Supremacy Games

1489 The Punishement of The Universe.

Ravager and Massia were nothing but a drop in an ocean when it came to the casualties the entire heavenly realm sustained.

The death toll soared into the millions, and the spectral realm grew heavy with despair. The universe itself shuddered, sensing the unholy ritual taking place.

At last, Lord Hades felt the mounting anguish of the fallen spirits, causing him to make his move and save them.

With newfound resolve, he rose from his mediation position and extended his arms outward.

A brilliant light emanated from his hands, unlike any the spectral realm had ever witnessed! It was a celestial radiance, a manifestation of his dormant powers, harnessed now for the salvation of his realm.

Everyone on the heavenly plane lifted their heads and watched as the blue sky became golden all of a sudden. Then, it started raining with mesmerizing divine droplets.

No one was able to escape from the divine droplets as they went through anything in their way, stopping only when they touched the spirits.

'What's this?'

Felix narrowed his eyes as he watched his entire body get covered in divine light, feeling empowered and refreshed like he could take an entire army by himself!

While it only gave him this feeling, the newly turned fallen specters, and other struggling spirits felt a profound transformation happening within them.

The malevolent negative dark energy could no longer touch them. It was as though they were encased in a protective cocoon of radiant light, shielding them from the suffering that was about to befall them!

"It's the lord's grace!! He hasn't forsaken us!"

"Praise The Lord!! Praise The Lord!!"

"Run outside of the city while you are still under the lord's protection!"

With their newfound immunity to the negative energy, the protected spirits began to flee their cities, seeking refuge far from the malevolent dark clouds.

They moved with urgency, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the chaos.

Honestly, they didn't even need to do that as the divine droplets were also erasing the spreading of negative energy in all cities.

sphere around the capital had its powers wane over time, seemingly about to disappear at any

to restore order quite

showed an irritated expression as he watched his efforts of more than six decades fade away in less than a

matter, the death toll is enough for the universe to punish him.' Duke Humphrey smiled

and unforgiving, had taken notice of the grave injustice that had unfolded under Lord

ancient as time itself,

punishing Lord Hades, it

about was right and

spirits were erased from existence under Lord Hades' rulership warranted

the ruler of the spectral realm reclined back, his form shrouded in an eerie darkness, he

starting.' He thought

an uncomfortable tingling sensation, like the prickling

emerging from his skin. They resembled chains of cosmic energy,

with a merciless

chains were not mere symbols of imprisonment but the embodiment

them as they were the constraints placed upon them by

spectral realm didn't abuse his powers, but failed one of his duties, which was guarding the souls and spirits against erasure, his punishment was physical pain instead of forcing

the demi-gods felt pain when it came to the universal punishments as the chains coiled around him like serpents, their grip unrelenting, and he could feel their luminous

the ruler of the spectral realm had ever endured. Yet, he neither screamed nor showed

to tighten, sapping his strength and power with each passing moment and Lord Hades knew that this would last for a couple of

demi-gods punishments, the universe was an absolute

***

Eternal Celestial Kingdom, one of many majestic palaces rose, its spires piercing the heavens. Its architecture was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, adorned with intricate, celestial motifs that seemed to dance and shimmer in response to the kingdom's vibrant

Godfather himself, seated upon a twisted throne of fire and magma, wore an imposing cloak that seemed to

muscular, with a

and burn marks, seemingly glorifying the wounds his

rugged, weathered texture, as if it has been forged by the very fires he commanded, bearing a reddish or bronzed hue, reminiscent of smoldering embers and

gleamed with an inner fire, often appearing as deep, fiery orbs that seemed

and Magma, The one and only Unigin with the powers to command those two

reflecting a

realm started to give in." He showed an icy smile as he stood up from his throne. "It's

the throne room and appeared at an everlasting expanse of mesmemirizing

to the