The two young gods where now contesting each others space for expansion, and the future for one of them did not look good. The grin shades of this not so distant future loomed over them like weights measuring in worlds.
One faith would fall weather it be the mysterious and low-key conglomeratation of tech across the globe, or the powerful magic infused forest and it's inhabitants. And the war was on.
Unknown to the PIT their network had already min infiltrated and orders where being sent out on their behalf. But not just them but also many organizations and governments the relied heavily on technology likes crutch where being used unknowingly.
One PIT team that only a few even within the PIT knew of received order to awaken and wipe the young god Clay off the face of New Jersey.
Waking up from frozen pods, these soldiers who wielded combat exsoskeletons covered in gray wrinkled tentacles, Draconic eyeballs, and many other body parts from Draconic to eldritch some even being intigrated into themselves. Reading their order, the group of six exchanged glances and commented.
"ᛏᚺᛖ ᛟᚱᛞᛖᚱ ᛋᛖᛖᛗᛋ ᛟᛞᛞ"
"(The order seems odd)"
"ᚹᚺᛟ ᚲᚨᚱᛖᛋ ᚹᛖ ᚷᛖᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᛟᚢᛏ ᛟᚠ ᛋᛚᛖᛖᛈ"
"(who cares we get to come out of sleep)"
"There work too doth forward" a more angelic looking one who had six wings of pure white and eyes of a bone chilling, sanguine red.
They marched out of their containment into the crypts of Paris, where their last mission concluded just under 300 years ago.
The giant tree that doubled as a temple to both Clay and Nirin visibly shook and swayed in fear. It could feel an ancient Evil approaching.
With his connection to the tree, Clay immediately set out to find out what it could be, his fist stop, and resident PIT officer Norman had made a call for him. After standing with Norman for more then a full twenty minutes, Norman went from calm too terrified to hysteric muttering how the world was going to end. And only regained some sense after Clay slapped him.
"So what's the big deal!" Clay said which a stone grim expression.
"The tech god you warned us of has somehow gotten into our systems and during maintenance yesterday slipped into the local system somehow for the most dangerous individuals on the planet.
Not even I knew of them sense before this, they had been asleep for 271 years sense the construction of the catocombs of Paris. They are god slayers and have inherited the powers of all which they have slayed.
With the timing of Kronos, the sky turned blood red and stars apeared in full display even cosmic radiation shining through as the only bright spot was coming from a winged individual within a group of six.
The man, who spoke a very broken and old English's voice boomed "Thy named clay join forth or adventure the safety of pesents bellow thou. Thy time hath join."
Knowing he couldn't run if they had experienced in killing gods. Clay raised himself with a simple ask to a nearby tree.
The angelic man spoke to Clay with a soft voice Wich seemed to sooth his soul even in the face of death "Thou are gentle to not run, tail tucked. Fro such pesents shall be spared thy fulsome"
The man of Draconic eyes and ash flowing behind him like hair put his hand before the angelic man and stated "ᚺᛟᛚᛞ, ᚺᛖ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚾ ᛟᚢᚱ ᛋᛁᛞᛖ."
"What doth thou mean he is on our side. He is signed by the one?" The angelic man said in confusion.
In a Cayde's office, he sat before a TV with his wife, popcorn in hand. Once he saw the man with a mane of ash he laughed so hard he started to choke before displacing the popcorn into his stomach by re-writing reality.
"Oh, now thing are interesting!"
Back on earth the man who slayed Nidhogg spoke in a deep and husky voice. "ᛗᚤ ᛚᛟᚱᛞ ᚺᚨᛋ ᛒᛚᛖᛋᛋᛖᛞ ᚺᛁᛗ, ᛏᚺᛖᚱᛖᚠᛟᚱᛖ ᚹᛖ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛁᚾ ᚺᛁᛋ ᛋᛖᚱᚡᛁᚲᛖ ᚨᛋ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚴᚾᛁᚷᚺᛏᛋ ᛟᚠ ᛗᚤ ᛚᛟᚱᛞ."
"I hast ne'r met thy lord ere. And i shan't care too for this gods perpetual wink is our mission. Mine blade next meets the fool whom granted the decree to slay this Clay."
And with these words a blade of white plasma hot as the sun yet concentrated to just the blade formed in his hand ready to slash down.
But before he could kill Clay, the slayer of Nidhogg jumped into action, pulling the the sword Balmung out of a crack in reality he countered Caliburn with a quick parry.
By now the city bellow was in panic and was quickly being deserted by the inhabitants who believed it was the end of the world.
The momentary clash of the two swords caused shock waves that tore the forest to pieces and flayed the grass from the earth.
The angelic man's wings transformed from stone too pure white feathers the light they shed irradiating the surrounding, melting the flesh of non-magical creatures into puddles of blood, and proteins.
As both sides released their powers the other four members took sides, a man golden wings and serpentine scalara, the vessel of the dead Enlil's powers engaged with a man in white robes brown hair and a white toga who had manifested his own power under a now dead god.
While the thin man with tentacles and other eldritch features just stood their and started to transform into a monster of squid like proportions and tentacles for a mouth, reality collapsing around him as he brought fourth his true form, the form he stole through the help of a necranomicon.
His transformation only stopped half way and after he had ripped the sixth member to a thousand pieces and sent them to another plane, by a swarm of seraphim eyes that shot concentrated plasma a fraction in power to caliburn at him.
About a mile below them the city had started to collapse, its buildings crumbling and all the plants that made it up shriveled and died from the the radiation, heat, and mass destruction of the earth around them.
The great Wharton forest had started to look like Helheim, a pitch black wasteland only lit up by the radiation, magic ash, and plasma flying around along side the neon green arcs of eldritch power that all arced through the sky like a firework show of death and despair.
Clay watched as every strike between the god slayers course the surrounding to light up with colors he didn't know existed and change in shape and depth.
The battle raged for minutes and by the end a head of ash covered hair rolled to the ground, its eyes gouged from the sockets and streams of blood flowing from the them.
The head landed next to Clay as its mouth moved to form a word in a language he didn't understand, but no sound came as his vocal cords had already been severed and he had no lungs to speak with.
The eldritch monster had been sealed in a lantern within a minute of his outburst as they had all trained to restrain him in case of him being stricken with madness.
Seeing the head before him, not dead but powerless. Clays head darted up only to find a blade of bright white light before him.
And his head rolled.