The dry vacuum at the bottom of the Sea of Screaming Mercury was utterly silent. The sheer atmospheric pressure of the standoff completely erased the concept of sound.
On one side stood the newly crowned God of Hell. Neo floated with his bottomless dark matter eyes fixed forward, holding a massive blade that pulsed with the light of creation and the void of absolute destruction.
Behind him, the ten elite generals of the Zenith Empire formed a flawless defensive perimeter, their plasma weapons humming with maximum output.
Flanking Neo were the two colossal Twin Ancestors, Godking Eragon and Godking Drogon, their massive draconic bodies radiating enough raw power to casually shatter a solar system.
On the other side hovered the three Wardens of Eternity. They were Prime Deities sent directly from the Pantheon Hall. Their armor burned with the light of condensed supernovas.
