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.

volcano sat Hephaestus's palace, a fortress carved from obsidian and magma, its walls

stood at the heart of his domain. His eyes, usually a

as the announcement reached

by extension, Asna's core, being the target

understandable when considering that Felix was one of the

I would have already joined the upper celestial echelon and recovered my

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

unholy amount of celestial energy to open up the portal, leading

to open up any gate or portal

to gather the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by conquering them or participating in events held by the three

advantage of his absence and invaded his

since celestial energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the only way for unigins to harvest it was through having a larger

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

understood that this was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance

clenched his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an

of the unigins might not share a direct relationship with Felix,

entire eternal kingdom, the majority of the unigins had their eyes affixed on Felix, awaiting the day of his ascension and joining the land of the

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years later

a wooden bed above a cozy hatch nestled in the

stark contrast to the void's cold, endless expanse where

had genuinely slumbered for more than five thousand years even when his soul and body were at their

had slumbered all this time to avoid

his eyes fluttered open,

rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings,

'Where am I?'

trying to piece together the fragmented memories of

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

onslaught, the transformation, the intervention of the Paragon of Sins, and the descent into

as the memories flooded back, each one

formed on his brow

silence of the hatch and the turmoil of his thoughts, a familiar

at last? You sure had me worried

'No...'