"Mother, you have not changed a bit. Ever the same… with ambitions beyond the heavens, no wonder I became like this. My daughter is different, yet I understand the necessities of power, and I wish I could spare her the pain." Telmus' eyes became focused on the image and his hand moved as if he wanted to squeeze Fury's neck, "I could kill him right now… it would be so easy."
Minerva nodded, "yes, you could. Maybe you should. But then, Kuranes is also here, and to keep the pact intact, I will be obligated to stop you."
Telmus bared his teeth, "One day, I would like to see that."
Minerva arched her brow, "Your insolence is no longer charming… The burdens I placed on you will no longer be removed, you will fight your oning battles with it. Show me who you really are… or perish, a million years from now or ten million… I will find another like you."
Telmus smiled, and lifted his hands, and it was as if he was burdened by a heavy weight, he shrugged, "I am Telmus. There will never be anyone like me."
He had made his statement to express his state of mind and his supreme confidence, and that was enough.
He turned and walked away, the stars far away shuddering with each footstep he took.
It was possible if you had a special sort of vision to see around his body, then you would see heavy chains like spider webs surrounding him that connected to far off stars in space, and every step that Telmus took… he dragged them along.
The goddess his mother had laid a seal upon him to fight a battle beyond all mortal prehension, perhaps even gods would falter before this task, but Telmus accepted it, even with the magnitude of the task before him, he did not beg for her pity or that the seal should be lifted, for he believed with every fiber of his body, that he was invincible.
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"We have just left the Tiberius Encampment and the road to the battlefield is up ahead, you have to watch your footing, for we will be sprinting across fifty miles under heavy bombardment. This is Death Valley! You lose a single step and you die. You hesitate for an instant and you die. Your luck shifts a little to the side and… you die. This is the death trap that you need to survive in order to reach the battlefields. Pray to your Ancestors… Pray to your gods. Hell and all its riches await us."
The man speaking was a ten-foot giant in powered armor. He was a famous genius from the Horush Family who was in the Spirit Territory Realm, Micah.
He was speaking to three hundred plus warriors behind him, male and female, all Dominators at the Incarnation State, who hailed from the various Noble families.
This place was the gateway to the site of perhaps the greatest ongoing war ever in the history of the Nebular Galaxy.
The field of war on Trion. The Demons call it; The Graveyard of gods, while Dominators call it, The Graveyard of Demons and Mages. Whatever name they might call it, this place had tasted the blood of gods and men, and each grain of sand inside it was full of suffering, death and horror on a scale that would make even gods go mad.
It was said that for a Major World to ascend to a Supreme World, it was a feat beyond your standard understanding, and they were right. They would have to push for the impossible, to make the very Universe acknowledge their stand, and after then crush the will of the Universe.
Supreme Worlds could outlive the Universe, and in a manner, they were beyond the Universe. There were many steps to take on the path to bee a Supreme World, and this War was among the last steps.
Yet, this Great War has been ongoing for two million years, and the battlefield stretched for countless billions of miles.
This part of the battlefield where the Dominators assembled was a small section of it, and the present Dominators were just a small grain of sand on a beach, all of them fighting for a tiny slice of the massive pie before them.
Due to such an intense war and the unspeakable amount of blood that had been shed on this battlefield, the land had bee warped and turned into one of the most dangerous locations in the galaxy.
It was not only because of the constant wars happening on the ground, but because of the effects of the war on the earth. For on this battlefield, many gods, and demons had perished. Their death cries left curses on the battlefield. Their blood leaves permanent scars in reality.
The godly energies they used during their heaven shattering battles had permanently reshaped many sections of it for all eternity, and it was generally known that the deeper you enter, approaching the center of the battlefield, the more dangerous and strange it became.
There were tales of great corpses, thousands of miles long, of great Palaces and instruments of war. There were tales of entire worlds being dragged down and lost inside the battlefield… Countless tales of horror and wonder and madness, beyond what could be told in a thousand-mortal lifespan.
With the increasing aggression of Dominators in the Empire waging war on the surrounding worlds and increasing the boundary of the Empire, many foreign powers began to enter the field of the greatest battle in the galaxy.
Whether it was because of revenge or the desire to get stronger due to the nature of the battlefield and all the countless treasures left on it, it was clear to all that this field of battle was filling up faster than the occupants were dying, increasing the chaos of it all, to an unfathomable degree.
The factions on the battlefield are no longer black and white, but endless shades of gray.
Except for slaves and those that were condemned to death, you had to be at least the Rift State or its equal in order to be able to survive even the periphery of the battlefield.
Any battles fought here that were at the second great circle and below were not considered a battle, just minor skirmishes, even if millions were to die.
Nezrakim and Dora, after two whole years, the two Archangels finally reached the Battlefield.
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