"By the abyss," Luna breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of clashing titans. "Garduck, how is this possible? Those statues... they're holding back an entire pantheon."
Garduck's silver hair was matted with sweat and divine ichor, his frame trembling not from exhaustion but from recognition of power that dwarfed his own colossal strength. His green eyes were fixed on Ozymandias, who stood atop his wall like a conductor orchestrating a symphony of destruction.
"We thought we knew his strength," Garduck said quietly, his voice carrying memories of the second event. "But this..." He gestured at the monuments, at the city that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. "This is beyond anything we witnessed."
Luna's gaze followed his to where Ozymandias stood, unmoved by the chaos raging around his domain. The pharaoh's expression was one of casual amusement, as if watching children play at war rather than witnessing combat between divine forces.
