Supremacy Games

1707 Awakening The God of War.

Near the edges of the universe, in a somewhat sparsely populated galaxy, a pink planet orbited a red dwarf star at a distance almost similar to that of Earth and the sun.

In the serene embrace of a vast pink-hued corn farm, under the gentle canopy of an ancient tree, an old man found solace in a midday slumber.

Dressed modestly with a wide-brimmed farmer's hat shading his lined face, a single stem of wheat rested idly between his lips, moving ever so slightly with his tranquil breaths...

The soft melody of birds chirping high above in the branches provided a sweet lullaby, enhancing the peace of this pastoral scene.

Suddenly, the harmony of nature witnessed an uninvited guest; a small green double-headed snake slithered its way down the rough bark of the tree, drawn to the resting figure below.

With silent, calculated movements, it approached the old man, its forked tongue tasting the air, its eyes fixed on its target.

Yet, as it prepared to strike, closing the distance between its fangs and the man's exposed skin, an unseen force halted its advance.

The snake, perplexed, tried repeatedly to breach the invisible barrier that enveloped the old man, but to no avail.

Each attempt to bite was met with an inexplicable repulsion as if a shield of air kept the serpent at bay, pushing it away the more it got closer to his skin.

Suddenly, the scene was momentarily disturbed as an invisible wave of communication pierced through the serene atmosphere, targeting the seemingly peaceful old man napping under the tree.

Stirring from his slumber, the old man lifted his head, revealing his time-worn face marked by the passage of countless years.

The double-headed snake froze for a second and then dropped to the ground, its body aging rapidly at a noticeable speed until there was nothing left of it besides four cracked fangs...

The aged man's voice, slow and mild, broke the silence.

"Do I need to remind you not to disturb my peace, first ruler?" Ares's words were tinged with annoyance, yet carried a weary patience.

From the ether, the first ruler's voice emerged, a telepathic whisper that seemed to resonate with a sense of urgency. "Your tranquility aside, we require your expertise, Ares."

Ares's brow furrowed in confusion, a rare expression for someone who had seen as much as he had.

"You have stumbled upon a hurdle that can't be handled by Eris, Uranus, or the rest?" He inquired.

"It's easier if I showed you."

capsule that showcased the recent events that had shaken the

"Interesting..."

from

the new paragon, and his resistance against the rulers unfolded like a tapestry of

narration, he couldn't help but

day will come when a child of a mortal birth will put the three rulers and the entire kingdom in such a bind...How impressive,

calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will be enough to bring him back, but it will be

but on the other, I am quite intrigued to meet this child.

Otherwise, he never bothered to show himself and would rather keep himself

us or not, you have been slumbering for far too long. We are close to our second attempt at breaching the universe's heart and I believe it's about time you partake in our mission." The first ruler added, "Otherwise, don't blame us

"Is that so..."

directly, but Ares picked up on the buried

should not dream of even peeking at the other side if they were to succeed

rarely showed emotions, in reality, he

heart breaks apart, he would no longer take

and desires for the sake

significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again by

demonstrated fully well that the three rulers were

say? Stretching

and shaky, reminiscent of an

of standing was a combat against time itself. Yet,

passing second, the years seemed to reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were

hue, flowing back like the mane of

marked by the passage of countless seasons, now radiated

embodied the prime of life, a

that

by a piercing hunter's gaze that seemed to cut through the very fabric of reality...His aura, once subdued, now roared to life, a testament to his true nature as a warrior destined

vanished, leaving behind the undeniable presence of a god of war, reborn and ready to

you want him alive

voice seemed laced with a touch of death as the entire corm plantation aged rapidly until it became a sea of golden

with Asna's core. Securing

see what I

to

ruler asked with a tint of surprise after noticing that Ares had seated back in a mediation position. He expected him

solo." Ares replied calmly, "With all due respect to the beautiful