When there is no light, only then can one feel the true despair of darkness. Just like the desperation the world had felt a few moments ago, when Arnold had seeming been put out of battle by the one enemy whom the world feared the most. The feeling of despair was strong, yet it did not last for long. For their fears were unfounded. The Deathless was still alive.
Just seeing him walk to the edge of the mountain, felt like the world was witnessing the rise of a new sun. The luminous aura surrounding him took away all of the worries of warriors as well people across the globe. All was not lost. They still had a chance. The sacrifices of thousands won't be in vain. Deathless will avenge all those who died at the hands of Hercules and his army.
As the sun crept below the horizon, everyone felt more optimistic than ever before. It was the god of strength's turn to taste what true despair felt like. Hercules had one chance to end Arnold, once and for all and had he tried harder, Arnold was fairly sure he wouldn't have survived a barrage of heavenly lightning strikes.
But Hercules being Hercules. He just had to boast about his greatness rather than putting an end to his enemy in whatever small frame of time he had. He messed up and as a result, things had taken a turn for the worst. At least for him. At that moment, there was only one thing pacing through Hercules' mind.
'He will not kill me. He just can't, Loki assured the father that if the mortal dared to kill a higher being he would lose control over himself...'
Hercules has realised his position. He would have barely managed to handle the fifteen thousand soldiers on top of Arnold's summons. But now with Arnold being back into the fray, he couldn't evade death anymore. He might have been a demigod, but he was suffering through the rebound after forcefully transforming into a god.
He was breathless. All of his stats have been reduced by 30%. The way he was now, Arnold's stats were much better than his and without his weapon and armour, Hercules was as vulnerable as a turtle without its shell. Things were not looking good for him. He had to escape. That was all he could do now. On the other hand, Arnold was sporting a brand new armour, in the shape of the guardian angel.
Hercules knew how the angel functioned. In a way, it wouldn't be wrong to say that the Guardian's defence was absolute. As long as the guardian was alive, no matter how many times Arnold gets hit, he won't take any damage and wouldn't lose a single point of HP. Moreover, the guardian wouldn't disappear until the duration of the skill was over or that the summoner ends up using all of his mana. The only plus side Hercules had was that whenever the guardian got hit, the summoner, Arnold in this case, would lose mana equivalent to half of the damage the guardian took.
All Hercules had to do was to hit the guardian angel with blows after blows and hope to drain mana faster. There were, however, some unaccounted problems he would have to think of a way to deal with first and foremost.
Hercules was well aware of the fact that Arnold had a ginormous mana pool. So it was foolish to think that the Guardian would disappear just after taking a couple of hits from him. Moreover, it wasn't as if the guardian would stand still and not do anything while Hercules treated it like a punching bag. The same was true in Arnold's case.
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