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Deus roared as he closed the distance between them, declaring that Augustus's power could only delay him, not stop him. He mocked Augustus, branding him one of the weakest among them, a mere forger and blacksmith, never a true fighter nor destined to become one.
Mjolnir swung through the air with devastating force, striking Augustus with a thunderous blow. Augustus met the attack with his black hammer, and the clash unleashed a violent explosion of thunder and flame.
Augustus stood resolute, acknowledging the truth in Deus's words. His greatest passion had always been creation, not combat. An artist at heart, he devoted himself to crafting and peace. Yet, amid the chaos of war, he proved he could adapt.
In that moment, Deus's eyes widened in disbelief as a massive metallic door opened behind Augustus, revealing his Divine Realm: a colossal, unending furnace where thousands of weapons were forged in real time, with divine flames dancing everywhere.
