Authors Note;
So I will explainig the two characters here clearly and give you an overview of their staus.
Thyrios — Lesser God (Lesser Concept, Conceptual Refinement)
Concept Name:
Edict of Dominion
Tier: Lesser Concept
Mastery Level: Conceptual Refinement
What it Represents:
Authority through command. The divine right to order, suppress, and impose hierarchy. Not absolute rule—more like enforced superiority.
What It Can Do (at Refinement):
Suppress weaker wills
Force submission through divine pressure
Weaken opponents by asserting "rank"
Amplify his own attacks against those he deems "lesser"
Leonidas — Mortal King (Fragment Concept, Conceptual Transcendence)
Concept Name:
Unbroken Will of Man
Tier: Fragment
Mastery Level: Conceptual Transcendence
What It Represents:
The refusal to kneel. The idea that will itself can rival divinity when perfected. Not domination. Not authority. Endurance and defiance made absolute.
What It Can Do (at Transcendence):
Completely nullifies imposed hierarchy
Allows a mortal body to act beyond natural limits
Converts resolve into raw force
Enables impossible feats (sky combat, god‑level clashes)
Grows stronger the more overwhelming the opponent is
Note;"If this method of concept assignment doesn't work for you, I'm open to any suggestions you may have."
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The moment Leonidas stepped forward, the world shifted.
Thyrios felt it instantly.
Not divine pressure.
Resistance.
The king rolled his shoulders once, slow and deliberate, as if loosening before a spar. His gaze never left Thyrios.
"Take it somewhere else," Leonidas said calmly.
Thyrios sneered. "You don't get to..."
Leonidas moved.
The ground exploded beneath his feet.
Stone shattered outward as Leonidas launched skyward, a sonic boom tearing through the courtyard. Wind screamed in his wake as he vanished into the clouds above Sparta.
Thyrios froze.
For the briefest instant, his mind rejected what his eyes were seeing.
No divine aura.
No wings.
No spell.
Just a man ascending into the heavens through sheer force.
"…What," Thyrios muttered.
Then rage took hold.
"You insolent...."
Divinity erupted from Thyrios' body as he shot upward in pursuit, lightning tearing through the clouds as the sky darkened in response to his ascent. Wind screamed, pressure mounted, and within seconds both figures broke through the storm layer high above Sparta.
Leonidas stopped first.
He stood suspended in open air, boots resting on nothing, body steady as though the sky itself had accepted him.
Thyrios arrived opposite him, golden energy flaring around his form.
"You think removing the battlefield spares them?" Thyrios sneered. "You think that makes this noble?"
"You are still a mortal." he spat.
Leonidas exhaled slowly.
"Then don't hold back or you might lose your tongue" he said.
Thyrios roared.
A crushing pressure slammed down on Leonidas as golden sigils ignited behind Thyrios. Divine authority poured outward, the sky warping under its weight.
"Kneel!" Thyrios commanded.
The clouds froze.
Leonidas' body trembled.
Veins bulged along his arms. Blood trickled from his nose.
Then
He straightened.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"No."
The pressure shattered.
The golden sigils fractured like glass, exploding into shards of light. Leonidas surged forward, fist cocked back and punched Thyrios square in the face.
The impact detonated like a meteor.
Thyrios' head snapped sideways as blood sprayed across the clouds. His body rocketed backward, tearing through the sky and splitting a storm bank in half.
He barely stopped himself, coughing violently.
Blood dripped from his mouth.
"…Impossible," he rasped.
Leonidas was already there.
A knee drove into Thyrios' stomach.
Divine blood burst outward as Thyrios gagged, eyes bulging. Leonidas followed with an elbow to the jaw, snapping Thyrios' head back again.
Thyrios screamed as he retaliated, lightning exploding from his hands.
Leonidas crossed his arms just in time
The blast sent him hurtling backward, body spinning violently. He tore through clouds, blood spraying from his mouth as bones cracked audibly.
He stopped himself mid‑air.
Coughed.
Spat blood.
Then laughed.
"Good," Leonidas said hoarsely. "Now try harder."
"My wife hits better than you do"
Thyrios' eyes were bloodshot now.
Rage drowned reason.
Divinity surged uncontrollably.
"I will fucking kill you!" Thyrios bellowed.
He vanished.
Reappeared behind Leonidas.
A divine spear of light formed in his hand and impaled Leonidas through the shoulder, bursting out the other side in a spray of blood.
Leonidas grunted, teeth clenched.
Thyrios twisted the spear viciously.
Leonidas roared.
Then grabbed it.
Bare‑handed.
His grip tightened.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the divine construct.
"What ..." Thyrios began.
Leonidas ripped it free and headbutted him.
The shockwave split the clouds open completely, revealing clear sky beyond. Thunder echoed across Sparta far below.
Thyrios flew backward again, body tumbling, blood trailing behind him like rain.
Leonidas chased.
Fist after fist.
Each strike shattered the air, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Thyrios blocked some. Dodged others.
But every exchange favored the man.
Because Leonidas wasn't fighting to win.
He was fighting to end it.
Thyrios screamed as Leonidas drove a punch into his chest, caving it inward. Divine blood poured freely now, staining the sky gold.
Thyrios gasped, body shaking.
"How?" he choked.
Leonidas grabbed him by the throat.
Lifted him effortlessly.
"So much for a god"
The already broken Thyrios could only choke on his own blood.
"You came looking for fate," Leonidas said quietly, eyes burning. "It seemed fate came looking for you instead."
He hurled Thyrios downward.
A sonic boom echoing out loud.
The god plummeted like a falling star.
Leonidas followed.
Faster.
Stronger.
Unbroken.
Thyrios fell.
The wind tore at him as the city rushed up too fast, too violently. His body spun end over end, divine blood ripping free from his wounds and scattering like molten gold through the air. He tried to right himself, tried to call power, to slow his descent—but pain disrupted his focus.
This shouldn't be happening.
Above him, Leonidas descended like judgment.
The king caught up in seconds.
Their collision detonated the sky.
A shockwave tore outward, clouds shredding apart as Leonidas slammed Thyrios downward with both hands, driving him faster. The god screamed as they broke through the lower cloud layer, the ground now clearly visible beneath them.
Thyrios finally managed to twist, barely, forcing separation at the last moment. Leonidas streaked past him, crashing into open air and stopping himself just above the city.
Thyrios hit next.
The impact obliterated a section of empty field outside the walls. Earth erupted upward, stone and dirt blasted sky‑high as a crater formed around his broken body. The shockwave rolled outward, rattling Sparta's walls and sending dust cascading from rooftops.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Thyrios coughed.
Blood bubbled from his mouth as he tried unsuccessful to force himself upright, legs shaking, vision blurred and burning. His body mangled like a broken doll. This injury would live him decommissioned for the next week.
Worse still, his wounds weren't healing; his divinity was failing him like a frayed and broken string
Above the crater's edge, Leonidas hovered once more, bloodied, breathing hard, eyes locked onto him.
The king didn't look triumphant.
He looked… disappointed.
Thyrios felt something twist in his chest.
Not fear.
Humiliation.