The smoke had not yet cleared from the battlefield when the sound of metal clashing echoed loudly once again.
The battle had split into two fronts, each capable of destroying an entire kingdom on its own.
Odin × Semifil
Odin raised his swords, the white and the black, unleashing a dual cutting strike toward his opponent.
But Semifil calmly extended his bare hand and stopped both strikes as if they were nothing.
Semifil (mocking):
"Do not joke with me, old man… strike me with all your strength."
Odin smiled madly, as if the challenge had awakened something sleeping inside him. He surged forward, his body moving swiftly, his swords swinging in a series of violent blows, each strike carrying his past, his pride, and his hidden anger.
Narrator:
"In Odin's eyes, the fight was not merely a clash… but a sacred dance."
But Semifil felt his patience running out, and he extended his hand to draw an ashen sword radiating a terrifying aura.
Narrator:
"The unbreakable blade… Excalibar, had appeared."
He launched a brutal strike toward Odin, forcing him to block and retreat. The place shook from the intensity of the impact.
Odin (angrily):
"How dare you… I will kill you!"
His eyes suddenly turned blood red as he panted heavily.
Semifil (cautiously):
"You bastard… what is this form of yours, for heaven's sake."
Poseidon × Oungan
On the other side, the waves of the sea roared at their master's command.
Poseidon drove his trident into the ground, releasing enormous water columns trying to engulf Oungan.
But the latter sliced through them, his black sword glowing with a deadly aura, each strike splitting the water in half.
Oungan (mockingly):
"Everything you do… is mere nonsense."
He surged forward, swinging his sword toward the King of the Sea.
Oungan (shouting):
"The Golden Massacre!!!"
The attack struck at the speed of light, piercing Poseidon's defenses and leaving a deep wound in his body.
His blood mixed with the sea water.
Poseidon laughed coldly despite the pain, his voice deep as the winter waves:
"Hahaha… good… if you truly want to kill me… I will kill you, you scum."
Oungan grinned madly as he watched the blood flow:
"Finally… I see some blood."
Soldiers × Soldiers
At the edges of the battlefield, the armies of the five kingdoms collided in a bloody struggle.
Each kingdom sent its finest knights and mages, and every strike carried the banner of survival or annihilation.
Sparks flew from swords, spears shattered, and blood drenched the ground… screams filled the sky.
But the sky did not calm, as it was filled with the colors of fire, ice, and thunder.
Mages from all sides cast their spells:
Fireballs fell like meteors, ice storms froze soldiers in place, and lightning tore the ground in two.
Narrator:
"This was not merely a clash of armies… but a struggle of worlds, where swords met magic, and blood mixed with flame."
The soldiers' screams blended with the sound of spells, and the sky itself seemed to scream with the chaos of war.
Amidst this hell, the sky suddenly ignited.
A creature resembling a phoenix appeared, its fiery wings spreading like a sun cutting through the dark clouds.
It approached Hades with calm steps, its deep voice echoing:
"Something is approaching…"
Hades looked coldly, unfazed, as if the words did not surprise him.
Hades:
"What is it that approaches?"
Odin, in the midst of his battle, froze for a moment.
He took a small horn engraved with ancient symbols from his coat and lifted it to his lips.
Horn Blast
With the first blast…
The entire place shook.
The sound of the horn pierced both sky and earth, as if an echo from other worlds.
The soldiers paused their fighting for a moment, their swords trembling in their hands.
A soldier (anxiously):
"What is this?... I feel something bad is about to happen."
Even Semifil raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Poseidon narrowed his eyes cautiously.
Oungan laughed madly:
"Hahaha! Who are you summoning, Odin?!"
Narrator (with dripping awe):
"Who are those approaching? And to whom is Odin calling with his horn at this crucial moment?"