Beasts Among Gods
The Hive tries to flank them—fails.
Hive Berserkers dive from above.
The 99 cut them down mid-air.
Shadowcasters emerge from the ground.
The 99 grind them into ash.
They are not soldiers.
They are starved monsters unleashed for justice.
The gods from other pantheons watch in horror and awe. Even allies instinctively step back when the 99 move.
"They do not fight," murmured a Sumerian god.
"They feast."
Across the Chosen Battlefield
Hive commanders issue priority marks on standout warriors from other pantheons.
Among the Norse
Skarn, a berserker long thought cursed, is swarmed by Hive Broodmothers. His battleaxe spins in defiance. His scream cracks the shield wall.
From the Hindu Pantheon
Maaya, dancer of flame and illusion, becomes a focal point. She steps between Hive blades like starlight, setting the battlefield ablaze with every spin.
In the Shinto Forces
Ishikiri, masked and silent, cuts down a swarm with blade and ink. The Hive marks him for deletion.
Zion Watches – Then Unleashes
Zion stands atop a broken ridge, sword crackling, cloak billowing in Hive ichor-soaked wind.
His eyes scan the chaos—not with panic, but calculation.
He gives no orders.
None are needed.
Because now, the 5 priestesses and the 99 are fully awake.
They don't need command.
They are the command.
Zion grips his sword tighter.
"Let the Hive come," he mutters.
"We've only just begun."