( anwhile on the television screens within the safety shelters and hos worldwide )
As the heart jewel of the Lich's staff shattered under Rocky's precise assault, televisions across the world displayed the precise mont that the Lich began to crumble and disintegrate.
Inside every safety shelter and locked hos, eyes were glued to the TV screen which was broadcasting the war which many feared could have been the war that ended humanity.
The imdiate reaction of everyone watching was stunned silence.
Families, friends, and neighbors, gathered in small, crowded living rooms or public shelters, watched on in disbelief as the staff's light extinguished and the undead commander fell to pieces.
For a mont nobody celebrated as the Lich had regenerated from certain death not too long ago, however, as seconds passed and the Lich did not seem to be resurrecting, the hopes within the hearts of the commoners grew.
It took a few more monts for the reality to set in, monts filled with nothing but the low hum of the broadcast.
"Did he... did he really do it?" a voice broke the silence, sounding almost hesitant to believe.
"He did, he really did!" another quickly responded, the volu of voices rising as the shock gave way to elation.
The scenes on the screens shifted from the disintegrating Lich to Rocky, bathed in the golden light of victory as this visual sparked spontaneous applause and cheers in shelters and hos worldwide, with people hugging each other, their faces lit by smiles and tears alike.
"There's no way I thought we'd see sothing like this," an elderly man said, his voice cracking with emotion. "To witness our champion fight like this, it's a blessing, truly a blessing from the Gemini gods."
For religious old people like him, who had never thought they would witness a champion being born in their lifetis, just the existence of Rocky was like a blessing, however, witnessing him produce miracles, they felt as if their lives had just beca complete, for they could witness the glory of the gods and their chosen champion.
Within the rich urban residential complex 'Upside', a famous sculptor nad 'Dalle' watched intently from her studio within her ho, her mind already racing with the image of Rocky's victorious stance.
Quickly pulling out her materials, with hands eager to mold the clay into the form of the hero who saved their planet, she began sculpting a statue as she had an intense desire within her heart to immortalize this mont.
This sculpture, she decided, would not just be a statue, but a beacon of hope and bravery for future generations.
Across the globe, the common sentint was overwhelming gratitude and pride.
"Mom mom, when I grow up I want to beco like him! I want to beco like Rocky- " a young boy declared to his family, his eyes shining with admiration and dreams of heroism, as millions of kids across the globe hoped that they could recreate the feat that Rocky achieved today when eventually they beca a climber.
In another house, an elderly couple watched the celebrations unfold on screen, holding each other's hands tightly. "To think, after all these hours of fearing what might co, we are here, safe because of him," the woman whispered, a tear trailing down her cheek.
The channels continued to replay Rocky's defining mont, each broadcast strengthening the legend that was already beginning to form.
anwhile, the decrease in the undead army's numbers was reported, showing aerial views of the battlefield now tipping in favor of the humans.
"I never thought we'd push them back, not after everything, especially after God Cassius ran away, I thought it was surely all over" comnted a middle-aged man as he watched the undead falter and retreat.
"Look at them run!" cheered a group of teenagers, their laughter mingling with the collective relief that washed over their shelter.
As night fell, the discussions didn't cease. Instead, they grew into spirited debates and hopeful conversations about the future.
The commoners, once resigned to a fate dictated by dark forces, now spoke of plans and possibilities, their spirits lifted by the Champion of Gemini's undeniable proof that miracles were more than just tales.
"Praise Gemini, praise Lord Ravan, praise Lord Shakuni! I will never doubt their grace again," echoed through the halls and hos, a common vow renewed with fervor.
The day ended with a sense of victory and the comforting belief that the Gemini gods had indeed been looking over Earth, as many believed that Rocky was a champion sent by the Gemini Gods to vanquish a foe that could have destroyed their world.
With the war being close to conclusion and the human forces edging closer to securing a complete route of enemy forces, many began preparing for grand celebrations.
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(anwhile Ravan and Shakuni, Floor 92)
"Do you feel this brother? The influx of prayers today is crazy…." Ravan said, feeling his divinity beco stronger and stronger the more mortals prayed to him.
"Of course it is…. I wrote the perfect script" Shakuni said with a wide grin on his face as he felt satisfied with how things turned out to be.
Although he had made a plan that would put Rocky in the position of being able to defeat the Lich, fate was an unpredictable force, with success being only a probability and not a certainty.
"So what did you think of the boy?" Shakuni asked Ravan who shrugged his shoulders and shook his palm from side to side indicating a '50-50' verdict.
"He has guts. Talent and tenacity. But he lacks experience.
He can beco a good champion if he soday crosses the floor 60 threshold, but until then he will remain a risky investnt" Ravan concluded as Shakuni agreed with his assessnt.
Rocky did have potential, however, he was still very far from the kind of warrior Ravan and Shakuni needed him to be.
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END OF VOLU 1
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/// A/N - Alright guys, that's it for the introductory volu, I hope you all like it.
The book is only going to get more action packed and mysterious from here on out, so stick around for more! ///
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