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“Are you insane!” Dag yells. “He’s on a power trip, and you really aren’t in the right mindset.”

“You all have five minutes. Prepare yourselves for the first phase of this war. Don’t lose, or I’ll kill you myself.”

CHAPTER 40

CYRUS

“When men encounter enemies in the fight, a robust heart is better than a sharp sword.”– Volsunga, ch.19.

It’s been ages.

The immortals have always cohesively lived on this plane but right now I have no idea if Apep has been busy grabbing more followers.

I don’t want to go where my power isn’t all consuming, but I know that’s exactly where he will be. Near the island, waiting.

Are Inti and Enki going with him?

Or will they fight for me?

My golden armor plates around my body, my boots come up to my thighs, my red cape drapes down my back, and without looking, I know I hold The Spear of Ra in my hand, heavy with the burden of life and death.

My eyes have never been more focused. I look away from the tree, though, as I walk outside. The sun of my helmet shines in the moonlight casting a glow across the grass and rocky cliffs.

A roar sounds as Ken lifts up his tentacles from the sea.

I know whose side he’s on.

And I know it’s mine, but will he fight?

Another thunderous roar escapes the sea and then nothing but silence. I feel him, though, his presence.

In all black armor, with spears sticking out of every single part of him, including his face, stands a man, his skin a beautiful black to match his armor, his hair pure white.

He holds his blue trident, the trident of the sea in his right hand.

“I thought I owed you a favor.”

He looks over at me. “I’ve been dying for a fight.”

“Once a kraken always a kraken.”

“You made me this way.”

“Are you complaining?”

“I’m in constant pain, but no, should I thank you?”

I smile for the first time that day. “It’s good to see you in human form.”

I wait for Tyrell, Kratos, and Daggon. Soon they appear next to us in their full armor.

So it’s four against the old gods just for today. Anubis and Cassius probably already returned to report on what happened. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?

Thunder booms overhead, clouds begin to part, then an eerie silence covers the space around us, thick with tension.

The air is heavy. It smells like honeysuckle and lilac.

“Well, shit.” Tyrell looks down. “That’s why you only text and never answer phone calls.”

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