A massive spherical boulder floated high in the sky, backed by the sun, its outline wrapped in a halo of light.
After coughing up a few ounces of blood, Russell sat and waited for the next god bearing an authority to come provoke him. Though it was unlikely, if he did nothing, the chance of someone coming to challenge him was zero. If he did something, it would rise above zero.
From a mathematical perspective, that was far more significant than going from one to a hundred.
On the surface, the Planetary Devastation technique created a black gravitational core that forcibly attracted surrounding objects over a wide area, trapping and crushing enemies.
In truth, Planetary Devastation was a sealing technique. Ignoring its flashy side, it was basically the same as putting an elephant in a refrigerator.
Russell raised a hand and tapped the bottom of the rocky sphere with his fingertip. The enormous ball trembled slightly, then slowly rose higher into the sky. Its speed steadily increased until it finally shot beyond the heavens with a howl.
Tonight, the world would see Ares's radiance.
The battle came to an end. A contract flew down from the peak of Mount Olympus and landed directly before Russell. It scattered in the wind, lifting his restraints and, incidentally, sending the authority of "war" into his body.
There were several Gods of War on Mount Olympus, and each represented something different. The most famous were Ares and Athena.
One represented bloodthirsty war, an aggressor symbolizing bloody slaughter. The other represented defensive war, symbolizing strategy and victory, never launching unjust wars of aggression.
Though both were Gods of War, the difference between them was obvious, and they stood in strict opposition.
Ares should have thanked Russell. Since the conflict had shifted onto Russell, Ares, having