While Michael's marriage celebration was going on full swing, in the realm of gods, where chaos and rumors of Dagon's return swirled, a towering figure commanded attention. This godly being was Rudra, the War God, a sight to behold. Standing taller and broader than any mortal, his muscular frame exuded power and strength. His fiery red hair cascaded down his back, complementing his commanding presence.
Adorned in gleaming golden armor, Rudra's arms were protected, while his sculpted chest and well-defined abs were proudly displayed. His shoulders bore the weight of majestic lion heads, intricately crafted and attached to his shoulder plates, symbolizing his ferocity and dominance.
Atop a hill, on a bed of gold, Rudra reclined, a goblet of wine in his hand. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, casting a warm glow upon the god's features. His aura resonated with divine power, radiating an aura of authority and awe-inspiring might.
The mountaintop where Rudra found solace was strewn with fragments of stone, remnants of golems that had met their demise during his relentless training. Each shattered piece bore testament to the god's formidable strength and unwavering dedication to his craft.
In this tranquil moment, Rudra, the embodiment of war and battle, found respite. The world outside may have been plagued by chaos and rumors, but here, on his golden throne, he could bask in the glory of his own divinity.
As Rudra reveled in his pocket dimension, an intrusive light pierced through the serenity. Annoyance etched upon his features, he shook his head disapprovingly, disrupted from his cherished moment of relaxation. Gradually, the luminous glow transformed into the ethereal figure of a woman with radiant golden hair.
"Seraphine, I don't recall extending an invitation to my domain," Rudra asserted with a commanding voice that resonated like thunder.
"We have discovered the graces of the gods trapped in the mortal realm, Rudra," Seraphine disclosed, her tone carrying a mixture of astonishment and concern.
Unfazed by Seraphine's news, Rudra exhibited no emotions, except for his irritation at having his peaceful time disturbed by the Goddess of Information.
"Good for you," he retorted dismissively, reclining once more upon his opulent golden bed, deliberately averting his gaze from Seraphine.
"They were imprisoned within the temple of the God of Darkness, and Dagon has released them," Seraphine divulged. The moment Rudra heard the names 'God of Darkness' and 'Dagon,' his nonchalant facade dissipated, replaced by a flicker of excitement as he lifted his gaze to meet Seraphine's expectant eyes.
Amused, Rudra contemplated the revelation. "So, all this time, the graces were hiding right under our noses. And Dagon, how did he manage to breach our realm from the depths of hell? I can only imagine the frenzy the pantheon must be in," he mused, flexing his formidable godly muscles.
"Andohr is currently handling Dagon's presence. The pantheon requests that you ensure Dagon's swift return to the depths of hell," Seraphine conveyed, prompting a chuckle from Rudra.
"Andohr? That guy always complicates matters for the sake of appearing like a master strategist. All he does is waste time and laze around all day. Hold on a moment, you mentioned Dagon freeing the graces from the Dark God's temple. Didn't you inform me that Dagon was unable to breach our realm through the protective barrier surrounding the mortal realm?" Rudra inquired.
Seraphine sighed wearily, continuing with her explanation. "Somehow, Dagon managed to momentarily enter our realm and unleash the graces. I am now certain he is amassing his forces within the realm between. As a fallen god, Dagon possesses the ability to transcend the barrier erected by the Dark God. The only hindrance preventing his full incursion into our realm is the artifacts that bind him to hell. Andohr leads the Skyhall army against Dagon's hell walkers. However, Andohr cannot unleash his full power without leaving that damn castle."
"So, you expect me to venture into the realm between and join forces with Andohr's mortal army?" Rudra questioned, his tone dripping with disdain at the mere suggestion put forth by Seraphine.
"Let me make this clear, Rudra. Dagon is unable to escape hell until his hell walkers break the artifacts within the realm between. Andohr is confined to his castle, unable to enter the realm of gods, and we are unable to step into the mortal realm until the barrier created by the Dark God is dismantled. The pantheon desires the Dark God's current incarnation to break the remaining three seals, allowing us to breach the barrier and confront Dagon directly in hell. Do you understand?" Seraphine explained, simplifying the intricate situation.
"It seems straightforward enough. Although I'm certain the pantheon and Andohr have concocted an elaborate plan to make themselves appear as masters of the universe, pulling off intricate strategies and such," Rudra chuckled at the thought of the pantheon's machinations.
"Things are not as simple as they may appear, Rudra. Perhaps for you, the War God who charges into battle with sheer brute force and no need for elaborate plans," Seraphine remarked with a serious tone.
"I always have a plan, Seraphine. It's called power. Overwhelming power surpasses strategies any day," Rudra stated confidently, rising from his golden bed to face Seraphine.
"No matter how intricate an ant's plans may be, all it takes is a single step to crush both their plan and their life," Rudra declared confidently, causing Seraphine to sigh in resignation. She knew better than to argue with Rudra, for he had proven himself victorious time and time again against the enemies of the Pantheon. After all, he was the God of War for a reason.
"Will you venture into the realm in between?" Seraphine asked, seeking a direct answer. However, instead of responding immediately, Rudra lifted his wine glass, savoring a slow sip before continuing.
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