The Battle Above The Gods Eye Novels & Stories

She called out, realising she hadn’t heard from him for a while as Ocean weaved through the trees. “Everything’s fine, Brie. We’ll see you in a moment.” He promised, easing her worry as she came into the clearing. Scarlett had been right, there were at least 20 or so rogues battling with the warriors. Ocean grumbled as Brielle realised they must have teleported in, meaning Zion was near. She quickly noticed her mother and father in the midst of it all, fighting alongside their warriors. A sense of pride and relief filled her, knowing they were currently unharmed and still as sharp as the day she was born.

Chad wanted to decline because assisting Micah was already an honor for him. He wanted to know about the situation above the sky. Chad believed Micah had first-hand knowledge. "No need. I just want to ask about the situation in the sky—" However, before Chad could finish his sentence, Micah interrupted him. "You shouldn't ask about this. Since you brought it up, I'll just give you some simple facts." Micah's tone was solemn, and Chad finally learned of the situation in the sky. "That's it. All 300 earthbound immortals died in the battle, as did Sir Lawson. Now, Theoden Davidson, the God of War, is holding the situation with his family."

Kieran was not in the room, he was attending to other things, so I was barely distracted. One war stood out immediately; the War of the Crimson Sky. The Moon Goddess had called upon humans to fight alongside her celestial warriors. The sky, once peaceful, had turned blood-red as thousands clashed. It was said that the battle lasted for seven nights without rest, and on the final night, the Goddess herself descended, her silver light washing over the battlefield. Her presence alone ended the war, forcing the darkness to retreat.

------ The battle raged like a tempest unleashed. The Elders' sanctuary, once serene in its dark grandeur, erupted with light and fury. Resistance fighters poured in like a divine flood, driven by the will of their fallen, their eyes blazing with purpose. Their weapons—blessed steel, enchanted stones, ancient runes—clashed against the sorcery of the Elders, whose bodies twisted and warped into terrifying avatars of flame and void.

Or, that could be Thorin's past life. In a glimpse of my memory, I saw an army of red warriors attacking both of us, but we were very strong. We were unstoppable. We fought side by side along with the vampires and werewolves. We were winning, until... That made me stop! A deep realization came in. The war of the gods wasn't the first one that happened in this realm. There was a war that occurred before that. I saw it. At the back of my mind, I saw the moon goddess and goddess Alectrona on the highest platform, watching us.

What the gods conceal, I see. His body flashed brighter—his voice deeper, stronger. "Pain was my birthplace. Created out of love. Fire was used as a test. I am both the shadow and the flame. And now— He turned his eyes to the heavens, and the stars appeared to answer. “I declare war.” The clearing trembled. From above came a strong voice. Louder than thunder. Older than anything we have previously encountered. "Now is the time for the real battle... against the gods themselves."

Zeus' eyes were slightly cold. At this moment, a guard of the sacred city rushed in, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said, “Chief God, it’s bad! The gods are fighting! A battle of the gods broke out in the base camp of the Hall of Evil! Six gods are attacking Evil God Vataco!” Hiss! Zeus frowned, and the expression on his face became colder. Hearing this, Leo roared frantically, “Father! Look at these gods! They don’t care about your Chief God’s Order at all! They don’t see you as the chief god at all!”

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Quintan murmured, almost to himself, “He’s even more talented and fated than I thought.” Abraham appeared beside him, his presence equally composed yet sharp as a blade. “And yet you still look surprised,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the boy. Quintan’s reply was barely above a whisper. “He might be our only hope.” The clouds above them growled again, louder this time, lightning arcing across the heavens like divine veins. Quintan’s gaze hardened. “All of you — step back.” The Gods of War hesitated, but the edge in his tone made them vanish in an instant, retreating several dozen meters away. Abraham snapped his fingers, and Gloria and her team suddenly appeared beside Elysia, far

The battlefield had become a graveyard of gods. Mountains burned beneath the fractured eclipse while darkness and silver fire clashed endlessly across the ruined land. Hunters fought shadow creatures among collapsing stone towers. Wolves howled through rivers of corruption. And beneath it all, the Abyss watched. That massive golden eye remained open beneath the cracked earth, ancient and patient, studying Lira and Kael with terrifying fascination. The King stood between them and the Abyss now. Protectively. Violently. Darkness spiraled around his massive form like a storm barely restrained.