54 One-Sided Principality (2/2)

”There's no need for that.” Someone from the crowd got himself to the front lines...A boy, probably the same age as me in a tracksuit.

”Heee? Are you sure?” the old man asked...

”Yes. Just do what you want to do... I'll protect them.” track-suit boy plainly answered, as if he also has a hidden ability that he alone can withhold.

”Ok then...Don't say to me later that I did not warn you ” the old man said and found himself once again, focusing on the battlefield. And meditatively took a deep breath as though preparing for something big. A weaponless, bare-handed Baby boomer.

And then, as he began to raise his hand upon the air, thunders came roaring from all kinds of direction and dark clouds began to cover the soon to disintegrate starry sky. We are even experiencing it ourselves even in this distance.

The convenient store overseer, as though jesting made a thumbs up with a very confident face. Yet, knowing the predicament that they are in, the attackers boldly ran as fast as they could, further away from him and the plausible point of impact of whatever is to occur without turning back...but that is looking rather impossible.

And then, as the thunders continued to endlessly roar at the clouds, there shook an earthquake. The strongest that we have had ever experienced, as though the whole realm's grid has been tilted by an exponential degree and in the cloudy and thundery sky, appeared not a red flaming asteroid, not a nuclear missile but a shining blue hand of unknown origin covered in abominable lightning. It's a visage of heaven concealed with blue and black...Lightning and a stormy firmament.

”HAND OF ZEUS!” he shouted.

The Thunders become even more horribly aggressive as it makes our ears ring as it roars, and the ground continued to shook more intensely as the hand drew closer to the ground then, the hand hit the surface breaking the mirror of clairvoyance in front of us, cutting our mainstream media.

It never did occur to me, that the impact would so big, that it reached us. I guess, there's no need for that looking glass anymore. We could clearly see it with our own two eyes, the bluish explosion, apparently opposite from where we are.

First was the thunders, second came an earthquake, third appeared the giant lightning hand of monstrous size. And then, an explosion. So much light came out of it that even though we covered our eyes, we could clearly see through our flesh's every bone and our veins.

Then, next was a wave of impact coming out from the same direction, the sea in front of us began to be vehement and waves rose by meters and beyond. I hastily got Shiro out of the tent as she peacefully slept, hurriedly getting to higher grounds.

This was the hand of Zeus... So the man named. The oldest Herrscher so far.

Celes, I wonder how the hell is she so acquainted with a battle as one-sided as that and remained unscathed and untouched.

It was as if they, her, the old man and the tracksuit boy, have the same life on earth...A life of bloody battle and life of rampage and that, being constantly environed with dead empty vessels which once carried a life, was an everyday mundane visage. At least, if that is true, I now know that I'm not the only one.

And how dare Lacrimosa called these thunderbolts cute? Wait... Zeus is inferior to Lacrimosa in the divine hierarchy... Just how powerful is that Goddess really?

What's more magnificent to think about, is our race's sudden declaration of our supposed-principality as special creations. We're only here for a few minutes, and now, we are demonstrating who is the real prevalent creation to these creatures which probably already existed here a long time ago. 'Aliens-stripped-off-of-their-motherlands-for-humans-to-cultivate', should probably be the best title for this cinematic set.

Everyone, including me who is summoned in a safer part, of Herrschers and normal participants alike, asked ourselves...Are we supposed to fight them? Those that predominated the battleground in the first few minutes like it was a mere walk through the park, a mere Child's play.

Seeing them like this, made the Chaos Armada react in different manners, it would be a waste of time to state all of the 690, and I'm still unconfident of that judgment...What I'm sure, is that I can't waste another second doing irrelevant activities in this warfare, if I want to continue to thrive, needless of the armada that I will soon settle to join.