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Chapter 8

Third Person’s Point of View

She saw Arber again after many years. But she doesn’t feel anything and regrets her feelings towards Arber.

The two goddesses, Hemera and Agathodaemon, stood on either side of the grand temple, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. One was the goddess of light, her radiant form shimmering with golden light.

The other was the goddess of darkness, Asclepius, her shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. They had been locked in an eternal struggle for dominance over the mortal realm, and now they were about to engage in their longest and most epic battle yet.

Without warning, the goddess of darkness lunged forward, her twin blades flashing in the sun as they sliced through the air. The goddess of light countered with a wave of her hand, sending a beam of pure energy hurtling towards her enemy.

The dark goddess dodged the attack with fluid grace, her blades carving through the air as she spun and darted around her opponent.

For hours, they fought, their fierce battle tearing through the temple and sending waves of power radiating outward.

The very ground shook beneath their feet, and the air crackled with electricity as they unleashed their full fury upon one another.

As the sun began to set, the two goddesses were still locked in a brutal stalemate.

Both were bleeding from countless wounds, their divine essences seeping from their battered forms. But still they fought on, their unwavering determination driving them to continue the fight long into the night.

When the first rays of dawn began to light up

"We need back up; don’t let your emotion be your biggest nightmare." Hemera uses her wings to be flown down by Asclepius.

"That Arber is not your lover; he is an impostor. The Arber knows our weakness," Hemera added again, showing what an impostor really is.

"How did you know all of that?"

"Our father told me in my dreams," she answers.

"A message dream,"

"Of course, and I will prove that to you." God Hemera beat her right hand on the air and pointed to the Arber, who saved her life for Asclepius.

"I thought we could give such power to them; who is God who granted them that kind of imitator?"

"God Metaia is my father," Hemera answers.

Asclepius saw the impostor’s changing faces. Anyone can imitate Arber; that’s what God Metaia granted them.

"Why did Metaia give them such power?"

"I don’t know, but you should talk to him after this battle." Hemera flew away and fought another bunch of Askar in the air.

Asclepius, Hemera, Agathodaemon, and Hesperus seriously fight in the kingdom to defeat Askar and Red Smoke. They had a lot of problems against the Askar. Because it never dies, and they are multiplying even more.

They've been battling the Askar hekadas for seven days.

No one wants to eat.

No rest.

The fight between Askar and the goddesses continues.

Agathodaemon has a big wound on her left thigh, but she is ready to give her life for the peace of Krea. She holds a diamond arrow and wears a golden shield. With her powerful magic.

Hemera continues to fight for the sake of the fairies and other creatures within the Krea.

"Don’t give up; well, get through this too," said Asclepius to her siblings.

"Until last breath we will fight," fairies shouted, and gods smile and fight again.

The fight between Askar and the goddesses continues.

But Hesperus seriously fights the other red smoke.

He even flew and rode on a huge rock burning with the anger of God. He lifted the huge stone with his two hands. Using his strength, he destroyed a little of his clothes near his armpit.

He even pulled back to shoot.

He made the stone even hotter, like lava in a volcano.

He then threw it at several Askars. He rushed as he took the three Askars on his back. He flew it into the sky and knocked the three Askars down the hall. With its power, the three Askar entered the golden corridor.

Three Askar are dead, but twelve more have replaced them.

The battle raged on for what seemed like months, with the goddesses wielding their immense power and unleashing devastating attacks upon their foes.

As the Krea shook and the sky turned dark with smoke and fire, the battlefield was littered with the wreckage of fallen warriors and shattered weapons.

As Agathodaemon threw her spear, it sliced through the air like a bolt of lightning and impaled several enemies at once. Her shield protected her from the incoming arrows as she held her ground against a group of hulking giants.

Meanwhile, Asclepius danced through the forest, her bowstring singing as she picked off enemy soldiers one by one. Her arrows never missed their mark, and her deadly accuracy made her a feared adversary on the field of battle.

Hemra, though not a warrior in the traditional sense, used her charms to sway the hearts of those around her.

Her beauty was irresistible, and she effortlessly commanded the attention of anyone who crossed her path. With a flick of her wrist, she could turn even the most hardened enemies to her side.

As the fight wore on, the goddesses began to show signs of weariness. Hesperus shield was starting to crack, and Asclepius had suffered several injuries.

The once-impenetrable force of the goddesses began to falter, and it seemed as though they might be defeated by sheer numbers alone.

But then, amid the chaos, came the sound of a mighty trumpet. It was the signal the goddesses had been waiting for—reinforcements had finally arrived.

With renewed vigor, they surged forward, their swords flashing in the sunlight as they launched a final assault on their enemies.

When the dust settled, the battlefield was strewn with the broken and battered bodies of the fallen. The goddesses stood victorious, but not without great cost.

Their once-glowing skin was now marred with bruises and cuts, and their hair was wild and tangled from the violence of the fight.

Yet even in their damaged state, they remained strong and unbroken, a testament to the power and resilience of these fierce deities.

One by one, they looked at Hesperus.

Their eyes widened as Asclepius looked to see where the dagger was coming from that would strike the fifth deity’s left eye.

Hesperus was about to face them when they called his name.

"At your back!" Asclepius shouted at Hesperus. But Hesperus didn’t hear anything.

Askar made loud noises to distract the god Hesperus.

"Hemera, listen to me." Asclepius held her sister Hemera by the shoulder. Because Hemera is still panicking.

"You need to calm down yourself." Asclepius worried about Hemera.

When someone was near them, two Askar Asclepius immediately clenched his hand to kill Askar.

Then she looked at her sister.

"Go and save our eldest brother," Asclepius commanded her sister Hemera. She nodded after that.

Asclepius smiled at her and suddenly removed himself later. Askar wounds the god Asclepius at her back. Thick blood dripped quickly from her mouth.

All of Hesperus siblings rushed to where he was, but the big Askars stopped them. When they saw what Asclepius had done. The god Asclepius fell to the ground when she was stabbed in the back by two Askars.

"No, Asclepius," Hemera said, covering her mouth in shock when she saw Ilra's condition.

"It can’t be," Agathodaemon cried, but Askar trapped her to not come over her sister.

The sky was dark, and thunder rumbled in the distance as the goddesses gathered on a grassy hilltop. Their faces were twisted in pain and sorrow as they watched the battlefield below.

Their warriors, fighting bravely against the Askar, were outnumbered and outmatched. The goddesses knew it was only a matter of time before their guardians would be defeated.

Suddenly, a cry pierced the air as one of the goddesses fell to the ground, a sword embedded in her chest. The others gasped in horror as they recognized her as one of their own.

The enemy laughed cruelly and closed in on the fallen goddess, determined to finish the job. But the other goddesses rallied around her, forming a protective circle.

The wounded goddess lay on the ground, her breath coming in short gasps. Tears streamed down her face as she realized this was the end.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to her sisters. "I failed you."

But the others did not let her go so easily. They fought fiercely, unleashing their powers and divine strength against the enemy. The battle raged on for what felt like

"You will pay for this," Agathodaemon warned Askar.

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