The city was alive with tension. Broken streets, shattered windows, and the faint metallic tang of blood mingled with ozone from the supernatural energies that now coursed through every block. From the Valente Tower, Ethan Cross surveyed the battlefield with golden eyes that reflected both urban decay and mythic fire. The Immortals had withdrawn… temporarily. But their retreat was not surrender — it was a promise. Ava joined him silently, her coat whipping in the wind. “Ethan… this isn’t just war anymore. They’re coordinating now. Titans, shadows, syndicates… all of them moving as one.” He nodded, voice low, but carrying the weight of inevitability. “Yes. This is the Eternal Reckoning. Every force I’ve encountered, every challenge, is converging. And I… will be the final arbiter.” The hum within him surged, golden light spreading like molten fire over the city streets. He could feel the pulse of the city, its heartbeat syncing with his own, every building, every shadow, every living

Dawn bled through the fractured skyline, casting long shadows over streets scarred by the battles of the past days. Ethan Cross stood atop the remains of the Valente Tower, golden eyes scanning the horizon, sensing the tremors that heralded the arrival of something older, something far more disciplined than the Warbound.“They’re coming,” Ava murmured beside him, hand resting on her weapon. “Stronger than anything we’ve faced… more coordinated. I can feel it — a presence that commands, not just attacks.”Ethan’s gaze sharpened. “Yes. This is the first of the Warlords — leaders of forces that defy human comprehension. They are not simply warriors; they are commanders, strategists, beings who have waged wars that lasted centuries. Their arrival is not an attack; it is a trial. And I… will not fail it.”A low hum thrummed in the air, resonating through concrete and steel. The city itself seemed to bend subtly in response to the energy. From the far north, a figure emerged: towering, clad

The city trembled under the weight of the approaching storm. The events of the Siege of the Ancient had sent shockwaves across the mortal and mythic realms alike. News traveled fast, not in words, but in tremors, in shadows, in the subtle hum of energy that flowed through the veins of the world.Ethan Cross stood on the rooftop of what remained of the Valente Tower, golden aura radiating outward. The hum inside him thrummed like a living drum, resonating with every street, building, and shadow of the city. He knew they were coming. Not one, not two, but an assembly of forces older than history — Titans, Warbound, Immortals — gathered to form a Conclave. A council of power, a league of warlords who would test his mastery as never before.“They’re coming,” Ava said quietly, her hand resting on Ethan’s shoulder. Her voice carried awe tinged with dread. “The Conclave… it’s unlike anything we’ve faced. Hundreds, maybe thousands of warlords, all moving as one. They’ve seen you, and now… the

There was a precarious silence everywhere, a fragile calm before the storm of an unparalleled battle. Ethan Cross stood at the apex of the Valente Tower, golden aura flaring like molten sunlight, shadows coiling around him with the loyalty of soldiers who had never faltered. The Primordials had awakened fully, and their approach radiated power that threatened to unravel the fabric of the mortal and mythic worlds alike.“They’re here,” Ava whispered, voice taut with a mixture of fear and reverence. Her eyes swept across the skyline, tracing colossal forms that moved with deliberate, unyielding precision. “The full force… all of them. I can feel it — every ancient breath, every strategy that predates civilization. They’ve come for the God of War.”Ethan’s gaze hardened. Golden light reflected off the shattered glass and twisted steel around him, illuminating the city in a surreal, almost divine glow. “Let them come. They test me, but I am more than a man. I am war incarnate. Every move

The skyline of the city shuddered under an unnatural gravity. Shadows twisted unnervingly across the streets, and golden light from Ethan Cross pulsed like a heartbeat across the rubble-strewn avenues. The Pantheon had withdrawn, but their retreat was not defeat—it was a warning. Beyond their ranks, forces older than the universe itself stirred. The Reckoning of Divinity had begun.“They’re coming,” Ava whispered, her voice tight with both fear and awe. Her eyes scanned the horizon, tracing vast forms, luminous and terrifying, descending from the very fabric of existence. “Not just gods… not just Primordials… these are beings older than the cosmos. They’ve sensed your mastery, Ethan. They’ve come to challenge it… to test the God of War incarnate.”Ethan’s golden eyes burned brighter, shadows coiling like living serpents at his feet. “Let them come. Every being that rises against me has already been accounted for. Power alone cannot dictate victory. Strategy, consequence, and mastery o