?The cries of rage from the God of War could be heard all over the capital, and the Dominators fleeing towards the other continent huddled together in terror. Their blood thirst was shadowed by fear, as the rumor that the God of War was fighting against Telmus the mutant.
This unexpected shield that arose from nowhere had blocked the entire capital city of Trion from being eradicated.
Yet the force of this move was so massive, that Tiberius' body depressed the barrier until it sank, and a series of high-rise buildings that were unfortunately too close to the edge of the capital were shattered to pieces.
This devastation spread to the ground where a couple of miles of real estate crumbled to dust. The cost of mortal life was minimal since almost everyone had been evacuated.
The shield stabilized and snapped back into place, flinging the dazed god towards the earth where he crashed into the Crystal Lake like a meteor, flinging the waters of the lake hundreds of miles into the air, as a mass of water nearing a million gallons was flung into space, birthing a new comet.
The earth below the lake exploded as the Crystal Lake was divided in two. A massive crack in the earth was created that reached hundreds of miles deep, this created a channel for the water of the lake to pour down into the earth, creating the most spectacular waterfall on Trion.
The city of Aroth shifted as the earthquakes that resulted from the crash nearly toppled it into the cracked ground, but a massive force stabilized the capital from sinking.
The creator of the shield over the capital turned out to be the Empress, who had become freed from the prison of stars made by Telmus, most likely by the intervention of the gods, and she gazed towards her captor with such madness and hate that it turned the sky yellow.
Not bothering to hold back and disregarding the strain on her body and psyche, the Empress began pulling on the power of the seven gods from her royal crown into her right arm.
With the actions of Telmus, she had every right to execute him, and she would do so before anyone stopped her.
The power of all seven gods destroyed her body but their power also healed her, and she screamed in pain and exultation, this power was not meant for mortals, and even as it was killing her, the sheer enjoyment she derived from wielding all the powers of the gods were the most pleasurable sensation she had felt in her life.
Her hatred and her stubbornness kept her pleasure at bay, keeping her mind focused and ensuring she placed all that power into her right hand which was beginning to turn silver.
When she could no longer hold on, she cut off the flow of power from the crown and gazed at Telmus with a smirk, but he glanced at her before ignoring her, focusing on the tremors below the earth as the Avatar of Tiberius fought his way out of the ground.
"This would be your final mistake!" The silver hand of the Empress tore off from her body and effortlessly passed through the barrier, heading for Telmus who seemed not to be aware of the coming danger.
The hand easily slipped through the gaps in between space, silent and invisible as it flew towards Telmus. The Empress grinned as she spread her perception towards her quarters where his daughter was being held, she wanted to bring her outside for her to witness the death of her father.
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