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.

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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 peak of the highest volcano sat Hephaestus's palace, a fortress carved from obsidian and magma, its

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

as the announcement reached

Felix, and by extension, Asna's core, being the target of a

Felix was one of the main

for that meddling little sh*t, I would have already joined the upper celestial

how much resources Hephaestus had invested in his plan to open

invested an unholy amount of

weakened, the celestial energy required to open up any gate or portal outside

of years to gather the necessary amount by either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by conquering them or participating

and invaded his territories,

since celestial energy was roaming freely across the entire realm and the only way for unigins

conflicts between unigins and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always

was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and another chance

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

relationship with Felix, but

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

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years later in the elemental

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

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

had genuinely slumbered for more than five thousand years even when his soul

he had slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences

mind, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a world blurred by

gradually — the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings, and the

'Where am I?'

piece together the fragmented memories of his last

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

the overwhelming onslaught, the transformation, the intervention of the

the memories flooded back, each one more intense and chaotic than

on his brow as he thought, 'Was this all

through the silence of the hatch and the turmoil of his thoughts,

the Paragon of Sins, her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had

'No...'