On the lead warship, a young man with a sword at his waist and a bow slung across his back rushed to the prow. He had golden hair, a handsome, masculine face, and eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. A crown woven from osmanthus blossoms rested atop his head.
The crowned youth fixed a resolute gaze on the bronze-colored wall.
He took down his longbow, nocked a golden arrow, and slowly drew the string. The muscles in his right arm swelled, hard as granite.
Golden light gathered at the arrowhead, growing brighter and brighter.
"Whoosh!"
The golden light shot forth and struck the bronze barrier.
There was no imagined explosion, nor any exaggerated shockwave. The bronze barrier melted away amid the sudden burst of golden radiance.
The arrow did not lose momentum and pierced through Moneya's chest.
The goddess clutched her bleeding chest and staggered backward.
The golden-haired youth lowered his longbow, drew his straight sword, and shouted:
"I am the Left Priest of the God of Light. By order of the High Priest, I have come to conquer Paphos Island."
With that, he leaped high into the air and brought his sword down in a jumping slash at Goddess Moneya, a hundred meters away. Blinding golden light erupted from the plain longsword.
Goddess Moneya raised her shield to meet the descending strike.
The collision of sword and shield was like a terrifying explosion, shaking the buildings around the castle and cracking their walls.
The two launched into a fierce close-quarters battle.
"Rumble..."
Amid the deafening roar of water, a colossal wave hundreds of meters high rose from behind the rocky cliffs and surged toward the castle. At its crest stood Goddess Cynthia, with short dark-blue hair, a steel trident in hand, and a voluptuous figure.
Riding the gigantic