Fall of the Gods: Triumph of the Hero over the God

The silence in the arena was palpable as everyone's eyes were fixed on Mortis and Valric. The two warriors faced each other, their presences filling the room. Valric, the mighty god of war, held his broad spear tightly in his hand. On the other side stood Mortis, the human hero, with his deadly scythe.

The crackle of tension could be felt everywhere as the two prepared for the coming battle. Valric raised his spear, and the tip gleamed in the light. Mortis clutched the handle of his scythe tightly, the cold steel almost seeming to melt into his will. The onlookers barely breathed as the moment of truth approached.

Valric broke the silence and attacked. His spear cut the air in a mighty blow that carried the energy of a god. Mortis reacted with lightning speed, deftly dodging and letting the tip of the spear whiz just past him. With a quick twist of his scythe, he parried the attack and counterattacked. The sharp blade of his comrade-in-arms flew toward the god, but Valric was equally adept. He leapt back, narrowly avoiding the hit.

The battle raged in the arena. Valric used his superior strength, while Mortis used his speed and finesse. The god's spear swept through the air, but Mortis dodged the blows, rolling to the side and dodging a rain of powerful blows. The hero's scythe delivered precise cuts, but Valric parried with his spear and launched powerful counterattacks. Sparks flew with each impact, and the air was filled with steel on steel.

Mortis felt the energy of battle coursing through his veins, his senses on high alert. He could feel his strength in every blow, how he stood up to the god of war with every dodge and counter. It was a mixture of skill and instinct that kept him alive and gave him the strength to defy this superior foe.

Valric was powerful and experienced, but he noticed that the human hero was not as easy to defeat as he had expected. Mortis' movements were fluid and precise, his attacks strategically placed. The god began to realize that he should not underestimate his opponent.

The battle reached its climax when Valric unleashed a powerful whirlwind attack that sent his spear hurtling through the air like a gale force wind. Mortis saw the mortal danger and sensed the energy of the attack. He deftly dodged, letting the whirlwind pass, and took the opportunity to counterattack.

With a mighty leap, he approached the god, his scythe executing a perfect slash. Valric tried to defend himself, but the hero's attack was too fast and too precise. The sharp blade cut through the air and struck the god in the neck. A scream echoed through the arena as Valric's face was etched with surprise and pain.

The god staggered back, his hand instinctively placed to the wound on his neck. Blood oozed from between his fingers as Mortis faced his victory. But Valric did not give up. His eyes blazed with anger and determination. With a last effort, he brought his spear to a desperate attack. Mortis could not dodge in time and was caught by the force of the impact.

The world blurred before Mortis' eyes as the impact hurled him to the ground. He felt the pain in every fiber of his body, but his will remained unbroken. With the last of his strength, he straightened up, his scythe still firmly in his hand. He saw the god before him, his breathing heavy and combative.

In a last desperate attack, summoning all his remaining strength, Mortis launched an uppercut. The sharp blade cut through the air and struck Valric again. This time the cut was fatal. The god staggered, his body shook, and then he crashed to the ground. A moment of silence fell over the arena as all witnessed this epic moment.

Valric lay motionless on the arena floor, while Mortis stood breathing heavily and bleeding from exhaustion. The spectators were filled with a mixture of amazement and admiration. The human hero had defeated the mighty god. The silence was finally broken by a loud cheer as the people celebrated Mortis as their true hero.

A second passed while Valric was surrounded by a brilliant light. When the light faded, his wound was instantly healed, but a scar remained. A conscious decision to remember that day forever and to devote more time to his training again. For if he was honest with himself, he had sat back a bit and not sought the challenge for a long time. But now, after losing twice in a short time, he felt his pride gnawing at him. Especially losing to an ordinary person left its mark.

But Valric was a warrior through and through. With a friendly expression on his face, he stepped toward Mortis, raised his hand high, and roared in a voice that would echo throughout the world. His words were a call to cheer, for that day a hero had shown them that anything was possible. He called on the people to show their respect and celebrate this man who had managed to defeat a god.

The spectators in the Colosseum and around the world rose with cheers and applause. The atmosphere was electric, and the joy of Mortis' victory filled the arena. Valric's words echoed in the hearts of the people, and they celebrated this historic moment with great enthusiasm.

Mortis, the hero of the day, stood with scythe in hand, his breath panting and his body marked by the exertion of battle. His gaze was fixed firmly on Valric, and his eyes reflected the mixture of pride, exhaustion, and indefatigable will. He had achieved the almost impossible and defeated a god.

The arena was filled with a mixture of awe, joy and respect. People were celebrating not only Mortis, but also the belief in the unattainable. The scar on Valric's neck would be an eternal reminder of that day when he felt his humanity and faced Mortis' determination.

Luxia and Sabalef watched the scene with mixed emotions. Both were shocked by the results. As a dark god, Sabalef had little reason to celebrate, especially given his defeat and contemplation of the bets on the board. Luxia, on the other hand, was friends with Lumina and therefore accepted Mortis, even if she was not blind to the limitations with which her war god had struggled and ultimately lost. Nevertheless, this outcome left a bitter aftertaste.

Nevertheless, the goddess again announced the winner of the battle and assured that everyone who had participated in the betting would soon receive their winnings. However, there was an exception for the three highest stakes, for which a special consideration was still needed, since they were rarities and could not simply be doubled.

I t that moment, two pieces of paper flew into Luxia's hand. The goddess read the messages, which came from two other goddesses. The first note asked her to give the alf a potion of eternal health as thanks for her efforts, accompanied by greetings from Lumina. The second note contained a message from Calamora announcing that she would visit Mortis to make him her servant, emphasizing that she did not expect anything in return.

Luxia looked at the slips of paper in surprise and then decided to simply place the second slip of paper in Mortis' hand. She then announced what reward the alf would receive for her effort. She also explained that the other contestants' stakes would be doubled from fourth place. With these announcements, Luxia and Sabalef left the stage, but before they left, Mortis and Valric shook hands once more, a gesture of respect between warrior and hero.

Mortis and Valric returned to their seats and now turned their attention to the magical games of the girls. As the sun slowly set and the Coliseum shone in the soft light of evening, one could literally feel the energy and spirit of the day. The battle between warrior and god may be over, but the joy, hope and determination that day embodied would live on in the hearts of the people.