The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed across what looked like an open path.
A man who looked to be in his 20's walked steadily through the halls of Xanthea.
He suddenly came to a stop as he noticed the presence of a thousand people.... a thousand gods.
Then a deep resonating voice boomed across the halls of Xanthea saying "Great one, you have been accused of the crime of 'mass genocide' against the human race. How do you plead to these crimes."
"...….Plead?" May I ask who accused me of these crimes?" Said the mysterious man.
"I am well aware of how strong you are, that is why I came here with the force of a thousand gods."
"You are well aware of how strong I am and yet you have come here to question me, ...Budda." Said the mysterious man as he looked up at the force of gods above him.
"The 'council of gods' will assume you guilty, but since you are an elder god you can prove otherwise at the 'court of gods'." Said Budda.
"Xanthea the place where gods reside." The mysterious man muttered to himself.
"What did you say just now?" Budda asked.
"It is also the place where you all will die." Said the mysterious man ignoring Budda's question.
"It's been a while since anyone was brave enough to challenge me." He said as he took of his black coat whilst tilting his head to the left and right as if he was getting ready for a fight.
"I hope the might of a thousand gods would be able to quench my thirst of battle."
Then it began, something that would later be called the 'divine purge'.
The day the full might of the gods united to stop one man. No he was no man – he was a god. The god of death 'Ouroboros'.
Boros stood alone in a vast barren plain, surrounded by a thousand gods above him, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.
Then suddenly two gods charged at him wielding their 'longinius smashers' aiming for his head, as soon as they approached him, he dodged with ease and put them to death immediately.
Then it began.
More attackers closed in at once, using their longinius abilities to try and gain the upper hand in the battle.
Zeus with a wave of his hand summoned a burst of lightning at Boros's feet, then Boros's leaped upwards dodging the attack, leaving himself open for another god to strike. And then, Odin slamed him into the ground. The once calm and quiet open path in Xanthea had become a raging battlefield.
If The battle was too tense for Boros to use his fists alone, so he started using his 'longinius ability' to gain the upper hand in the battle field.
Budda leaped toward him with his fists clenched ready to land him blows. But Budda was inexperienced in hand to hand combat so Boros dodged the blows with fluid movements, countering with blows of his own pushing Budda to the side.
Using his abilities, he overpowered a large number of gods.
At this point the battle had raged on for hours with fewer than five hundred gods left, Xanthea was left in ruins, it was already clear that the only group of gods that were keeping up with him at this point were the 'omni gods and the arch gods', they were the strongest group of gods aside from the elder gods.
Boros raged through the battle field with flaming swords cutting everything in his path, it was once said that the swords were sharp enough to cut through the fabric of space.
Despite Boros's speed and durability the opponents were great in number and it started to wear him down therefore reducing his speed, making Ares and Faunus catch up with Boros and land him a combination of blows that made him let go of his swords, which was then stolen by Hades.
He was forced to fight of the force of three hundred gods with his bare hands.
His weapons were taken away but he still had his abilities. As he raised his left hand, the air around him seemed to ignite, and a blast of fiery energy erupted forth at his command: 'Emberfall!'.
The sky itself seemed to ignite, as blazing meteors of flame plummeted downward, casting a hellish glow over the battlefield.
The gods, once mighty and invincible, were now helpless against the inferno, their screams echoing through the chaos as they were consumed by the unrelenting flames, taking the lives of no less than a hundred gods.
Amidst the inferno, he stood serene and untouched, a monolith of divine power as the screams of the dying gods echoed around him.
The air was heavy with the stench of charred flesh and the acrid tang of smoke, yet he remained unblemished, his presence a stark reminder of his unparalleled might as an 'Elder god'.
As Zeus beheld the lifeless bodies of his sons, Apollo and Orion, his paternal grief ignited a fury unlike any other.
The skies darkened, the earth trembled, and Zeus' mighty voice thundered forth the dreaded words: 'Tsurugi no Raijin!' the heavens themselves seemed to shatter as Zeus unleashed a maelstrom of divine retribution. The devastating blow landed with precision, severing Boros's head from his shoulders.
The remaining gods erupted into cheers, believing victory was theirs.
But as the dust settled, a ghastly sight emerged: the severed head of Boros had reattached itself, a sinister grin spread across his face as he let out a low menacing laugh saying "your celebration is premature" he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.
"This is merely the prelude of your destruction, I will extinguish your light and cast you all into darkness" he continued. With a battle cry that shook the heavens, the remaining gods charged forward, determined to bring him down.
But he stood firm, his eons of experience spoke for itself as his hands wove an intricate pattern of blocks and parries evading the attacks of all the 'god entities'.
As the horde of gods pressed their attack, his defenses began to falter, leaving his back exposed to the ravages of war.
Odin, ever the opportunist, sensed his chance and took it. With a battle cry that shook the firmament, he launched himself at Boros, his hand closing around the hilt of the 'god ember' as he unleashed his divine fury.
'The god ember', a divine artifact capable of sealing even the most powerful gods, made contact with Boros's skin.
But instead of sealing him, it greatly weakened him leaving him vulnerable. Odin seized the opportunity, his voice through the realm as he invoked the name of the goddess 'Meng Po'.
The goddess, though taken aback, swiftly responded to Odin's call, her hand closing around Boros's face like a shroud. With a gentle touch, she erased his memories, plunging his mind into an abyss of forgetfulness.
The sudden voiding of his memories proved too great a shock, and his body crumpled to the ground, his chest striking the earth with a dull thud.
The great battle, which had raged on for what seemed an eternity, finally subsided, leaving behind a landscape of devastation and a staggering toll of over 960 divine lives lost. As the dust settled, his unconscious body was taken into custody.
....a prize won at an imaginable cost.