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

"Interesting..."

from mild irritation to a

of Felix, the new paragon, and his resistance against the rulers unfolded like a tapestry of war and strategy, a narrative that

couldn't help but break off in a

have never imagined a day will come when a child of a mortal birth will put the

done laughing and then he stated calmly, "I believe Eris, Uranus, and Demeter will be enough to bring him back, but

on the other, I am quite intrigued to meet this child. Though, he is currently weakened, so, the meeting might not be that worth

battle showdown. Otherwise, he never bothered to

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

"Is that so..."

said it directly, but Ares picked up on the buried threat behind

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

a pushover since he rarely showed emotions,

and the universe's heart breaks apart, he would no longer take anyone's bullshit, whether

not need to respect their decisions and desires for the sake of maintaining the status quo and keeping his celestial energy

significant amount of celestial energy

the three

I say? Stretching

that eventful day,Ares began to rise, his movements slow and shaky, reminiscent of an aged leaf quivering on the brink of being carried away by the

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

second, the years seemed to reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing

his hair reclaimed their dark hue, flowing

by the passage of countless seasons, now radiated with vitality, tightening around his manly muscular

a figure that embodied the

was his eyes that marked the

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

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

you want him alive

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

along with Asna's core. Securing them all for our

will see what I

you planning to head down

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

respect to the beautiful Eris, I have no interest in carrying