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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."

to send a spiritual capsule that showcased the recent events that had shaken the foundations

"Interesting..."

his expression shifted from mild irritation to a focused

unfolded like a tapestry

watching the whole narration, he couldn't help but break off in a raspy

come when a child of a mortal birth will put the three rulers and the entire kingdom in

until Ares was done laughing and then he stated calmly,

thoughtfully, "On one hand, it sounds too bothersome and energy-draining, 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 show himself and

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

"Is that so..."

picked up on the

at the other side if they were to succeed

first 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

universe's heart breaks apart, he would no longer take anyone's

need to respect their decisions and desires for the sake of maintaining

significant amount of celestial energy when birthed again by the universe, he would have already slaughtered

well that the three rulers were more than

Stretching for a

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

if the mere act of standing was a

reverse around him. His posture straightened, the wrinkles smoothing out as if they were being

of his hair reclaimed their dark hue, flowing back like the mane of a warhorse

by the passage of countless seasons,

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

eyes that marked

fabric of reality...His aura, once subdued, now roared to life, a testament to his true nature as a warrior destined

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

do you want him alive

cracked his neck, his voice seemed laced with a touch of death as the

"He possesses four unigin cores along with Asna's core. Securing them all for our

see what

planning to head

that Ares had seated back in a mediation

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