Martial God Gamer

Ankhara tightened her grip on her staff, her knuckles turning white. She had faced Meskenet countless times before, but this battle felt different.

The stakes were higher, and the fate of the many realms seemed to hang in the balance.

Meskenet raised her sword, ready to strike, as the two ancient deities locked eyes, a clash of wills and powers on the horizon.

The air crackled with tension, and the gods and their allies held their breath, waiting for the inevitable clash between the forces of life and death.

"You will die for me, Ankhara!"

Meskenet hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Ankhara stood tall, her white robes billowing in the wind as she calmly responded,

"I will not let darkness consume the realms any longer. It ends here, Meskenet."

The two then charged at each other with a force that shook the very ground beneath them. Sparks flew as their powers collided, creating a dazzling display of light and darkness.

Meskenet, as she had said before. She had now become stronger. And Ankhara might not be her opponent anymore.

As the battle raged on, Meskenet's newfound strength became evident. The power surging through her veins was overwhelming, and it seemed that Ankhara might no longer be a match for her formidable enemy.

"You become powerful, but it consumes your existence, Meskenet. You are going to be erased, never to be reborn ever again."

Ankhara's voice was filled with a mix of concern and warning. Meskenet's eyes narrowed, determination burning in her gaze.

She had come too far to let fear hold her back now. With a defiant smile, she responded,

"Perhaps, but I'd rather be erased than live alone. I will kill that bastard dragon!"

Meskenet's words sent shivers down Ankhara's spine. The weight of her unrelenting resolve was real, and Ankhara when she heard that, couldn't help but think that there must be something wrong with her husband.

"What happened to Aubis?"

Ankhara asked. Meskenet's expression hardened, her grip on her weapon tightening. She took a deep breath before answering,

"Aubis was erased out of existence by that dragon. I won't rest until I make that monster pay."

Ankhara's heart sank at the mention of Aubis's fate. She couldn't fathom the pain and loss Meskenet must have endured. But she also thought that this might be the work of the fate weaver, as Meskenet and her husband had done many wrong things in the past.

Ankhara shook her head and pushed those thoughts aside. She knew that now was not the time for that. Meskenet needed to be stopped from causing any more destruction, and Ankhara was determined to be the one to do it.

"I can't let you cause anymore destruction. I will do whatever it takes to protect innocent lives."

Ankhara declared, her voice filled with resoluteness. She took a deep breath, readying herself. She knew that she wouldn't be able to win. But at least she could buy some time for everyone to escape.

"Then you will be one of many that will fall before my feet!"

Meskenet sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice. She then started to attack her again.

She swung her sword with deadly precision. Ankhara dodged and parried as best she could. With each clash of their weapons, the ground shook beneath them, echoing the intensity of their battle.

Ankhara was pushed back by Meskenet's relentless assault, her muscles straining with the effort to defend herself.

She was slowly but surely losing to Meskenet's superior skill and strength. Ankhara knew that she would be defeated by her in a matter of minutes.

'She is too strong. I am going to die by her hand in the next move.'

Ankhara accepted her fate. She would die here at the hands of Meskenet, her old friend and rival. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and thought back to when she was just a lowly god.

She remembered the days when they trained together, pushing each other to their limits. Meskenet was always a formidable opponent, but Ankhara had never imagined that their rivalry would lead to this deadly confrontation.

'I really miss your old self, Meskenet. I hate those who make you become like this.'

"You are too careless. To close your eye in front of an enemy like me. It looks like you are not worthy to be killed by me."

Ankhara thought that she would be killed, but Meskenet just slapped her away. Ankhara's body hit the ground with a thud, her mind attempting to understand what had just happened.

She refused to kill her. Meskenet's unexpected act of sparing Ankhara's life left her perplexed.

Meskenet's mercy towards Ankhara contradicted her current ruthless self. It was as if a glimmer of compassion had momentarily overshadowed her merciless demeanor.

"Go back to your realm, you worthless god. I am going to destroy these realms, and you can't stop me with your punny strength."

Meskenet then cut the space and pulled her from afar. She then shoved her inside the crack in the fabric of reality, sending her back to where she should be.

"No! Meskenet, please stop your anger! You still can-"

Meskenet refused to listen. She then sealed the crack, ensuring that she could not return.

She then looked at her army. Every god and goddess in this realm had escaped. She just took a single look before turning away. There were still many realms that needed to be destroyed. She could careless about this realm.

Meskenet's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as she contemplated the chaos and destruction that awaited her next targets. With a wicked smile, she commanded her army to move forward, leaving behind the realm she had just abandoned without a second thought.

The path of devastation and ruin lay ahead, and Meskenet was determined to conquer them all.

"Wait for me, you bastard dragon. I will kill you with everything I have!"

Meskenet's voice echoed with venom. She might show mercy to Ankhara, her old friend. But that's just a one time thing. and not something she would allow herself to do again.

Meskenet moved with her army. Her destination was set at the place where the bastard dragon had made its lair.

"I will destroy everything. Your realm, Your family, Your loved ones!"