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.

palace, a fortress carved from obsidian and

of his domain. His eyes, usually a molten orange, now burned

as the announcement

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

that Felix was one of the main

joined the upper celestial echelon

idea how much 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 the spirit

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

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

Poseidon had taken advantage of his absence and invaded his territories, conquering a

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

and Hephaestus were

that this was the perfect rebounce opportunity...He had both a chance for revenge and another chance to get

Hephaestus clenched his fist, the air around him shimmering with heat. He growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake, "Brat, your head

share a direct relationship with Felix, but the bounty's reward was simply too enticing

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

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thousand years later in the

above a cozy hatch nestled in the wilderness of the northern

a stark contrast to the void's

thousand years even when his soul

wonder if he had slumbered all this time to avoid the consequences

and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a world blurred by

— the rustic wooden walls, the

'Where am I?'

merely lay there, trying to piece

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

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

each one more intense and chaotic than

on his brow as he thought, 'Was this all one nasty

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

Paragon of Sins, her tone warm and filled with concern. "Little darling, awake at last? You sure had me worried for a second there. You slept for close

'No...'