The battle on the surface of Trion grew heated. A call had been made to every Dominator to flee the continent, they were to head towards the battlefield, of course, everyone who first heard the cry from the God of War had already begun fleeing for their life but the announcement solidified this action.

The fearful and the brave fled in droves towards the barracks where massive ships were lying in wait to ferry them to the other side of the planet. With the purge ongoing in Trion, the population of the planet had fallen by more than seventy percent, and so the movement of people was particularly quick.

However, a few were caught in the periphery of the battle. Even though the combatants were supreme warriors with great control over the forces of nature, as they got closer to the capital, the population of mortals increased and the chance of being caught in the crossfire came more often.

Although Tiberius was focused on draining his opponent off his strength and capturing the greatest Earth god to ever live, he soon noticed the direction where their battle was headed, but it was already too late for him to change their course.

Telmus was barely giving him time to focus on anything else but the battle, and the Avatars he was creating were being killed so quickly, sometimes they could barely open their eyes before they were banished.

There was a certain tempo in the battle that was being entirely controlled by Telmus, and the God of War had been unknowingly dragged into it.

Telmus had been fighting with his bare hands all this while, and every weapon the God of War had given to his avatar was constantly being destroyed by Telmus.

He seemed to disdain the idea of fighting with weapons and went out of his way to collect and crush anyone he got his hands on. Tiberius was not a Scrooge, but he still felt his heart burning with anger when the cost of this battle was increasing with every moment that passed.

Yet this cost would be nothing if they allowed their battle to reach Aroth. He was not concerned with the buildings or the people, but with something else buried inside the Capital that could not be touched.

Tiberius just like the rest of the gods barely understood their surroundings, questions like these would only lead to outcomes that were worse than death. The God of War knew of some of the gods who were too inquisitive, and after a visit from Golgoth, they all changed.

When they showed up again, they were the same and had the same mannerisms and power, but their memories were gone. They had been replaced.

Tiberius and Kuranes were the two gods that had always toed the line and had never fallen short of the God King's grace, and as such they were the oldest original gods to exist and knew of more secrets than the rest of the gods, and if he failed to protect the secret buried inside the capital, he would be killed, and the God of War that took his place would not be him.

The time for games were over, and Tiberius slightly regretted placing himself in front of this madman, but the deeds were already done, and there was no way he was not returning from this battle victorious.

The fact that he was questioning his decision to interfere in the life of a mortal brought a bitter taste to his mouth, and the Tiberius sitting inside his vault snorted in annoyance and released more powers from his Essence Pool.

The Avatar of War roared in anger, his body nearly exploding with the new wave of essence that flooded into him, bringing all his essence to bear into an orb of blood that rotated in front of his palms with a shrill sound like fingernails running through a chalkboard.

Of the ten Avatars of War present a second ago, seven had been crushed to nothingness and the last two that were also full of new powers vanished and fused with the rotating orb, transforming it into a grinning skull with three hollow eye sockets.

His battle had shown him that Telmus was nigh immune to physical and elemental attacks, even his poisonous blood could not affect him, and this was Tiberius' specialty, but it did not mean he was out of options.

Battles between gods would take a long time as they figured out the best strategies to take down their enemy, and Tiberius felt he had discovered the right technique he could use against this pesky mortal.

This blood skull was one of his most deadly attacks. Since it was one of his few abilities that had the capability of shattering the Spirit. He did not expect it to kill Telmus but if he could cause a minor injury to his Spirit, it would open a minor gap in the defense of Telmus.

Unlike the God of War who could have access to a billion bodies if he wanted, Telmus had only one. If he could create a tiny chink in his armor, then the God of War with access to unlimited energy via his Essence Pool would pour enough energy through that tiny crack that it would shatter Telmus to pieces, no matter how talented he was.

The God of War would not kill him, his control over blood gave him the ability to corrupt his opponent in flesh and spirit. He would be making Telmus his Blood Slave for all eternity.

He directed the skull at Telmus, whose calmness throughout the fight had been the source of Tiberius' ire. He could not wait to torture and break him, and the God of War would give anything to make it happen, even if it meant showing off more power than he should.

Telmus pointed at the skull flying at him and it froze, and Tiberius heard him mutter to himself, "Watch the second application of this power, this one is a tricky one, but time is not by my side."

Before the disbelieving gaze of the God of War, the frozen skull multiplied, from a single skull to a dozen and they reversed their direction, streaking towards him faster than he had launched it.

The God of War sneered, even if the skulls were multiplied a thousand times over, they still belonged to him, a distinct part of his power and he would gladly collect the unexpected boost. It would seem he had finally found the perfect weapon against Telmus.

The skulls were a few inches away from his Avatar when he discovered there was something wrong with their makeup. It contained more energy, but not all the energy was made from his blood power. He hastily waved his hands to scatter the technique but they exploded.

The explosion released no heat or light, only force. It was not widespread, in fact, it was concentrated on just the surface of his Avatar, and every single bit of its kinetic energy was not wasted as the force launched the God of War toward Aroth, his body tore through the air faster than the speed of light, shattering reality like glass and slamming against a multicolored barrier that arose abruptly to stop him from crashing into the city.