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The twilight of the realm pulsed softly, purple and white clouds unmoving above an army of shadows.
Raven stood beside Arthur, her cloak fluttering though there was no wind.
She folded her arms, eyes lingering on the endless ranks of shadow soldiers on the titanic figures half-lost to the horizon, on banners of living darkness that bore no sigil.
"…This kind of power," she said quietly, "could corrupts men. Gods included."
Arthur laughed. Amused.
"I think so as well."
Raven turned her head toward him. "You'd be surprised how many would trade their souls for a fraction of this."
Arthur crossed his arms, violet light flickering faintly in his eyes. "I think I already got rid of a person like that some time ago."
She studied him, searching for irony. Finding none.
"But seriously," she continued, tone sharpening, "are you not satisfied with the numbers you have right now?"
Arthur didn't answer immediately.
He looked out across his world.
Across the infinite darkness that bent to his will.
"They're strong," he said at last. "Disciplined. Loyal. But yes, it's not enough."
Raven frowned. "Enough for what?"
"For what's coming."
He gestured outward not at the shadows, but at something far beyond them.
"There are threats out there," Arthur said. "Great ones. Beings that don't play at hero or villain. Entities that don't care about worlds unless they're stepping stones."
His voice lowered.
"Even as I am now… some of them would be a serious challenge."
Raven's brow furrowed. "You're talking like someone who's seen the board from above."
"There's a balance," he continued, "and it doesn't mean good versus evil. It's hard to explain but there are beings who exist to break it, some by design, others by choice."
He glanced at her.
"I'm one of them."
Raven inhaled slowly. "You're saying you'll break this balance first."
"Yes."
She stared at him. "…Did you gain some sort of cosmic awareness while you were gone?"
Arthur scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile cutting against the ominous glow in his eyes. "Something like that."
Then his expression softened, just a little.
"Now do you understand what I meant when I said the problem of Olympus, gods and all are just a speck in this great universe?"
Raven exhaled. "Kind of."
Above them, a golden blur hovered.
Kara floated upside down in midair, hands behind her head. "Soo… I know this place is super cool and all, and it sounds like an amazing place to throw a party.. but uh…"
She righted herself. "How do we leave?"
Arthur looked at her, amused. "This place can be whatever I want it to be. It's a canvas."
He spread his hands slightly.
"I'm the painter."
Kara's eyes lit up. "So if I get bored.."
"I can summon anything."
She grinned. "Great! how about.."
"I have an idea," Raven said suddenly.
She leaned in, whispering something into Arthur's ear.
His lips twitched.
Then he smiled slow, mischievous.
"Right."
Arthur raised one hand toward the unmoving twilight sky.
The shadows recoiled.
The sky
burned.
A red sun tore into existence overhead, vast and blazing, flooding the realm with alien light.
Kara blinked.
"…What... whoa!"
Her strength vanished instantly.
She dropped.
Arthur caught her without effort, one arm steady beneath her back.
She stared up at the crimson sun, then at him, then at Raven.
"…Very funny."
Raven smiled faintly. "You can drink now if you want."
Kara groaned, then sighed. "As tempting as that is… I want to help find Diana. We've already wasted too much time."
Her voice softened. "I don't want to see a certain look on Kal's face again."
Arthur sighed. "How noble."
Still holding her, he tilted his head. "I said I'd help her. Not her entire family."
Kara smirked. "Dear outer god," she said, tapping his chest lightly. "You promised."
Raven raised a brow. "You sound like you know something."
"I do," Arthur said. "I Don't know her exact location but Olympus is burning as we speak."
Both women stiffened.
"There's a battle underway. A serious one. Diana is either out of sight or captured, but she's alive. That much I can guarantee."
Raven nodded sharply. "Good. Then do you know how to get there? We should alert the League they can also help."
"No need," Arthur replied. "There are gateways scattered across the world but they're unnecessary now."
Kara perked up. "Why?"
"Because I can tear a hole in reality and open dimensional portals with a simple thought."
"Not sure I understand that but…That's cool," Kara said immediately. "Can we go now?"
Arthur huffed. "Impatient girl."
Nearby, George who had somehow seated himself upon a conjured obsidian bench, rose gracefully. He had been conversing calmly with several towering shadow demons, who bowed politely as he turned.
"There is," George said thoughtfully, "a certain appeal to this place, Master Arthur. Most impressive. Though I must confess, I do prefer the estate's atmosphere."
Kara stared at him. "You were just… talking to them."
George adjusted his cuffs. "Quite civil fellows, actually."
Arthur laughed.
A real one.
"Right," he said. "Going back. Now."
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The world snapped back into place.
Light returned first warm, familiar, filtering through the tall windows of Arthur's estate.The soft crackle of the hearth. The subtle scent of polished stone and old books.
George exhaled the moment his shoes touched the floor.
He moved to his chair and sat, Dexter the cat leapt up immediately, curling into his lap as though nothing extraordinary had just occurred.
George rested a hand on the cat's back, stroking once before speaking.
"…Significantly better."
Arthur glanced at him. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Indeed, sir," George replied smoothly. "While the… eternal twilight was most enlightening, I find that gravity, tea, and a roof I recognize do wonders for the nerves."
Dexter purred in firm agreement.
Kara rolled her shoulders, energy already coiling beneath her skin. "We should get going, Arthur."
Raven nodded once, the humor from moments ago had drained away.
Arthur studied them for a moment.
Then he inclined his head. "Very well, I'll not waste time then."
He lifted one hand.
The air in front of him shuddered.
And something tore.
Reality stretched like fabric, color draining from the center of the space as a jagged seam of darkness appeared. Violet light, crawling along its edges. The tear widened.
On the other side
Fire.
Storms.
Broken marble drifting in a sky split by lightning and ash.
The scent of ozone and divine ruin poured into the room.
Arthur's eyes glowed fully now, a deep, sovereign violet as the portal stabilized beneath his will.
"Follow me," he said calmly. "Beyond this is Olympus."
He stepped closer, the shadows around his body becoming restless.
"Stay alert," Arthur added, voice firm. "It's very chaotic on the other side."
Raven's cloak fluttered, magic already responding to the pressure spilling through the tear. Kara clenched her fists, eyes locked on the burning heavens beyond.
George rose smoothly, adjusting his jacket, Dexter still perched comfortably in his arms.
"Well then," he said with composure, "Do try not to let the gods drop anything heavy on the furniture, sir."
Arthur smiled faintly. "Don't worry George, the moment I enter this tear will be gone."
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OLYMPUS -
Olympus was burning. Marble spires that had stood since the first dawn of worship cracked and collapsed, entire colonnades reduced to drifting rubble suspended in storm-wracked air. Shattered plazas, and the sky itself seemed wounded, torn open by endless thunderheads churning with divine lightning.
And at the heart of it all.
One figure stood alone in the heavens above the peak of Mount Olympus.
The Firstborn.
He hovered effortlessly, boots inches above the fractured summit. A dark, oppressive aura was radiating from him, resentment in physical form. It bled outward in slow, rolling waves, warping the air, crushing weaker beings to their knees without him even looking at them.
All around him, they came.
Gods. Demi-gods. Constructs of divine will. Beasts. Ancient guardians with wings of bronze and eyes of fire. Olympian soldiers clad in radiant armor, screaming prayers as they charged.
None of it mattered.
A fire-breathing colossus lunged first, jaws wide enough to swallow a temple.
The Firstborn flicked two fingers.
The creature froze mid-roar then imploded, its divine core crushed inward.
A spear of pure light followed.
The Firstborn caught it barehanded.
For a moment, the weapon resisted then snapped like glass. He released the fragments, watching them fall with visible boredom.
"Is this what you've been reduced to?" he muttered, voice carrying across the battlefield without effort. "Throwing lessers and prayers at a problem you created?"
A chorus of rage answered him.
Power surged.
The sky darkened further as lightning gathered, real lightning, not conjured storms, but the wrath of Olympus itself. Thunder boomed so violently that mountains in the distance split apart.
The Firstborn slowly raised his head.
Above him, the clouds spiraled, forming a vast, luminous vortex. A presence pressed down on the world ancient and absolute.
He smiled.
"Father," he called out, spreading his arms wide as if welcoming judgment.
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