Olympus was a gigantic, completely white planet where the Greek gods lived. This world was made entirely of gigantic mountains that would make the mountain ranges on planet Earth pale in comparison.
Although this world consisted basically only of enormous snowy mountains, despite the snow, there were beautiful gardens and palaces in the highest areas. Green plants and snow coexisted in harmony, something that would be completely impossible anywhere else.
There was only one gigantic white valley. However, surrounding this great valley was a majestic and ostentatious wall several kilometers high. It was so tall that human eyes could not see its end.
The gigantic wall was mainly red, with golden columns separated from one another every hundred meters. Between the columns were statues of hoplite warriors painted in very vivid colors. They stood in combat positions. Also, above the columns, beautiful faces of women appeared, and at other times, faces of bulls and gorgons.
But in this great wall, there was an enormous gateway sealed by a great door made of gold. The door was gigantic, measuring several kilometers in both width and height, while at its sides, two colossal lions seemed to hold up the structure. The lions had golden skin and reddish manes. The structure was highly intimidating.
The only way to access the palaces inside Olympus was through this door, since several dimensional shields rose above the wall and prevented passage. Any person or god who arrived at Olympus had to enter this place through that gigantic white valley.
The wind blew in an ostentatious manner, making a sound of loneliness and isolation. It was almost as if this region were an enormous white desert. Dead trees moved because of the wind, while the sky looked ocher.
Right there, two gigantic armies descended upon Olympus. They were the armies of the Roman gods, Saturnia, and of the Etruscan gods, Man.
The soldiers of Saturnia dressed similarly to ancient Roman soldiers, using golden cuirasses to cover their bodies, helmets with feathered crests, and sandals called caligae. All of them carried short swords, red square shields, and red cloaks.
On the other hand, the warriors of Man wore purple tunics, copper cuirasses, and feathered helmets shaped like hats, which gave the appearance of having horns. These warriors carried knives and shields bearing the symbol of a wolf drawn upon them.
In addition to the anthropomorphic warriors, each army brought a set of monsters. The army of Saturnia had wolves, while the army of Man had horrible sphinxes with women’s faces among its ranks.
The two squadrons were commanded by two deities each. Saturnia’s warriors were led by Minerva and Mars, while those of Man were led by Hercle and Laran, Menrva’s brothers.
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Minerva was a beautiful blond woman with blue eyes. She wore a golden helmet with red feathers, as well as a gigantic golden shield with the face of a gorgon at its center. In her right hand, she held a gigantic spear with a golden tip. She wore a simple bluish tunic.
Mars, on the other hand, was a man with olive skin, a thick dark reddish beard, and green eyes. He dressed like a Roman centurion, with white armor touched with gold and the sun drawn on his chestplate. His body was covered by a long red cape. On his shield, the image of a Greek sphinx was depicted.
Laran wore an Etruscan helmet shaped like a hat, which gave the appearance of having horns, as well as a crest of blue feathers. His skin was tan, with long black hair and blue eyes. His armor was made of golden scales, with a small skirt likewise covered in golden plates. Like his companions, he wore greaves on his legs and a violet tunic.
Hercle, by contrast, was completely naked, with only his head covered by a lion’s skin. The god was more than two meters tall and very muscular. At first glance, he looked like a caveman, with a thick black beard and dark, unruly hair. In his right hand, he dragged a spiked club.
“Olympus is always so majestic,” Minerva said in surprise as she looked at the gigantic walls of the enormous kingdom.
“Indeed. It will be a shame to destroy these majestic walls,” Laran said as he gazed in awe at the ostentatious walls protecting the kingdom.
Then Laran stared fixedly at Minerva and blushed.
“What is your problem, pervert?” the Roman goddess asked, confused.
“Forgive me,” the Etruscan god apologized. “But you look very much like my little sister.”
“Ah, your sister Menrva,” Minerva said. “Even our names are similar. It must be because we come from neighboring Realities.”
Suddenly, Mars interrupted the conversation with a hard and serious expression.
“I remind you that we did not come here to speak of our lives, but to conquer this kingdom, and we will carry out our order with diligence,” he said.
Then the Roman god of war drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it toward the door. In front of the door was someone dressed in an ocher cloak. This person was sitting on a cluster of stones while his cloak fluttered in the wind.
“If we do not defeat the guardian of Olympus first, our invasion will be useless,” Mars said, still pointing at the man before them.
But the man did not answer. Only a faint, discreet laugh could be heard.
“There will be no problem,” Minerva replied. “That is why we brought him, so he can defeat him.”
Then the man covered in the tunic began to laugh.
“I’ve spent thousands o’ years waitin’ for a rival on my level, and y’all claim somebody can beat me. Well now, ain’t that excitin’!” the man said while still sitting.
At that moment, Hercle took a few steps forward and stood before the man in the tunic. Raising his monstrous club, he crushed the man with it. The impact was so powerful that part of the planet cracked, fissures appeared in the walls, and the dimensional shield trembled thunderously. A terrible earthquake was felt throughout the entire area after that moment.
The enormous Etruscan god removed his club and placed it back on the ground while a cloud of dust rose throughout the valley, obscuring the sight of everyone present.
However, when the dust dissipated, the man was still sitting in the same place where he had been. The impact had not even been able to damage the spot where the man in the tunic was sitting, despite the fact that everything around him was destroyed and cracked.
“I see. It was obvious from that name,” the man said as he stood. “He is one of my clones, isn’t he?”