Sr. A.
Hours later, at Arthur's camp, the queen had regained her composure. She stood tall, her tears having ceased.
With a sword in hand, she sighed in relief. "Finally he let me go..." she thought, sprinting towards the battlefield. She made a superhuman leap, towards the battlefield.
Arthur, observing the battlefield, thought indignantly. "Why is only Tristan using the runes powers? Don't they know how to use the marks of Light?! And why don't they use Qi manifestation?!"
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On the battlefield, the ground was littered with so many corpses that it was difficult to see the grass beneath the mud and blood. The scene was gruesome. But Zeus would never retreat; it was unthinkable. He saw himself as a god, above fear.
[What are you waiting for to manifest your Qi and use the marks of Light to finish this battle quickly?! It's been three days! Or do you want me to come and teach you?] Arthur used the seal of Light on them to convey this threat to his soldiers.
Arthur's words sent shivers down their spines. Fear gripped them, and the battle took an even worse direction for the Union.
Queen Andromeda landed gracefully and gripped her sword tightly. "It's now!" she thought, taking a deep breath.
An enemy soldier charged towards her, screaming. – AHH!! DIE!!!
Andromeda, dodge his attack with a swift crouch and plunged her sword into his stomach. – Phew... – she smiled, wiping sweat from her brow.
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Back at his camp, Arthur watched the queen with his hands behind his back. "A single scratch on her, Mara. Try putting a single scratch, and this place will be called the cemetery of the Union..." Arthur thought to himself, his face veined with anger.
The personification of Darkness, who hadn't appeared since Arthur killed Brunhilde, stood next to him, smiling. – It's funny how you haven't chosen me yet, but you are very similar to me... – she whispered in Arthur's ear.
Her hair, made of darkness, floated through the air. Her tight dress, also of darkness, covered her chest to her feet. She had white skin, black eyes, full black lips, and a body so voluptuous it rivaled Hera and Aphrodite. The dress enhanced her curves, and her black nails grazed Arthur's cheek.
Arthur glanced at the battlefield, a forced smile on his face. "How is this woman here?! Didn't she disappear after I climbed mount Everest...?!" he wondered. He hid his doubts behind his smile. – Do you think you fool me with that attractive body? You only know how to kill and destroy, disappear! – he commanded, fixing his gaze on the battle.
The personification of Darkness laughed softly and looked at him with a pout. – I know you. You may be His child now, you may even be a Titan, but I know your nature. Do you think you hide it from me, cutie? Huh, Aether Hyperion? You haven't gotten rid of me yet, I want you! You don't need the Light... – she purred, but Arthur interrupted.
– Disappear! – Arthur repeated firmly, eyes never leaving the battlefield.
The embodiment of the Endless Dim smirked. – Very well... For the time being! Call me Apokolips next time, babe... – she vanished, her laughter echoing in the air.
The Spirit of Justice in Arthur's mind stated vehemently, "You did well! Don't talk to that creature!"
"Yes. But that name... She called me Aether Hyperion... Why do I feel like that name is mine...?" Arthur asked the Spirit of Justice but received no answer.
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In the Union camp, Artemis stood behind Zeus and Poseidon, looking out over the battlefield in horror at the Union's state. – Father, let me enter the battlefield with Perseus... – she pleaded.
Zeus glared at Arthur, veins pulsing on his face. He no longer looked at the battlefield; it was clear his army was losing. – NO! You are a deity, don't enter! – he ordered, clenching his fists.
Poseidon, next to Zeus, holding his golden, glorious trident, stared out over the battlefield. – Let's wait! Let's watch the Treadway... – he said, his blue and white tunic billowing in the wind.
In the meeting room of the Assembly of the Gods, Athena stood next to the main throne, her calm, knowledgeable gaze fixed on the screen. "The Union army has no wisdom, no strategy, and no direction..." she thought, watching Arthur's soldiers skillfully avoid the princes of war.
"It's more than clear that they're using a strategy, but don't the princes understand? It's not possible! Mara was my disciple, and I taught her that the best way to fight is to know your enemy..." she narrowed her eyes. "It is clear now, Zeus' arrogance has intruded..."
Aphrodite, resting her head on her hand, smiled at Athena. "The icy goddess, who doesn't speak to anyone, often thought to be a sapling, is worried about a human... Although it's not just any, he's beautiful..." she thought, her eyes heart-shaped.
Hades, sitting with a slight smile and his hand on his cheek, emanated a black aura that intoxicated anyone who got close. It as if he sucked our Life Force...
Nyx, observing Aphrodite and Athena, thought, "Olympus will split in two soon..."
Indeed, Olympus was on the verge of splitting. There were two Phoenixes, two female Alphas, for just one Mount Olympus. There could only be one Alpha, one queen, not two.