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.

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

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

the

Felix, and by extension, Asna's core, being the

considering that Felix was one of the main

it wasn't for that meddling little sh*t, I would have already joined the upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that bastard Poseidon." He uttered with a

resources Hephaestus had invested in his plan to open up

unholy amount of celestial energy to open up

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

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

advantage of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a significant portion

entire realm and the only way for unigins

territories...Poseidon and

perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and another chance to get

of fury, Hephaestus clenched his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled,

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

entire eternal kingdom, the majority of the unigins had their eyes affixed on Felix, awaiting

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thousand years later in

bed above a cozy hatch nestled in the wilderness of the

a stark contrast to the void's cold,

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

could only wonder if he had slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences of his decision or if

back into Felix's mind, and his

the rustic wooden walls, the simple furnishings, and the warm light spilling from

'Where am I?'

to piece together the fragmented memories of his last conscious

with Nimo's alter ego played back in his

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

flooded back, each one more intense and

brow as he thought, 'Was this all one nasty

cutting through the silence of the hatch and the turmoil

concern. "Little darling, awake at

'No...'