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 obsidian and magma, its walls glowing with the intense heat from

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

anger as the announcement reached

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

was one of the main culprits in his

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

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

had invested an unholy amount of

Hades injured, punished, and weakened, the celestial energy required to

either stealing it from his nemesis Poseidon's territories by conquering them or participating in events held

taken advantage of his absence and

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 surface area than their

territories...Poseidon and Hephaestus were always

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

shimmering with heat. He growled, his

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

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

****

later

above a cozy

contrast to the void's cold, endless expanse where he had last

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

time to avoid

his consciousness slowly seeped back into Felix's mind, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a world

walls, the simple furnishings, and the warm

'Where am I?'

moment, Felix merely lay there, trying to piece together the

battle with Nimo's alter ego played back in

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

the memories flooded back, each

on his brow

cutting through the silence of the hatch and the turmoil

concern. "Little darling, awake at

'No...'