Narrator's Opening:
The echo of the clash had not yet faded, and the sky was still torn from the battle between Poseidon and Oungan.
Yet, the confrontation was far from over, and the land itself prepared for a frenzied fight between them.
As for the soldiers, they were swallowed by confusion and fear, like chess pieces awaiting their fate.
In this war, a single wrong step could mean the fall of an entire army...
And when the great fire ignites, the world will be nothing but ashes, consumed by the madness of the coming war.
Narrator's Note:
"Who will collapse first? Oungan, who drags his sword challenging fate... or Poseidon, who raises his trident to make the oceans kneel?"
Smoke clouds surged after the impact, and the echo of the explosion still resonated in the torn sky.
Oungan stood, dragging his black sword with steady steps, a mocking smile painted on his face:
Oungan:
"Wonderful, you fish... show me more of your skills."
Poseidon's features froze, his voice thundered like a raging sea:
Poseidon:
"I did not come here to show off."
With a violent strike of his trident toward Oungan, sharp water blades flew like flying swords, tearing through the air with destructive force.
Oungan tightened his grip on his black sword, which exploded with a blazing golden aura that enveloped the blade.
He smiled confidently as he advanced forward, then roared defiantly:
Oungan:
"You fish... let's see if you can block this!"
He swung the sword with all his might, releasing a golden arc that tore through the air in a single destructive line toward Poseidon.
The strike devoured the water blades Poseidon had launched, shredding them before heading straight toward the Lord of the Depths.
Poseidon roared and drove his trident into the ground, summoning the ocean itself to answer his call.
A thick wall of water rose before him, a shield of the sea shimmering in dark blue.
Oungan's strike collided with the ocean shield in a deafening explosion that shook the earth and sky, its shockwave trembling across the battlefield.
As the dust rose again, all eyes turned to another part of the field...
Hades, a shadow leaning on a cliff as if he were not in a battlefield.
He looked at the torn sky with cold calm, muttering with contempt:
Hades:
"Do as you wish... I have no intention of joining. I will not kill my old comrades because of some elders' orders."
His words were directed at the king, as if his authority meant nothing to him.
Meanwhile, Semifil advanced with confident steps toward Odin, his eyes burning with focus.
But the thunderous clash between Poseidon and Oungan was so strong that the ground itself trembled.
Semifil suddenly stopped, turned his gaze toward their battle, and smiled with amused interest:
Semifil:
"It seems they are having a good fight..."
Odin raised his head, his defiant smile unwavering, his deep voice gripping the handles of his swords:
Odin:
"If you are looking for a great fight... I will show you a battle beyond your imagination."
The black clouds swirled above the battlefield while the echo of Poseidon and Oungan's explosion continued to rip through the sky.
Yet, on the other side, a new battle was about to ignite.
Odin advanced calmly, holding two swords that were contradictory in nature:
One gleaming white like heavenly light, the other covered in dense darkness like an eternal night.
A savage smile spread across his face as he shouted:
Odin:
"So... let's begin the dance!"
From his swords, two massive cutting strikes surged, one white slicing the air like heavenly lightning, the other black like a dark void devouring the light.
The attacks surged in parallel paths toward Semifil at terrifying speed, threatening to tear apart anything in their way.
Yet, Semifil did not move an inch.
He extended his bare hands forward, and in a moment, the strikes collided with his palms.
Lights and smoke exploded around him, yet his body did not budge even slightly.
A cold smile crept across his face, and his mocking voice pierced through the smoke:
Semifil:
"Do not joke with me, old man... strike me with your full power."
The destructive strikes vanished into the void while Odin stood just a few steps away.
His face twisted with pure madness, and his laughter rose amidst the chaos:
Odin:
"Hahaha... this is what I want!"
And so, in the midst of the raging war, the fires of madness rose higher.
The second battle had already begun.