversations died as divine senses flared open instinctively, all turning toward the same distant direction. Expressions hardened. A presence had clashed—one powerful enough to shake the foundations of the world.

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Owen answers for both of us. I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Owen says. “That,” I agreed quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Owen. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Owen shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

But the first pressure of the war had broken. And for now— That was enough. He turned his head once more, looking out over the ocean as though considering whether to end the conversation with violence after all. But the moment had already shifted. The certainty he had arrived with was gone, replaced by the dangerous arithmetic of a god who had been forced to acknowledge a new kind of power. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, roughened by restraint. “You have the scent of multiple divine lines on you,” he said. “Poseidon. Kali. Something older than both.”

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

"You freed me from my chains, it is time I do the same for you. Fly high, Marius." The noble stallion may now run free, just like him who has found new joy without the shackles that bound him to Olympus. The wine god learned to grow grapevines on the ground, along with the generous rain that passes by every now and then, that is where the business rose into full bloom; from the god itself and his noble helper. Maenads, centaurs, nymphs, and seilenoi or wind spirits began to show help, hiding the god's existence as they bowed at his feet.

“This is not good,” Slabhrai, the goddess of chains, said as she noticed a change in the lower planes, “I can feel a shift in power.” “What do you mean?” Chogaidh, the god of war replied, “Is something happening in the mortal plane again?” The other gods gathered, wondering what it could be this time. The last time that Slabhrai, who governs the chains that connect the different planes of the world, felt this shift in power was when the first Demon King was born. Back then they merely swept it off as a normal event among them mortals; after all, they did not expect that the god of games would intervene.

Beyond the eight God of War titans, they had even rallied an army of a staggering one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers! Fly Drakon caught the flicker of worry in General Chava's eyes and quickly reassured him, "General, ease your mind. The eight of us are a force to be reckoned with. Liam won't stand a chance if he dares to cross paths with us—he's as good as gone." Garna inhaled sharply, nodding silently, his thoughts racing. He hoped against hope that those eight legendary warriors, each a God of War from their own nation, could take down Liam, the feared Commander-in-chief of Pendragon.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”