Alpha 10-9 was an advanced intergalactic civilization. Suzuki Sayuri 鈴木さゆりwas a student at University X-9, she had the same dream again. Hermes woke up. Hermes was an elf girl with large breasts, blue eyes and a black ponytail. She was woken by an AI hologram of a young pink haired anime girl, "Wake up Hermes, another exciting day awaits you!" Hermes rubbed her eyes and began to press buttons on the digital screen in front of her. She responded to the AI hologram, "Hey Michi, yeah another day, another dollar, what else is new it's just the same old shit." After hitting all the buttons she got ready, made some coffee and headed to work. Hermes heard something on the news about some strange happenings, "Large Giant Squids continue to land all across Neongenesis-50k9, be prepared for any strange abnormalities." Hermes arrived at the office and was greeted by her partner Mark. She entered the police building, and saw all of the head police officers in her unit: Ungar, with his armored non-physical body his cape covered up by his police armor but the armor on his head was exposed including his red eyes and his metal horns, there was Talus white spiky hairs, pointy ears etc., Zaiyal, Lupus, Sarai, Narcis the elf, Sir Rhyme, Daniel, Qayyim and of course her father the police chief, Nova. Nova announced to everyone, "Listen the cases of the squids have been more frequent, fortunately a criminal was spotted at one of the scenes of the crime, Mark and Hermes, his name is Phyron and I want you two to interrogate him." The metallic door slammed shut behind Hermes and Mark. A single white light swung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the cold interrogation room. Bound to a reinforced gravity-chair sat Phyron—a crimson-haired rogue with jagged tattoos glowing faintly on his neck. His eyes gleamed with mischief… and something ancient.
Mark slammed a fist onto the table. "Enough games, Phyron! What do you know about the squids?!" Phyron leaned forward, licking his cracked lips. "Heh… you really think those things are squids? If you do, then you're dumber than you look." Hermes narrowed her eyes. Her hand hovered near her holster—more out of instinct than need. Her power didn't come from weapons. Hermes stepped forward, the camera cutting to a low-angle close-up of her face as her ponytail fluttered behind her. "Talk. Now. Or I'll tear the answer out of your mana-core myself." Phyron's smile faded for a moment, just a flicker. He leaned back.
"So… she's awakened. Just like the prophecy said." Suddenly—BOOM!! The entire building shook. Lights flickered. Sirens blared.
"INCOMING BREACH! CODE KAIROS! I REPEAT, CODE KAIROS!" Nova's voice echoed through the comm system:
"All units! Outer wall breach! Giant bio-squid entering sector 3! It's not just a landing… it's invading! Mark! Hermes! Get out there!"
Mark turned to Hermes, but her eyes had already gone gold. Hermes gritted her teeth. "Damn it. He was just stalling!" Phyron chuckled as the bindings melted away—black energy seeping from his limbs like smoke.
"The game begins, Blue-Eyes. See you at the Rift Nexus." Hermes stepped back, throwing off her coat. Glyphs across her arms lit up. Her badge shimmered and spun into the air—splitting into twin boomerangs of plasma. "Code EXODIA: Officer Hermes, Soul Drive ONLINE!"
Wind whipped around her as a burst of energy erupted beneath her feet. Mark grabbed his own badge, pressing it to his chest. "RISE, TITAN CORE!" A massive mech-suit formed around him, steam billowing from its vents.
Wind whipped around her as a burst of energy erupted beneath her feet. Mark grabbed his own badge, pressing it to his chest. "RISE, TITAN CORE!" A massive mech-suit formed around him, steam billowing from its vents. The squid was no ordinary beast—it stood 100 meters tall, its tentacles composed of liquid code and writhing bone. Its head resembled a white temple fused with advanced circuitry. Hermes landed in front of it, boomerangs spinning. "Let's see how strong you really are." She smirked. The squid shrieked. Hermes dashed forward, leaving a sonic boom. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled both plasma boomerangs, slicing off two tentacles as she launched into the air. Mark followed behind in his mech, fists glowing. In the distance, Phyron stood on a skyscraper, his cloak fluttering in the wind. "The beginning of the end… the return of the Astral Calamity… has begun."
Somewhere far away jagged rift tore through the sky above the battlefield. Phyron stood at its center, transformed. His body now hummed with Voidfire, black-purple energy licking off his skin like flames. His crimson hair floated upward, and six ghostly tentacles made of living code swirled behind him. He floated a few feet off the ground, his eyes now glowing void-white. "This universe is a cage… and I am the key. Sooner or later the Void will be unleashed." Opposite him, Hermes landed with a flash of golden energy, boomerangs spinning in hand. Behind her, Mark slammed to the ground in his Titan Core mech. Nova, Sir Rhyme, and Zaiyal appeared from warp portals, standing shoulder to shoulder. Nova: "No more words. This ends tonight." Hermes charged first. Her body flashed with Soul Drive glyphs as she hurled both boomerangs in a crisscross pattern. Phyron lifted a hand—his tentacles intercept, catching the blades mid-air. But Hermes was already above him, foot wreathed in golden mana. Hermes: "Meteor Kick!" Hermes smashed down, but Phyron blinks—literally blinking out of space—and appears behind her. Phyron:
"Too slow." Phyron swung with a tentacle, launching Hermes into a cliffside. Mark unleashed a barrage of plasma missiles, the entire battlefield lighting up. The smoke cleared—Phyron easily walked through, untouched, his skin glowing brighter. Suddenly—Sir Rhyme appeared behind him, sword drawn. Sir Rhyme: "Verse One: Silence the Void." He slashed—a slash that sings, its soundwave sliced through Phyron's armor and knocking him off balance. Zaiyal pounced from above, claws blades, spinning like a storm. Zaiyal: "Claw Dance—Moonlight Fang Barrage!" Each claw strike ripped at Phyron's aura, destabilizing his code. Hermes flew back in, eyes blazing gold. Hermes: "NOW!" [AI voice: Combo Attack Sequence Initiated]
Nova opened his palm—"Magnet Vortex!"—and locked Phyron in place. Sir Rhyme slashed again—"Verse Two: Shatter Echo!"—breaking Phyron's guard. Zaiyal and Mark slammed in from both sides. Hermes charged one last blow. Her boomerangs combine into one sythe, spinning above her like a solar halo. She flew into the air—energy surging. Hermes:
"RIFT REDEEMER: FINAL HEAVENLY STRIKE!" She crashed down, golden energy spiraling like a divine comet, smashing directly into Phyron's chest. The battlefield exploded in white light. Silence. Then... dust settled. Phyron knelt, injured, blood trickling from his mouth. But he laughed. Phyron grinned: "You still don't understand. I'm not the calamity... I'm its harbinger. Merely a humble messenger of what's to come. Hehehe." The Rift Nexus above began to pulse wildly. A massive shadow stirred on the other side. Michi's voice echoed from Hermes's comm: "Hermes! Reality distortion levels are off the charts! Something's coming through—something ancient! It's… it's not from this dimension!" Hermes stared upward, the boomerangs trembling in her hands. Hermes:
"This isn't over…" Mark followed up with: "Nope, not at all."
Episode 1: "Suzuki Awakens! The Antlered Flame of Sector Theta!"
In the twilight-kissed skies of Dimension Theta-Ex9, where science and sorcery crash together like twin galaxies locked in eternal war, University X-9 rises like a steel lotus amidst the storm. A university not just for the gifted—but for the chosen. A place where ancient martial arts fueled by quantum magic and cosmic discipline forge the future protectors of the interdimensional balance.
Deep within Tower Dorm A-13, Suzuki Altherion, a third-year student of the Martial Aeon Division, slowly stirred from slumber. A warm ray of artificial sun-light poured through the neon-tinted glass of her capsule room as a soft voice echoed through her sleek living pod.
"It's 10:08 AM, Suzuki. Time to wake up, ma'am," chirped Michi, her AI room assistant—manifested as a holographic girl with glowing eyes and a voice synthesized from starlight and data streams.
Suzuki groaned softly, flicking her fluffy cat ears as she pushed the sheets off. Her antlers glinted in the morning light, symbols of her hybrid bloodline—the Felid-Cervian Warborn, once thought extinct in the Omega Wars of 2897. She rubbed her emerald eyes, their irises shaped like interlocking magic circles, and reached for her brush. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded down in waves, as unruly as the raw energy she channeled. She wore the signature Null-Leather Uniform of X-9—stitched from voidbeast hide and laced with gravity runes. Her long, swishing tail wrapped instinctively around her waist as she prepared for another insane day in a world where magic duels could split timelines and exams were fought with fists, wits, and mana pulses. She was strong. Too strong, some said. But only a few knew why: within her pulsed the dormant Code of the Lost Astra-Kin, a forbidden power sealed in the aftermath of the Chrono Rift Crisis. Universe Background: The World of "Dimension Breaker: University X-9"
Thousands of years ago, in the aftermath of the Interdimensional Collapse, twelve fractured universes were forced into proximity by a cataclysmic fusion event known as the Great Splice. Out of the chaos, civilizations rose—mixing magic, alien tech, genetic evolution, and post-human philosophy. University X-9 was founded by the last surviving Celestial Engineer, Professor Azariel Vonn, as a training ground for Reality Guardians—warriors, scholars, and mages who would protect the fragile harmony of the Spliced Realms.
Suzuki and her crew are part of Division Delta-7, the elite squad known as the Crimson Breakers. Among her friends:
Kai Zerofield Katsumoto: A gravity brawler with an artificial heart made of singularity crystal. Shortly after the battle with Phyron at the Rift Nexus, a ripple of unstable dimensional energy tears through Neongenesis-50k9. But unlike other distortions, this one doesn't bring monsters—it takes something. Or someone.
Hermes stood beside Mark and Nova, overlooking the pulsing sky. Nova looked over the scene: "This isn't a squid anomaly. Something's… extracting consciousness. It's not a breach. It's an absorption." Michi (over comms):
"Quantum trace match confirmed. Origin: Unknown layer… codename LETHAMIRA." Kaito Ren walked beside Eira, deeper into the fragmented city of dusk and memory. His Echoform sword pulses faintly. He's learning to control it—barely. Kaito stated: "I thought this place was a limbo. But it's watching us. Growing." Eira said: "Lethamira reflects the minds of the dying—and now... someone is dreaming it from the outside." Suddenly, the earth trembled. From the sky: a tear opened—not natural, not from within Lethamira. And a man fell through it. BOOM. She crashed into a memory square. Dust rises. She draws her boomerangs in a blink. The man stated simply: "Where the hell am I?" Kaito and Lucario stared at each other—an immediate sense of recognition neither can explain. Eira said to herself:
"This… is unprecedented." Kaito replied:
"You don't belong here. This place only remembers what's forgotten." Lucario shot back: "Funny. Because I haven't forgotten anything. And I don't intend to." Eira replied with a grin:
"Yet you've been pulled here. Which means something about you is already vanishing." Lucario said quietly:
"...Jobe… [Wait who is that, what is that name?]" As the three explored the Ash Library, pages began flipping violently—on their own. One glows. Kaito read it:
"Subject: Lucario Vendetta.
Status: Active anomaly.
Threat Level: Unstable.
Anchor Memory: 'Forgive the Unforgivable.'
Classification: Echoform Catalyst Trigger – Compassion Beyond Threshold."
Lucario said surprised: "...What the hell does that mean?" Kaito said tensely: "It means you're like me. A memory that doesn't fade. You're not supposed to be here—but you're needed here." Kaito and Lucario sat alone later. Kaito: "I tried to disappear. You're trying to hang on. We're two sides of the same choice." Lucario stared ahead: "If you forget who you hate, does that mean you lose who you love too?" Kaito: "Maybe that's the price. Or maybe that's the point."
The Realm of Umi:
It had been a year and a half since Hermes and her friends defeated the Water Elf Aquarius who had since joined them in their struggle to defeat the Demon King. The group discovered that a group of the Apollonian Gods, known as the Levites, lived in Umi approximately 30,000 years ago in a sky realm called Icarus, they had long since disappeared, you'll soon find out why. Though they were not killed, far from it. Lightning forked across the golden clouds.
The realm of Icarus—was a mountaintop palace suspended in a ring of light— it rumbled from the clash of titanic forces. Marble temples were floating in pieces, upheld only by divine gravity and the screaming winds of an endless sky. The architecture was all Olympian splendor, kissed by storm and sun. Hermes landed on one knee,with her Spirit Blade in hand glowing blue with Qadar. sHer jet-black ponytail whipped in the wind, and her golden eyes burning. Behind her were, Ungar, Mark, Ebisu, Yadala, and Narcis Martreya Buddha who formed a ragged front line—each bruised, bleeding, but unbroken.
Above them on floating altars stood the gods of the Apollonian Offshoot:
Yagoth — a Green-haired Elf Sorceress with very large breasts, her cloak was made of simple green fabric and her magic formed massive runes in the sky.
Zagora — a Blonde human warrior with a massive claymore and large breasts as well, lightning coiled up her arms, aura bursting in golden arcs.
Zargoth — Was a Crimson-haired Elf, twin-blade master, red tattoos glowed along his jawline.
Yemina — Icy-blue haired battle-mage with large breasts, eyes like polished sapphire, channeling freezing storms and whitefire.
Karachi "Son Ogong" — A Grinning human martial artist with black hair and blue eyes, spinning his iron staff in a blur.
Karachi grinned with confidence:
"So! These are the rebels that took down Aquarius. You look strong, Blue-Eyes… but not god-slaying strong. And you Aquarius how you betrayed us, it's fine we'll kill you after all if you leave the realm of Godhood as an Apostate, the punishment is death." Hermes wiped the blood from her lip: "Try me, you child." Ungar raised a sword out of dark matter. "Mark, push left. Yadala, cover Hermes. Narcis—light the sky." Mark nodded, activating his Demon Magic— Narcis hovered above:
"As Lord Tagatha said: even in stillness, flame awaits." A bell rang somewhere—Ebisu had activated his divine merchant's seal. His smile was unreadable as countless weapons contracts manifest around him. Ebisu:
"For the right price, even the Gods can be destroyed with the proper weapons."
Zagora lunged first—sword trailing pure light. Mark countered with his Mozaku magic, boosting into her with a jet-shoulder tackle. The clouds exploded as they collided, tearing open a funnel of sky that revealed the stars behind it and the literal Cosmic Sea and animals that swam above. Zagora said angrily: "You filthy human! I'll make you pay for challenging a God as an equal." Mark replied: "Good thing I'm not human really. I'm a devil."
Hermes meets Zargoth in midair. Their blades met as well. Zargoth: "You're fast. But your heart hesitates." Hermes gritted her teeth: "Then let me shut it up."
She activated her inner Qadar. Her body burst into golden streaks—four afterimages slashed through him at once, carving a glowing X across his chest. Blood sprayed in a spiral—but he wasn't not done yet. Zargoth stabs both swords into the air, shouting: "HEAVEN'S RIPTIDE!" Divine fire exploded from the blades, forcing Hermes to disengage. But before she can be hit— Yadala intercepted with a crystalline barrier of mana-infused vines. Yadala: "Your wrath has no roots, Zargoth. You fight like thunder. But we grow like storms."
Meanwhile—Karachi "Son Ogong" smashed Ungar into a marble column mid-air, laughing the whole time. Karachi swung around his rod quickly and said: "C'mon, you big tin can! Fight me like you mean it!" Ungar began to growl: "Fine. I'll grant your fucking wish." Ungar began to pullsate with energy and in an instant 600,000 Universes and the Souls appeared in him at once as they shook the heavens. This didn't have the desired effect. Karachi smiled widely: "I knew it, a star child how lucky." As he was thought to be distracted Talus struck him from behind but Karachi blocked it. Karachi smiled: "Ohhh, yes. Now we're dancing." Karachi shouted: "CLONE ATTACK!" He instantly turned into 20 clones and they began to attack Ungar and Talus. Talus laughed: "Two can play at that game." Talus did the same and the army of clones went off against each other. In the distance Ungar spoke telepathically to Talus. "Talus I'm going to use Event Horizon, once I use this, this clown is as good as dead." Talus closed his eyes, "I understand take all the time you need."
But in an instant the original Karachi turned towards Hermes and became intrigued as his clones fought off Talus and his clones. Karachi casually said: "You're the leader, huh?" Hermes: "I don't care about titles. I just care about defeating the Hypocrites." Karachi grinned: "Then show me if mortals deserve the sky."
Yemina floated above, casting a whitefire storm spell, chanting in celestial tongues. Narcis activated Vajra Lotus Mode meanwhile Lupus who fought beside him activated his Wolf Aura—ten spiritual arms bloom behind Narcis for his part. Narcis (calmly): "You think you can keep up with my Deva form, Lupus." Lupus laughed: "I should be the one asking you such a question." Narcis smirked: "That's what I like to hear." Narcis struck forward—ten palms of golden force intercepting the storm magic mid-sky and redirected it as a beam spiral that curved downward into Zagora, knocking her sword from her hands. Hermes (yelled:
"NOW!" She threw her knives straight into the vortex of Narcis's redirected beam—amplified with energy—and Mark launches them with a blast from his Demonic Chi. The Apollonian warriors begna to regroup—battered, bleeding, but not fallen. Yagoth with narrowed eyes said: "This was supposed to be a quick show of force, not a battle." Hermes said: "Too late. Your expectations should change." Karachi grinned battered and bloodied: "Well damn… maybe mortals are worth betting on. But maybe I shouldn't hold my breath just yet." Ungar continued charging up his Event Horizon attack.
Meanwhile they all jumped back into battle. Lupus began to fight Yagoth but he was soon overwhelmed Yagoth unleashed a final devastating attacks which sent Lupus unconciousses flying downwards. In the blackness of his mind he saw the being that came from the Philosopher Stone this demonic god-like entity which acted like a wish granting Genie. "I told you I would leave you with a parting gift and that's what I've come to do. Prince Lupus, of the royal Lupine clan its time to reveal your destiny." The being went into Lupus' chest and in an instant he woke up. Light exploded everywhere nobody had felt anything like it before, even Hermes and Ungar were shocked by this incredible power.
The battlefield froze—literally and metaphysically. Even Yemina's whitefire stalled mid-air. The clouds parted not from a storm—but from reverence. The Cosmic Sea above them rippled, as if all constellations blinked at once. It was as if God revealed his face to all of mortal-kind. Lupus—once broken, unconscious, falling like a spent meteor—hovered mid-air, suspended in a cocoon of crimson and white flame, his body no longer his own, but the vessel of something ancient and howling. Zargoth said with his bulging eyes and trembling hands: "…What is this pressure… it feels like the Wild Sun of Fen-Yun itself." Karachi's clones faded as the real one looked in shock: "Well… hot damn. The Wolf King awakens."
A Flashback:
The being from the Philosopher's Stone spoke in a voice made of shattered runes and golden echoes: "You were born not merely to fight, but to break fate itself, Prince Lupus. You are not the beast. And if you so choose, you may rule this world your father was right. But its up to you. Either way it is already written.
You are the crown of the pack, the sovereign of instinct. Claim it."
Lupus's eyes opened as his mind turned to the present. The light cracked open like a howl-shaped sigil, and Lupus emerged… His hair was now even snowier-white, flowing with crackling stardust. Eyes burning like twin crescent moons completed blue almost no pupils to be seen, with wolf sigils etched in their irises. A crown of lunar fire manifested over his brow, and his armor reformed into an incredible-gold fur-lined regalia, pulsing with spiritual aura. But most terrifying of all—his aura grew wings. Not of angels, not of demons—but of ancient primal wolves, guardians of creation, forged in the deep howls of time. Hermes with a stunned disposition said: "…It's not divine ki… it's something older. He's channeling Totemic Sovereignty."
Zagora (clutching her broken sword, blood on her lip said): "No way… you weren't a warrior. You were an entire bloodline… God… damn you…" Lupus' voice echoed with layered resonance—his mortal voice beneath, the divine wolf above: "The time has come... for the old gods to learn fear." He snapped his fingers—the very sky inverted, clouds turning black as lightning shattered upward. Behind him appeared a lupine constellation, enormous, alive, and howling across the stars. Yagoth screams a spell in High Elvish: "Ⲙⲉⲧⲁⲧⲣⲓⲟⲛ: Ⲓⲁⲥⲩⲥ ⲁⲩⲱ ⲛⲁⲙⲙⲟⲛ—SEAL HIM!" A matrix of runes locked around Lupus. He smiled. Then spoke a single word in the Wolf Tongue: "ƛ̆̊ʘᵲᶒ." (Release.) The spell shattered like glass, and the rune energy turned into streaks that branded his body as weapons. Narcis (calm, analyzing): "His soul frequency just surpassed the known divine range. He's ascended… not to godhood… but to a realm beside it. A Totemic Crowned One… A Myth-kin."
(He whispers:)
"…The Wolf King is real." Ungar, about to launch his Event Horizon, hesitated. "Damn it. It's a risk now to launch the attack." Talus was confused so he asked: "What do you mean you think you'll kill Lupus." Ungar shook his head: "That's an impossibility. Lupus's devine energy will protect him. But his power will cancel out the damage that would have been inflicted on the other gods. He'll remain so unscathed but unfortunately they won't be hurt either. I'm glad Lupus will survive this, but he may have screwed up our only chance to win this once and for all and his pride won't let him step down." Talus added: "So he won't die from the event horizon?" Ungar shook his head: "Far from it. I'd be surprised if he even got a scratch from this attack." Karachi, still grinning, now intrigued and serious: "Go on then, kid. Let's see what happens when a God punches a Mythical being."
A stillness. The kind that only exists on the knife-edge between apocalypse and revelation. Above the battlefield, the celestial lupine constellation—Fenris Magna—howled silently across the inverted sky. All light bent around Lupus. His golden-furred regalia flared like a comet caught mid-roar, and his claws—no, his Fang-Cutters—formed around his hands, made of pure lunar ore. "BEHOLD THE POWER OF THE SUPREME GOD OF THIS WORLD, THE EMPEROR OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE LORD OF THE WORLDS!" Hermes narrowed her eyes. "This energy… it's rewriting causality. His mere presence is unmaking prophecy."
Ungar hovered mid-air, fists crackling with infinite density as Event Horizon reached its final state. A singularity of black-violet fire throbbed between his palms—millions of universes howled inside it. Event Horizon has the ability to absorb over 200,000,000 million universes at the minimum but potentially many more into one attack. Ungar narrowed his eyes: "If I unleash this now... the mortal side dies. But if I wait... the god side grows." But Lupus raised a hand. Not a challenge. Not a threat.
A summons. Lupus: "Release it. Let me taste the edge of creation." Karachi blinked. "He's dead serious… Does this guy have a death wish?" UNGAR SCREAMED as he threw both hands to the side and then forward:
"EVENT HORIZON—SINGULARITY OF ENDINGS!"
He hurled the condensed cosmos toward Lupus. The light of ten trillion dead stars collapsed into a single lance of annihilation. —But Lupus didn't move. The beam hit. Silence. Then… A shockwave obliterated the sound barrier across a dozen realms. Planets shattered in the distant void. Stars aged and died in seconds or in a shorter fraction of time. The battlefield was replaced by a void-plain of light and darkness, colliding, swirling, distorting reality itself. But in the center of it all… stood Lupus. Unharmed. Unbowed. The Wolf King opened his mouth… and howled. It wasn't a sound. It was a command. Like a command from the Almighty. And the universe obeyed and bowed to His will. The Event Horizon was sucked backwards—into Lupus himself, devoured by a vortex of totemic law. In its place, a glyph appeared in the sky, carved by the stars: "Zα̴θλ" — The Right of the Apex. Zargoth dropped to a knee, sweat pouring down his temple. Zagora backed away. Yemina bit her lip. Even Karachi finally lowered his staff. Karachi quietly said: "I've never seen it. Not even among the Celestial Brotherhood. That's a Primal Law. That's above the gods. Far above them all. What is he some kind of monster?" Lupus took a step forward. His voice was thunder through velvet.
Lupus:
"I am not a god. I am not a demon.
I am the memory of instinct. The scream of kin.
I am the howl that was first heard when the stars were still afraid of the dark. When this universe was born billions of years before today I was already beyond ancient, I am nothing less than a marvel.
I am the King. Of Wolves. Of War. Of Will. No have submission to me, for I might as well be your Creator." With one motion—he raised his hand. The ground rose to meet him. A divine altar formed beneath his feet, assembled by time itself. Behind him, the Lupine Constellation grew limbs… and descended—a celestial avatar made flesh. The gods of the Apollonian Offshoot, once smug and invincible, now looked like children before a storm. Zargoth stood, snarling: "Even if you're a Myth-Kin—you're alone." Lupus slowly raised his hand again—this time a crescent flare lit the horizon. The Lupine Royal Banner unfurled across the skies. And from distant battlefields, ravines, ancient forests, and even forgotten star-prisons—they came. The Wolf Tribes.
Ancient warriors, some still spectral, others in bone armor, claws made of obsidian and starlight. They had felt the call. And they answered. Narcis whispered, amazed:
"…He's not alone. He's never been. That's why the Myth-Kin were feared. Their awakening calls not armies... but legacies." Ungar, shocked and shaken, looked to Talus. "I'm ending the battle here. This has become something else now. It's no longer a war of rebellion… it's a rite of ascension. Lupus cannot have dominion over this world." Hermes, now smiling faintly, turned toward Yagoth and the remaining gods.
"Well? Still think this was a 'show of force?' Or do you finally get it? Maybe we're not so weak after all." Yagoth's eyes burned with rage—but also fear.
Yemina raised her staff, whitefire swirling again, trying to stabilize her breath. Zagora screamed and charged, pure desperation in every swing. But Lupus was already there. One paw—yes, it was no longer a hand, but a luminous wolf's paw—intercepted the strike and crushed her blade into stardust. She screamed. He howled. But in an instant a powerful energy was felt which brought even Lupus to his knees. It appeared in a flash, it was a young woman, wearing a Chinese style dress, Chinese and Asian in appearance with two buns of hair in her jet-black hair, with a staff behind her and wielding two short Katanas. Lupus was dumbstruck all he could think: "Is this some kind of joke. Perhaps there is a God and all he seeks to do is mock me. I don't have to fight such a being to know I'm outclassed. Who the hell is this girl?" Yagoth and the others dropped to their knees. "Lord Lin Lin, what is it that you ask of us?" Lin Lin replied: "It's been some time Ungar." Ungar laughed: "Well it looks like by the grace of the Universe we've been spared." Talus looked over at his with his evil looking grin even though his soul was pure and good at this point, "You know this girl?" Ungar replied: "Of course, this is my daughter, Lin Lin." In an instant everyone at once among Hermes and her allies besides Ungar and Narcis Martreya: Hermes, Lupus, Talus, Kazan, Mark, Ebisu, Yadala, Mamara, Jellal Alibaba, Nelly, Kanji, and any others shouted in unison: "YOUR DAUGHTER???!!!"