Twelve Wings spread from Emytheus’ back, but they were absolutely massive. They shone a platinum color, looking like they had been forged of very delicate silver paper as they blanketed the skies of hundreds of miles.
They stood detached from Emytheus’ back, their every slight quiver flattening the earth as far as the eye could see.
The skies trembled, the crackling of fierce arcs of lightning coursing through the darkening clouds. They struck downward, fusing with Emytheus’ enormous wings.
Emytheus stood at the center of it all, his expression without emotion, his gaze lofty.
He stretched his finger outward, an arc of platinum lightning following his intent to streak toward Dyon.
Dyon quickly dodged to the side, not having the mind to care for the collapsing earth behind him as he shot into the skies, his own 12 golden wings appearing to his back as he t Emytheus’ palm with his blackened scythe.
“You dare use my own ancestor’s abilities against ?”
“When will you understand that there’s little I don’t dare to do?”
Dyon unleashed a flurry of maddening strikes. He and Emytheus seed like two guardian deities battling it out in the skies. With the size of the latter’s wings, it was likely that maybe every inhabitant of this prison was aware of this battle. Though they might have not exactly understood just why it was happening, they could all innately feel its importance.
“Ignorance! Your silver mirror constitution…”
One of the 12 swirling auras around Emytheus shone.
Dyon’s sudden scythe strikes were reflected and amplified by Emytheus’ next palm strike. It felt as though all of his strength had sudden doubled and co crashing into his chest, intent on turning him into a cloud fog of blood.
“… Is nothing but a cheap imitation of my Ancester Deter! This is the true Silver Mirror Constitution. The Goddess of Harvest. Capable of accepting all and giving back more! Your Eternity’s Balance Constitution…”
Another aura surged from within Emytheus, pursuing Dyon as the elents seed to bend and fuse to his will.
Flas surged and blended with water. Earth moved and fused with wind. The skies and the ground beca one. Reality beca illusory, and dreams beca corporeal.
Dyon felt like Emytheus’ strike was coming from the bottom, his Immortal Sense latching onto it completely, but a sudden palm strike struck his head from above.
“… Is nothing but a knockoff of my Ancestor Hera! This is the true Eternity’s Balance. Birthed from the Goddess of Unions. Capable of balancing all things, to make yin accept yang, to make yang accept yin. A perfect matrimony of the elents, of existence itself!”
In the next instant, a bombardnt of cold and heat assaulted Dyon from the right even as sothing sharp and blunt bombarded him from the left.
Dyon reacted quickly, his scythe spinning in his hands and following the flow of montum to extend outward hundred of ters, reaching toward Emytheus who stood behind his bold attacks.
Weapon’s arrays spun to life around Dyon, curving a path around the building assault of torrential attacks to impact Emytheus directly.
“You still don’t understand.” Emytheus said with a clear disdain.
His hair beca a blazing red, a massive hamr appearing in his hands.
“Your comprehension of War is nothing but a cheap understanding of my Ancestor Ares’ abilities. This is the true will of war!”
His hamr swung downward, arcs of lightning and fused flas shattering the black spears of Dyon’s [Raze].
Dyon’s brow raised. That hamr… It was stronger than even his Reaper. How was that possible? Reaper had beco an Empyrean Grade weapon. Even on the Immortal Plane, such a weapon was highly sought after. Maybe only those of the Immortal Law Realm would frequently wield one.
“Were you very proud of your scythe? It’s nothing but an inferior weapon from an inferior world. With the legacy of my Ancestor Hephaestus, there is nothing in the world that cannot be forged into a treasure.
“I can turn the soil beneath my feet into the crown jewel of an Empress of Nations. I can forge the feather of a common bird into an arrow that could pierce the sun. I can temper the heavens and the earth themselves, refining them to my liking.
“We are not the sa! This is the difference between you and I!”
Emytheus roared into the skies, his 12 auras revolving around him madly as he tapped into one godly ability after the next.
Weapons appeared in the skies one after another. There were godly spears, sharp swords, jagged tridents. Each was no worse than the Venerable Grade, forcing the space around them to quake and tremble.
The skies shattered as though they were made of glass, trying to reform on themselves only to shatter again. A world of reality and pseudo reality ford, it was the kind that looked like a dream land… the kind of land Emytheus could do with as he pleased.
Dyon could feel his strict control of the Ancient Battlefield slipping away. As it did, the plumting of his strength accelerated. It seed the Heavens were intent on suppressing him to the extre.
This only confird Dyon’s theory. Why was it that he was being suppressed, but Emytheus who must have died in the previous tiline not experiencing this? If not a case of playing favorites, what exactly was this?
Dyon’s grin turned savage. –> Author’s Note Awespec Reminder that RMW does have a patreon with the highest tier being 160 chapters ahead, chest out /Awespec if you’d like
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