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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."

celestial energy to send a spiritual capsule that showcased the recent events that had shaken the foundations of their

"Interesting..."

his expression shifted from mild irritation to a

rulers unfolded like a tapestry of war and strategy, a narrative that piqued

couldn't help but break

come when a child of a mortal birth will

remained silent, unbothered by his mockery...He waited patiently until Ares was done laughing and then he stated calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will be enough to bring him back, but

know about this." Ares rubbed his small white goatee thoughtfully, "On one hand, it sounds too bothersome and energy-draining, but on the other, I

a battle showdown. Otherwise, he never bothered to show himself and would

the universe's heart

"Is that so..."

might not have said it directly, but Ares picked up on the buried

of even peeking at the other side if they were to

ruler always came up as calm, stoic, and sometimes even as a pushover since he rarely showed emotions, in reality, he was simply holding it in...Holding it for the day he achieved his

comes and the universe's heart breaks apart, he would no

not need to respect their decisions and desires for the sake of

significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again by the

had demonstrated fully well that the three

Stretching for

day,Ares began to rise, his movements slow and shaky, reminiscent of an aged leaf quivering on

the mere act of standing was a combat against time itself. Yet, as he continued to ascend,

years seemed to reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were being erased by

strands of his hair reclaimed their dark hue, flowing

countless seasons, now radiated with vitality, tightening around his manly muscular

was swift yet profound, leaving behind a figure that embodied the prime of

that marked the

to cut through the very fabric of reality...His aura, once subdued, now roared to life, a testament to his

the undeniable presence of a god of war, reborn and ready

do you want him

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

with Asna's core. Securing them all

will see what I

you planning to head down

a tint of surprise after noticing that Ares had seated back in a mediation position.

solo." Ares replied calmly, "With all due respect to the beautiful Eris, I have no interest in carrying