In the place between realms.
Hers soared through the void — the endless rift of shifting darkness that lay between the realms. His winged sandals beat steadily against the formless air, propelling him forward.
Only a handful of gods dared to travel this path and even fewer as swiftly or frequently as Hers who is the god ssenger of Olympus.
But then, he stopped in the middle of his track.
Without warning, his wings halted mid-flight and he hovered in silence as a sharp and inexplicable sensation of danger gripped his mind.
Hers narrowed his eyes, scanning the emptiness ahead. But there was nothing except the usual chaos of the void like the blackness rippled with streaks of color that twisted and reshaped with every heartbeat. There were no enemies in sight, traps, or hostile force.
Yet the feeling persisted.
"What is this...?" he thought, a tremor of unease stirring in his chest. The unease quickly changed into sothing colder sharper, fear.
It was rare for a god like Hers to feel it so intensely like right now. He had been en route to one of the farthest divine realms, planning to et with Susanoo, the storm god of the East.
The idea was simple. As always, he wantted to forge an alliance, strengthen the position of the higher beinggs in the growing chaos across the cosmos.
But now, sothing had changed.
Sothing definitely had happened.
Hers floated in place, staring at the distant glimr ahead. He can see a flickering light in the void. That was Susanoo’s domain. He was almost there. A few more monts and he’d arrive to deliver his ssage.
But every instinct in him scread to turn back.
The sensation ca again to him like in waves. Each one stronger than the last, pulsing with a warning he couldn’t explain but only feel.
It wasn’t just a threat. It was as if reality itself was recoiling from sothing. As if sothing unnatural had taken root in the realm ahead.
"Did sothing happen to Susanoo?" Hers wondered grimly. If so... then it could only an one thing.
"He’s moving again.That creature."
Hers clenched his fists. Doubt gnawed at him. Another wave of danger sense rippled through the void, making his skin crawl.
"No..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I will not go there alone. Not this ti."
With a sharp pivot, Hers turned, the wings in his sandals snapping open again as he sped back toward Olympus to deliver this information.
Sothing terrible was unfolding and its likely that creature’s doing. They need to co with a cavalry to save those Celestials in need.
---
The alarm bells rang louder, echoing like thunder across the domain.
Within seconds, more soldiers arrived. Dozens upon dozens soldiers who clad in Tsukuyomi’s signature armor which is pale silver plates etched with special patterns, flowing dark-blue sashes resembling moonlight ripples, and crested helms shaped like crescent moons.
Each of them bore a halberd infused with Celestial magical energy that make the weapons glowing with the essence of lunar magic.
They surrounded Clyde and Asqa from every side, forming perfect tactical formations. The air was dense with divine intent. It was as if they were ready that the two of them were coming.
A commanding voice rang out from among them.
"Surrender now! You trespass on sacred ground!"
Clyde said nothing.
Instead, his eyes that still pitch-black scanned the soldiers with complete indifference. Beside him, Asqa tilted her head but looked ready.
The next mont, the guards lunged. They only give them one chance.
Dozens of streaks of moonlight arced through the air as their halberds slicing forward. Not just that but spells imdiatetly unleashed as well with trained precision. It was a synchronized attack, the kind that could overwhelm even a lesser gods in re seconds.
But Clyde didn’t even move. He raised one hand and the surrounding imdiately dimd.
A silent pulse of power radiated from him—a pressure so imnse it bent the air and cracked the marble tiles beneath their feet.
Clyde raised his hand and from his palm, a wave of black mist erupted. It moved like a living thing, wrapping itself around the incoming halberds and magical attack.
The soldiers’ spells sputtered and vanished on contact, snuffed out like candles in a storm. Their blades slowed as if hitting invisible wall. Their montum choked before they could even reach skin. The mist devoured it all.
Gasps rang out from the soldiers.
The guards faltered, their formations shivering as the that happened before their eyes.
They had trained for centuries under Tsukuyomi’s order and they were the best of the best, but not a single strike had landed.
And then fire attack rained.
Asqa’s wand blurred as she conjured hundreds of firebolts in a matter of seconds. Thin and concentrated blazing shots that pierced through gaps in armor and sent n sprawling.
Each bolt struck with searing force, knocking soldiers backward or down. But despite her speed and power the armor of Tsukuyomi’s elite soldiers still able to hold.
The damage was not fatal. They groaned and staggered but only a few dropped unconscious. The rest rose again with scorched torse but still alive.
Still, panic had begun to bloom.
They stared at Clyde and Asqa.
The black mist curled around Clyde’s feet and hands like a serpent. Even now it continued to writhe in the air, waiting for his next command.
They knew that face.
They had seen it in the recording that passed down through the highest command and from far away realms.
He is the harbinger of corruption that happened around them. The entity that faced god Hades and Archangel Gabriel at once. A naless threat that had erged.
But they had never seen him truly.
Now, sensing his power and feeling it ripple through the realm, they finally understood.
Their limbs locked in fear. Their knees buckled.
This was not just a rogue intruder. This was sothing beyond their asure.
Clyde stepped forward. He unsheathed his Elderglass sword. Its surface shimred with layered reflections of flas and fog trapped in glass. He swung it once in a clean arc.
A massive crescent of fire and black mist erupted from the blade.
The arc tore through the air, colliding with the front line of frozen soldiers and cleaved them in two.
There was no scream. Only silence, and then the sound of armor and bone splitting cleanly.
Half a dozen fell, their bodies bisected before they even understood what struck them.
The crescent didn’t stop, it crashed into the another temple wall behind them and exploded, leaving a scorched gash that ran deep into the structure.
The remaining guards stumbled backward, faces pale.
Then finally Tsukyomi descended before them.
---
Reviews
All reviews (0)