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.

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

Once I get my hands on you, this will

a cataclysmic shatter echoed through the cosmos as if reality itself were a pane of glass

propelled by the destructive symphony of his vibrations, cascaded through the

causing

a vibrant tapestry of life and light, began to fold in on itself, succumbing to the void's unquenchable

watched, a deity of destruction, as his wrath rendered a corner of the

first ruler ordered calmly, 'Do not cause any more destruction. We

a deserted galaxy, the

first ruler disclosed, 'Apollo will most definitely take the boy to that place and

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

prophecy remains

this. But, he couldn't help but frown deeply at such

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

'How peculiar.' He murmured.

***

the aftermath of Felix's tumultuous assault left the Eternal Kingdom in a state of eerie quietude, the once vibrant capital now shrouded in the

literal shadow over the kingdom, amplifying the sense of loss and desolation

all, he was responsible for

Eris had meticulously orchestrated the return of the capital's citizens

heart of their world, the spectrum of their reactions

families huddled together in the dim light, their tears reflecting the flickering flames of the candles they held, each one

those who found their homes and families intact, yet it was a bittersweet solace, marred by

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

streets, once bustling with life and color, now bore the

showed the marks of the black flames' touch, and the divine protective barrier above, though healing, flickered like a wounded beast, its light throbbing weakly

future might hold in a world where such devastation could be wrought seemingly at the whim

cared about the woes of the citizens below and bothered

the universe's heart, the remnants of the unigins convened with the three rulers in an atmosphere thick with

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