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.

a fortress carved from

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

as the

core, being the target

that Felix was one of the main culprits in his promotion

the upper celestial echelon and recovered my lost territories from that bastard

in his plan to open up the spirit

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

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

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

had taken advantage of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a significant portion before he

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

and their neighboring territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus

the 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, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your head

with Felix, but

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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later in the

wooden bed above a cozy hatch nestled

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

for more than five thousand years even when his soul

slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences of his decision or if his

mind, and his eyes fluttered

wooden walls, the

'Where am I?'

there, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of his last conscious

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

of the Paragon of Sins, and the descent

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

formed on his brow

and the turmoil of his thoughts,

awake at last? You sure had me worried for a second there. You slept

'No...'