"To reach here, I have trampled all who dared oppose me on my path,"
His utterance, laced with an icy resolve, reverberated throughout Heaven.Â
As if couldn't bear the pressure of the man's voice, the once serene sky started to shake.
"I've defeated all demon kings and dukes." the man stated imperiously.Â
From behind him, a pair of bat wings spread wide. The clear blue sky transformed into a deep crimson-red under the shadow of his wings immediately.
"I have faced gods from myriad pantheons and emerged victorious."
On either side of him, several mystical doors materialized. Stepping forth from these portals were several women, each possessing stunning beauty and temperament, each unique to their own.Â
The man, his hair a blend of midnight black and glistening gold, stared intently at the suspended island above him. It hung in the air, almost as if derisively scoffing at his foolish boldness.
"A thousand battles."
"Yet, not a single loss have I suffered!"
As he clenched his palm, the sky tore asunder, revealing a grotesque realm filled with corruption, madness, and unbridled bloodlust.
From the rift in space, a small light shot forth, traversing the grotesque landscape to materialize at the man's side.
The faint glow transformed into a majestic blood-colored throne.
The man ascended the throne with an air of familiarity, as if it were his rightful place. Seating himself upon it, he propped his chin and declared with a resolute arrogance.
"So, on what grounds does your Olympus believe it can triumph over me?"