[An Hour Later.]
The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of clashing powers, a brutal dance of attrition where neither side yielded. Each gods or Titans fought with desperate abandon, their bodies bearing the marks of countless near misses and glancing blows. Injuries were mounting on both sides, yet miraculously, no life had been extinguished.
Lepetus remained seated on his dark throne, his posture exuding an air of profound boredom as he surveyed the raging conflict.
*****Hmm... These mortals and lesser gods are surprisingly resilient. And what in the abyss is keeping the Supreme Queen?*****
***Why don't you just eliminate some of them yourself? Start with that persistent human.*** Gaea suggested, her gaze fixed on Jennifer, who was locked in a fierce struggle against the owl alongside Shenras.
*****Hmm... Why would the Queen concern herself with a mere human?***** Lepetus mused aloud, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
