THE BIRTH OF WAR.

Kaiser And Goddess.

Hyperion alongside Foster now stood upon floating rock islands amidst sundered reality. The rocks they stood upon were floating pieces of what was supposed to be familiar terrestrial ground. Now, however, they were little more than pieces of rock floating in a grand Cosmic abyss of broken reality, beyond the comprehension of mortal beings, something which would have caused normal men to flinch at the mere thought and implications of such a thing. After all, what kind of man wouldn't be shocked to see this?
A broken world amidst a Cosmic void, a darkened abyss of Cosmic space dotted with stars with floating, drafting pieces of sundered earth all over as reality was contorted and forcefully bent to the will of Goddess Septima.

Hyperion looked around and as he looked upon void space and at the stars, he couldn't help but be impressed. He thought to himself that to spite literally just being brought into existence, Septima has already proven to be a true entity-level being.

However, Hyperion kept a serious face as he then turned his gaze upon Septima.

Foster, who was standing upon a floating piece of the land mass of his very own then used his psychic power to guide the rock to Hyperion, and there he said to him.

"Sundered reality Hyperion! Even I could not hope to match this kind of power!"

"There will be no need for you to do that, friend Foster," Hyperion replied.
Hyperion than looked down at the stone he was standing upon and then, suddenly, Hyperion had his blades return to his arm seemingly disengaging from the fight together.

Seeing this, Foster immediately understood what Hyperion meant when he said those words.

Foster too started to stand down and with all that he has done, the old man, though powerful, could not hope to fight a being such as Septima alone.

However Foster still understood they still had a fight on their hands and so there, Foster looked at Hyperion and asked him
"What now, Lord Hyperion? We have done all that we can and yet we cannot kill her, merely wound, damage, and perhaps briefly incapacitate her to an extent."

Those words were true... Hyperion and Foster have exhausted all other options - - While they could continue to fight, it would have been a futile and ultimately worthless effort. They can attack, wound, and maybe even greatly injure Septima, however, neither one of them has the strength needed to kill the Goddess of War.

Hyperion than looked at his hand and suddenly, he reached for his head wrap and started to fiddle with it there, he removed it in one quick stroke, letting the wind carry it away, and then, he suddenly started to flex and pose at Septima, all the while keeping a serious look about him at all times. His hair swayed as a breeze set in.

Septima can sense why, she could feel two sources of energy, one of which was coming from Khars who appeared to be charging up and getting ready for yet another attempt at her. While Septima could sense another source of power, one that far surpassed both Khars and Foster combined. Like a chocking presence and creeping, crawling terror, Septima could tell that this second source of power was being projected why Aurelian himself and Septima was no fool, she cooks easily tell that Aurelian's power match her own, he too was omnipotent and as such, the greater threat.

Foster then realized that Hyperion wasn't standing down at all... He put away his blades sure, however, he was still intending to fight and he still intended to have one last go at it.

Foster too followed suit. He stood down, however, he was starting to build up psychic energy reserves within his body. Getting ready for the final fight.

Septima prepared herself once more for what looked like the end game: the final battle to a war that, in the end, gave birth to her.

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