Long ago there were two beings blessed by divinity.
Then, there was a king. He was powerful.
His army was filled with a hundred notorious fighters, each a warrior capable of overthrowing a nation alone. Legends of renown, and they all followed him.
For what reason? Who cares? Maybe he was the strongest. Maybe it was because he was the most suited to leading. Maybe due to them just plain liking his nature.
It made no difference.
Across the lands, blessed by magic itself, capable of changing the world to their whims, two gods fought each other for control. Wreaking havoc upon the world.
The king sat back and did not bother with the conflict.
He'd been recognized by the world for his achievements upon being crowned the king of those of such caliber, and so he'd been blessed with enlightenment.
When the gods fought, he was then cursed by the world in order to spur him to action. It was one that stripped him of his power, lest he stop the two in their rampage.
He would not as he did not care. He'd fallen in love. And the kingdom of legends stood tall as a hundred guardians protected it.
Regardless, all things come to an end. His wife had eventually died of old age. A hundred years later, he remained. He looked as young as the day he'd been cursed. Perhaps it was the world cursing him for his inaction. Perhaps it was just result of his existence. It didn't matter.
His comrades had all aged. Old and greyed. And here he was, the same.
Sitting on a throne, the king couldn't help but stare into the void with a dead expression.
He looked at his subjects and smirked at himself. "Ah. I imagine you'll all be following my wife soon. Shall we make it an occassion?"
They did not respond. As it was obvious.
"Very well. Let's go and save the world!"
The words rang out and his strength was restored.
Cutting through the land and countless monsters, the king and his army met the two blessed ones.
In a weak and uncaring voice, the greatest king spoke, "Halt."
They stared. With an uninterested expression, as he captured their attention, he continued. "I am ███████, King of the Kingdom of Heroum. For today and forever, I order you all, to cease."
The two gods laughed and stopped their conflict. All in order to swat what they saw as a fly.
Without care, they brought down their monsters and beasts upon them.
Raising his halberd, the mighty king of desolation pierced through in one movement, cutting everything in his path, diverting the earth, clouds, and sea of monsters in two, he slew both petty deities.
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Antonym slept soundly against the side of a large tree. Slowly awoken by the chirping of birds, his eyes opened to the pleasant weather.