Supremacy Games

1705 Pointing Fingers.

As Apollo's light dwindled into the cosmos, Uranus, undeterred by the vast expanse separating them, called upon the profound depths of his mastery over vibration.

With focused intent, he attuned the very essence of his being to the fundamental frequencies of light photons, initiating a transformation that blurred the lines between physical form and pure energy!

His body dissolved into a cascade of shimmering waves, embodying the very essence of light.

Thus transformed, he propelled himself forward, matching Apollo's escape with the speed of light!

The moment Apollo perceived Uranus's adaptation, an embodiment of light pursuing him through the void, he recognized the imminent narrowing of their tactical gap.

'Trying to catch me using my law? How foolish.' Apollo scoffed.

In a show of strategic brilliance and his inherent dominion over light and darkness, Apollo fragmented his luminous essence into millions of undistinguishable lightwaves!

Each fragment bore his essence, a million decoys darting across the cosmos in a dazzling display of evasion.

As these myriad streams of light scattered in every conceivable direction, the cosmos itself seemed to blink in astonishment at the spectacle.

Uranus, among his pursuit, found himself amidst a sea of Apollo's reflections, each as real and as elusive as the next.

The very strategy he employed to close the distance between them was rendered moot in an instant.

Realizing the futility of his pursuit amidst the countless diverging paths, Uranus was forced to concede.

Each lightwave, a course Apollo could have taken, faded into the vastness of the universe, leaving Uranus among a silent, star-studded expanse.

His fist clenched so tightly that the very fabric of reality began to warp and tremble under the immense pressure of his rage.

"Kidnapping my prey right from under my nose...Unforgivable!" Uranus hissed through gritted teeth, his voice carrying the weight of a collapsing star.

The space around his fist not only warped but started to crackle with a dangerous glow, the ominous light of anti-matter enveloping his hand.

Uranus swung his fist to the side, an action that seemed to tear at the very seams of

Once I get my hands on

nothingness of space, a cataclysmic shatter echoed through the cosmos as if reality itself were

propelled by the destructive symphony of

particle of anti-matter that met with matter sparked a chain reaction of annihilation, causing stars, planets, and celestial bodies to fall and disintegrate

a vibrant tapestry of life and light, began to fold

his wrath rendered a corner of

ruler ordered calmly, 'Do not cause any more

replied coldly, 'This is a deserted galaxy, the universe wouldn't

at full strength.' The first ruler disclosed, 'Apollo will most definitely take the boy to that place and we need you at full capability to navigate through it

care if he takes him to the other side somehow.' Uranus uttered with narrowed eyes, 'I promise you, I will have both of their heads delivered on a plate even if it's the last thing I do in this

first ruler said, 'The prophecy remains unchanged. Therefore, we continue to tread the correct path,

down a bit after hearing this. But, he couldn't help

this mess, the prophecy's instructions remained the same?' Uranus gazed into the distance thoughtfully, 'None of

'How peculiar.' He murmured.

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Eternal Kingdom in a state of eerie quietude, the once vibrant capital

kingdom, amplifying the sense of loss and desolation that permeated

all, he was responsible for the day and

orchestrated the return

their world, the spectrum of their

light, their tears reflecting the flickering flames of the candles they held, each one a silent vigil for

those who found their homes and families intact, yet it was a bittersweet solace, marred by the knowledge of their neighbors'

many, their eyes haunted by the sights and sounds of a nightmare they had lived through but could hardly

streets, once bustling with life and color, now

and the divine protective barrier above, though healing, flickered like a wounded beast, its light throbbing weakly against the backdrop of

wove through the crowds, a shared dread of what the future might hold in a world where such devastation could be wrought seemingly at

for the three rulers and the unigins? None of them cared about the

the remnants of the unigins convened

gravity of their situation with a mix of anger, distress, and