Supremacy Games

1608 Five Thousand Years of Slumber.

A few moments later...

The three celestial rulers had announced the bounty, an unprecedented decree that sent shockwaves through the territories of the Unigins.

At the heart of this tumult was the target of the bounty: Asna's core, now residing within Felix.

In Apollo's territory, a magnificent city known as the Domain of Duality, the news of the bounty reached the god of light and darkness himself.

This city was a marvel of divine architecture, split down the middle — one side bathed in blinding, eternal light, and the other shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

The contrast was not just visual but symbolic, representing the balance between light and shadow, day and night.

Apollo, seated in his grand palace that straddled the two realms, received the announcement with a raised eyebrow.

His appearance was as striking as his domain: his hair shone like spun gold, and his eyes flickered with a light that seemed to capture the essence of the sun itself.

He was draped in robes that shimmered with a radiant luminescence on one side, while the other melded into the shadows.

As the proclamation echoed through his hall, a look of interest crossed his divine features.

"That boy has been the greatest source of entertainment besides the unigins' celestial promotion event. I would have never thought he would be bringing it home."

The prospect of capturing Asna's core was intriguing, but the involvement of Felix, a being who had endured and transformed so dramatically, piqued his curiosity even more.

"Should I join the bounty hunt? I am not too interested in becoming an upper celestial, but the hunt does sound fun."

A thoughtful smile played on his lips as he considered the possibilities, the gears of strategy already turning in his mind.

...

Meanwhile, in Hephaestus's territory, the reaction was starkly different.

This realm was known as the Inferno Dominion, a vast expanse that resembled hell itself. Fire and magma flowed freely, creating rivers and lakes of liquid flame.

The sky above was dominated by multiple suns, each casting an oppressive heat that kept the land in a perpetual state of smoldering fury.

the highest volcano sat Hephaestus's palace, a fortress carved

and forge, Hephaestus, stood at the heart of his domain. His eyes, usually a molten orange, now

the announcement reached

extension, Asna's core, being the target of a

when considering that Felix was one of the

have already joined the upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that bastard Poseidon." He uttered with

idea how much resources Hephaestus had invested in his plan to open up the spirit realm to

the divine equipment, he had invested an unholy amount of celestial energy to open up the portal, leading to the

and weakened, the celestial energy required to open

either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's

Poseidon had taken advantage of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a significant

energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the only way for unigins to harvest it was

created nonstop conflicts between unigins and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always at each others' throats because

was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both

a snarl of fury, Hephaestus clenched his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your head will

not share a direct relationship with Felix, but the bounty's reward was simply too enticing to give

the unigins had their eyes affixed on Felix, awaiting the day of his

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thousand years later in

could be seen sleeping on a wooden bed above a cozy hatch nestled in the wilderness of the northern

hatch was a sanctuary of warmth and tranquility, a stark contrast to the void's cold, endless expanse where he had last

for more than five thousand years even when his soul

he had slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences of his

his consciousness slowly seeped back into Felix's mind, and his eyes

— the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings,

'Where am I?'

piece together

with Nimo's alter ego played back in his mind like a vivid yet

remembered the overwhelming onslaught, the transformation, the intervention of the

memories flooded back, each one more intense and

sheen of cold sweat formed on his brow

hatch and the turmoil of his

her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had me worried for a second there.

'No...'