The smoke had not yet faded from the battlefield when the sound of metal clashing with primal force echoed once again.
The battle was split into two fronts, each capable of destroying an entire kingdom on its own.
Odin × Semifel
Odin raised his two swords, the white and the black, to unleash a double slashing attack at his opponent.
But Semifel extended his bare hand calmly and stopped both strikes as if they were nothing.
Semifel (mocking):
"Don't joke with me, old man… attack me with all your strength."
Odin smiled madly, as if the challenge had ignited something dormant within him. He lunged forward, his body moving with speed, swinging his swords in a series of relentless strikes, each blow carrying his past, his pride, and his hidden rage.
Narrator:
"In Odin's eyes, the fight was not merely a clash… it was a sacred dance."
But Semifel grew impatient, extending his hand to draw a gray sword radiating a terrifying aura.
Narrator:
"The unbreakable blade… Excalibar, had appeared."
He unleashed a brutal strike toward Odin, forcing the latter to block and step back. The place shook from the impact.
Odin (angrily):
"This weapon… is dangerous!"
His eyes suddenly turned blood-red as he panted sharply.
Semifel (with contempt):
"You bastard… you have drunk the blood of demons."
Poseidon × Oungan
On the other side, the sea waves roared at their master's command.
Poseidon plunged his trident into the ground, unleashing massive water columns trying to engulf Oungan.
But the latter cut through them, his black sword glowing with a deadly aura, each strike splitting the water in half.
Oungan (with a mocking smile):
"Everything you do… is pure nonsense."
He dashed forward and swung his sword toward the Sea King.
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 mingled with the sea water.
Poseidon laughed coldly despite the pain, his voice deep as winter waves:
"Ha ha ha… good… very good, you wretch."
Oungan smiled maniacally as he saw the blood flow:
"Finally… I hear the scream of your flesh."
Soldiers × Soldiers
At the battlefield edges, the armies of the five kingdoms collided in a bloody struggle.
Each kingdom sent its finest knights and mages, and every strike carried the emblem of survival or annihilation.
Swords flew sparks, spears shattered, and blood soaked the ground…
But the sky was no calmer, filled with colors of fire, ice, and thunder.
Mages from all sides unleashed their spells:
Fireballs fell like meteors, ice storms froze soldiers in place, and lightning tore the earth in halves.
Narrator:
"This was not merely a clash of armies… it was a struggle of worlds, where sword met magic, and blood mingled with flames."
The soldiers' screams mingled with the sound of spells, and the sky itself seemed to cry out with the chaos of war.
Amid this hell, the sky suddenly ignited.
A Phoenix-like creature appeared, its fiery wings stretching like a sun tearing through dark clouds.
It approached Hades with calm steps, its deep voice echoing:
"They are approaching…"
Hades looked coldly, unmoved, as if the words did not surprise him.
But Odin, amidst his fight, froze for a moment. His eyes filled with worry.
He pulled a small horn from his coat, engraved with ancient symbols, and raised it to his lips.
The Horn's Blast
With the first blow…
The entire place trembled.
The sound of the horn pierced both sky and earth, as if it were an echo from other worlds.
The soldiers paused their fighting for a moment, their swords trembling in their hands.
Even Semifel raised his eyebrows in surprise, Poseidon narrowed his eyes cautiously.
Oungan laughed maniacally:
"Ha ha ha! Who are you calling, Odin?!"
Narrator (with a voice dripping with awe):
"Who are these approaching? And to whom is Odin calling with his horn at this decisive moment?"