The moment Monument One completed its fusion, the very air of the battlefield changed. What had been a chaotic melee between gods and demons transformed into something else entirely—a war between the established order of divinity and the ascendant will of mortal ambition.
Ozymandias raised his arms from atop his ancient walls, his golden necklace blazing like a captured star as his voice boomed across the desert with the authority of absolute command. "Now we show these so-called gods what true power looks like!"
Ozymandias remained atop his ancient walls, his bronzed form gleaming in the desert sun as he directed the battle with the casual authority of a master strategist. His golden necklace pulsed with each command he gave, orchestrating forces that made even gods tremble.
"Monument One," he called, his voice carrying across the battlefield with absolute authority. "Show them why mortals build what gods cannot destroy."
