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Battling had always gotten Thealios' blood burning, her lips turned up in a manic smile that did more for frightening her enemies than her godly skills with weaponry. This battle should have been no different. Fel creatures should have been falling before her bloodied sword, their cries of anguish guiding Thea and her loyal troops into a feverish victory.
Except it wasn't.
Thea was losing.
She had called for a retreat twice now. Commanding her troops to safety, rather than further into battle. Something was terribly wrong, Thea could feel it in her gut. Moren, her greatest enemy, had grown unbelievably strong, twisting his fate in such a way that overwhelmed Thea's once proud army. But how? What had changed? What evil had been unleashed upon the Heavens this day?
For the first time in her long, long life, Thea was uncertain of her fate and future. The tang of fear coated her tongue so thickly that she wanted to weep, but she held firm, eye's blazing with power as she unleashed another assault on the creatures Moren commanded, standing on her own so her troops could go free. She hoped in her heart that it would be enough.
He came out of no where, her ancient enemy, standing before her very eyes so suddenly that Thea took an unconscious step backward, her twin swords coming up a second too late to block his tremendous blow. Pain seared through her chest, but it was the sensation of Moren's fel magic pulsating around her body that caused her to scream. Thea's own magic attempted to thwart whatever Moren had done to her, but she was too tired, too spent and he too strong in whatever it was that allowed him to finally defeat her. Dread flooded Thea's heart as she fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Through the Heavens and down, down, down. Everything she had ever fought for passing through her fingertips with no sign of stopping. Screams of devastation ripped through her throat as she fought with everything she had left. To no avail. The Heavens faded from her sight, and there was a note of finality to the bright lights vanishing before her, as if the fates themselves had turned their backs on the God of War and her reaching desperate hand. Thea was alone, and falling.
A massive boom shuddered through the air of the earthly realm, heard from all corners of this world along with the mighty quakes that followed the crashed landing of the once undefeated God of War. If anyone had been looking up in the sky in the moments before, they would have seen the white fireball descending at a frightening speed towards the earth and more than likely wondered if that was the end prophets always went on and on about…
Fortunately, it wasn't the end of the earthly realm. At least not yet.
The God of War groaned in pain, flipping over to her back so she could breathe a bit easier. Her body protested as she sat up, the ground swaying under her as she attempted to focus. Despite blinking rapidly and pressing her hands to her temples, the world swam around her, colors blurred and Thea couldn't blink away the spots in her vision.
Thea flopped back down, throwing a arm over her eyes.
"Shit."
