The heavy air felt thick with tension. I could almost feel the storm coming, both in the physical world and in the realm of gods and myths. It wasn't just the weather that was growing volatile—it was everything around me. The supernatural forces were stirring.
After the events with the fallen angel, I knew I couldn't afford to be caught off guard again. The strange, flickering glimpses of gods in my mirror had only intensified, and I couldn't ignore them any longer. My role as a Campione wasn't something I could walk away from, not anymore. It was as if fate had wrapped its chains around me, and no matter how much I struggled, I was tied to something bigger than myself.
Rias had been quiet since our last conversation. We'd all gone our separate ways after school, but the undercurrent of tension hadn't dissipated. Her words echoed in my mind: "The supernatural factions are already stirring."
I walked through the quiet halls of Kuoh Academy that evening, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. The world around me felt distant, muted, as if the very air was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
The door to the Occult Research Club creaked open, revealing the usual suspects. Rias, Akeno, Kiba, and the rest of her team were gathered around a table, looking unusually serious.
"Alex," Rias said, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. "I need you to listen closely. There are forces at play now that none of us can control. The Fallen Angels are moving, and so are others we've never dealt with before."
"Others?" I asked, stepping into the room. "Who exactly are we talking about?"
"Gods," Akeno said simply, her eyes narrowing. "Ones you've likely never heard of, but they're no less dangerous. Some are older than even the pantheons you've heard of. Their influence is spreading, and they know of you."
I felt the weight of her words settle in my chest. I had already known that something was off, but hearing it from them made it all the more real.
"They know about me?" I asked, my voice low.
"They do," Rias confirmed. "And they don't take kindly to intruders in their realms. You're a Campione now. That means you're not just a target for devils and angels—you're a target for the gods themselves."
I clenched my fists. "What do we do about it?"
"We prepare," Rias said. "We'll need all our strength. The factions are aligning, and there's a storm coming. We may not have the luxury of time."
As if on cue, a strange sensation washed over me, something like an icy chill down my spine. The mirror—the one that had once shown me glimpses of gods and their worlds—was pulsing again, more urgently than ever before.
I pulled it out of my pocket and stared at the reflections in the glass. I couldn't make sense of the images—flashes of battles, divine figures, and storms that threatened to swallow everything in their path.
"Rias, what is this?" I muttered to myself, more to the mirror than anyone else.
"The power you've taken," she said, her voice softening. "It's calling you. It's guiding you towards something. But you need to be careful. The gods won't give up easily. They'll send their champions after you. You're no longer just part of our world."
I stood there, gripping the mirror, feeling the weight of the gods' presence closing in. Their power, their anger—it was all too much to ignore. This was just the beginning.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a figure stepped into the room. His presence filled the space, the air seeming to crackle with divine energy.
It was a man, tall and clad in armor that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. His eyes burned with the intensity of a storm.
"I've come to collect what's mine," he said, his voice deep, thunderous.
Before anyone could react, he raised his hand, and the very air around us seemed to distort. A flash of light engulfed the room, and I felt my body being pulled towards him by some unseen force.
"No! Stop!" Rias shouted, but it was too late.
In an instant, I was standing outside, the landscape before me completely unfamiliar. We were no longer in Kuoh.
The man's eyes bored into mine, and I could feel the weight of his gaze, like the pressure of a thousand storms.
"I am Zeus," he said, the name reverberating through the air. "And you, Campione, are an anomaly that needs to be eliminated."
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