The very foundation of Ro trembled as the powers of ancient deities clashed, the weight of their confrontation threatening to tear the city apart. The once clear skies grew dark, massive thunderclouds swirling ominously overhead. Lightning crackled nacingly, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets. The terrified citizens huddled in their hos, praying to any deity that would listen for protection from the cataclysmic battle raging above.
Eight mighty figures pressed their advantage, trying to overpower Ery. Their combined? diverse range of powers manifesting in an onslaught of projectiles, ethereal entities, and the clashing of divine weaponry. The atmosphere crackled with energy, raw elental magic weaving around every corner of the battlefield. But Ery, drawing on his newfound connection with Excalibur, t every challenge with an elegant precision. Each thrust was parried, every shot deflected, and the summons found themselves evaded or repelled.
As the battle raged on, Ery's focus sharpened, each swing of Excalibur becoming more fluid and confident. He weaved through sword forms, their choreography mixing seamlessly with his personal style. The blade seed to sing in his hand, its legendary power growing more and more attuned to its wielder.
Zeus's voice, booming with a mixture of rage and incredulity, cut through the din of battle. "He's only a freaking half moon!! Kill him!!" The King of Gods was unaccustod to his will being defied, especially by soone whose power should have been dwarfed by his own and his fellow magus.
Then, Apollo stepped forward. His silvery eyes, deep and endless, fixed on Ery. Within them lay the power of eons, of lifetis spent watching, judging, and deciding the fates of mortals.? They were now fixed intently on Ery, releasing a powerful spiritual assault aid directly at Ery's psyche.
The silent confrontation was palpable, an ethereal tension that seed to ripple through the very air around them. To most, Apollo's spiritual strike would be a fatal blow, rendering them defenseless or, worse, snuffing out their very essence. But Ery was not most. His ntal fortitude, honed through the elven art of Katra and augnted by the Fey innate ability [Emperor Focus], acted as an impenetrable shield, reflecting Apollo's assault.
And then, Ery did the unexpected. With a smirk, he locked eyes with the Sun God, reversing the spiritual pressure. The conduit Apollo had opened to attack beca a two-way street. Ery's retaliation was swift and brutal. The sheer force of it, amplified by Ery's own capabilities, overwheld Apollo. A heart-wrenching scream filled the air as blood burst from Apollo's eyes, the god's face a mask of shock and horror. He staggered back, clearly unprepared for such a counterattack, fear evident in his now bloodstained visage.
The battlefield went silent for a heartbeat, the weight of what just transpired sinking in. The young magus had not only deflected a deity's attack but had turned it back upon its sender with devastating consequences.
This display of martial prowess elicited an array of reactions from the onlookers. Among the crowd, Fjolnir and the Abbot exchanged knowing glances, their faces breaking into broad smiles of admiration and pride. Their belief in Ery's potential was being affird with every stroke of his sword. Julian, however, stood conflicted. His face was a canvas of emotions: pride in Ery's skills, apprehension for what the outco might an, and perhaps a touch of envy at the rapid progress his peers had made.
Minutes has passed and Ery's bond with Excalibur seed to reach a pinnacle. The blade glowed with an ethereal light, and Ery, feeling an overwhelming surge of power, decided it was ti to go on the offensive.
[Immortal Gate]
[Battle power increased 64]
In an electrifying display, a burst of iridescent energy emanated from Ery, centering on Excalibur. The sword, once a legend whispered in hushed tones, was now a beacon of power that could eclipse even the gods. With the [Immortal Gate] activation, Ery's aura beca intimidating, his battle power increasing dramatically, making even the deities look ek in comparison.
From his previous clash, Ery can tell that the five crescent moons Magus only held power ranging from 250 to 350. Athena, revered as a warrior goddess, surpassed them with a battle power slightly over 400, her mastery with the sword and shield beca their main defense. Zeus, the head of the pantheon in his full moon realm boasted a power level of 500, making him a significant threat on any battlefield.
Yet,? with the added augntation from the Khaos energy and the legendary sword, Ery stood with a might nearing 600 battle power. That's without resorting to his wolf transformation.
In essence, Ery could have opted not to boost his battle power further. His existing might was more than enough to deal with the pantheon of gods that stood against him. But by invoking the [Immortal Gate], he wishes to show his dominance.
His battle cry resonated with [Oga Strike]. With a strength that left the onlookers in awe, Ery lunged forward, his blade eting Athena's shield. The clangor of tal on tal resonated, but the force behind Ery's strike proved too potent for Athena. She staggered back, a wide, bloody wound opening up across her chest. The montum of Ery's strike sent her airborne, and with a heavy thud, she crashed into the ground, leaving a small crater in her wake.
Yet, Ery's onslaught did not pause. Riding the wave of his initial success, he turned his attention to Hephaestus. The god of the forge barely had a mont to react. Ery's blade danced, and with a precise, swift motion, both of Hephaestus' arms fell, leaving him vulnerable and in disbelief.
Hers, always swift, attempted to flee the scene. But before Hers could even lift off, Ery's blade swung low, severing the feet that bore the ssenger god's fabled winged shoes. Stripped of his agility and speed, Hers crumpled, staring in shock at what remained of his once-prized limbs.
As Ery was about to finish what he started with the fallen magus, a spear, crackling with energy and intent, flew towards him. It was Zeus, desperate to halt Ery's rampage. In a fluid motion, Ery turned, using Excalibur to parry the spear. The impact was fierce, but it also gave Ery the perfect opportunity to unleash another of his formidable arts:
[Chain Strike].
Ery turned into a blur. His speed was unparalleled, making him seem almost omnipresent. In rapid succession, Dionysus, Deter, and Artemis felt the cold steel of Excalibur. Each of them was left with fatal wounds, their life force ebbing away.
The sky beca a canvas of crimson as droplets of blood painted a grueso tableau. They descended, their regal and godly figures hurtling towards the earth with the weight of defeat.
However, their descent was cut short. As they neared the ground, the very shadows around Ery surged to life. Sinister, pitch-black tentacle-like arms erupted from his back, they snaked through the air, wrapping around each of the fallen magus, their grip unyielding. With a force that seed to defy the very laws of nature, the tentacles dragged the magus into Ery's chest.
The spectacle was beyond comprehension. The once confident and powerful Zeus could only stare, his composure shattered. A quiver in his voice, he managed to utter,
"What did you do!!?"
Ery's voice was cold, almost eerily calm, as he remarked about the defeated magus. "Don't worry, they are alive, for now..."
The stark reality of the situation seed to finally dawn on Zeus. The god now found himself facing a force that defied his understanding. The weight of it made his voice quiver with anger and frustration. "This cannot be!" he roared.
In a desperate move, Zeus summoned his signature power. Bolts of ethereal blue lightning coiled around him, not directed at Ery, but woven into a shimring armor. The air around him sizzled as the imnse energy granted him a blinding burst of speed. He rocketed upwards, aiming to escape.
Ery, watching the rapid ascent of Zeus, sighed in disappointnt. The god's attempt to flee was expected, but still a pitiable sight. Ery's power was vast, and among his myriad abilities was one that defied the very laws of physics. As the fabric of space folded around him, Ery used his spatial spell to warp directly into Zeus's escape route.
"You are not going anywhere!" Ery declared, his voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance.
As they clashed in the sky, the two beings of imnse power collided with a force that shook the very pillars of creation. Thunder bood with unparalleled fury, the soundwaves creating ripples in the fabric of space. Below, onlookers could only stare in awe, the horizon illuminated by the blinding flash of their confrontation, unsure of the fate of the world in the wake of such a titanic clash.
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Author Note.
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