Ataxia was hovering in the air, power surging through every drop of his blood. He brought his hand up and the world was weightless, as if gravity was a mere suggestion. The simple drop of his hand brought everything back to normal. The Gods raised their weapons, afraid of Ataxia, now worried he would betray them.
Ataxia motioned and the earth bent at his will, metals of all kinds forming into a base, stairs digging deep into the ground.
"Worry not, Mortals," Ataxia said to the Gods as the base started to take shape. "The God of destruction is here." The metals melted into each other, making an abomination of iron, steel, platinum, and more. The Gods lowered their weapons as a bunker was made. Ataxia lowered himself closer to the ground, to appear less menacing.
"Could you maybe put the chains back on?" A God asked Ataxia.
"Why should I, Mortal?" Ataxia replied, hovering slightly higher, appearing more intimidating to the lowly God. The God stared down at the ground, sweat forming on their shaking brow as Ataxia hovered above them. "Am I too powerful for a Mortal such as you to handle?" Ataxia asked the God.
The God stuttered, not daring to look up at Ataxia.
"Do not worry Mortal, I will not kill any God or Human unless they stand with Chaos," Ataxia said, lowering himself again. "Let us enter your new bunker. To defeat Chaos we need to plan," Ataxia said, calling out to all the Gods. The God who spoke up to Ataxia now breathed easier, now knowing they were safe.
The army of Gods and Humans followed Ataxia into the bunker he created, following his command. The interior was spacious, though the ceiling was low, and the walls were clad in steel without decoration. The room was bathed in a bright and even light, though there were no sources of light anywhere in the room. The Gods all gathered around a metal table in the center of the room.
"Ataxia is right, to defeat Chaos we must work in conjunction, plan in hand," Exoia said, stepping forward, closer to the table. The Gods all looked at Exoia as he set his hands down on the table in an assertive position. In response, Ataxia brings forth a map of the fields, the palace, and surrounding area from thin air, lowering it onto the table
"We can use this to map out our tactics," he says casually, as if creating something from thin air were as simple as blinking or breathing. Exoia looked at the map as it slowly descended onto the table.
"We should start by setting up watchtowers. Gaining power early will be essential to victory," Exoia says, using his finger to mark points on the map, places where he thought watchtowers would be most useful.
"How about weaving walls throughout those posts? If we do that, Chaos' influence can be even more diminished," Ataxia said, coming closer to the table. Exoia looked up from the map to Ataxia, considering this suggestion.
"That would be effective. The less power he has, the easier time we will have taking him down," Exoia agreed. Exoia dragged his finger across the parchment map. "We can make the wall along here. Ataxia, do you mind creating the wall?" Exoia asked Ataxia as he stopped his finger on the map.
"Yes, I suppose I can make the wall for you," Ataxia said, bringing his eyes up from Exoia's finger.
As Ataxia, Exoia, and the other Gods continued discussing the plans for battle, a Monster observed them from the corner, unseen and undisturbed. The Monster was a giant eyeball with two semi muscular arms. It took in every detail of the plan, writing each word down mentally, determined to fulfill the mission of the one who sent it. Determined to fulfill the mission of Fury, the betrayed Giganton God of Power, brother to the God of destruction, Ataxia.
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
