The sky trembled as Clyde tore through it. The black mist trailing behind him.
His eyes was pitch black voids now. He scanned the sky above as the first wave of Celestials descended upon him.
The ones who came at him right now were not the mightiest of them. The strongest were still watched from above with cautious feeling.
Instead, they sent the lesser gods first.
From the west came Itzamna, the Mayan sky god who wielding a staff of obsidian and light. His body was draped in ancient runes. His voice thundering as he called down fire.
From the north descended Ullr, Norse realm god of the hunt and winter. Arrows of ice launched from his bow like meteors.
On the eastern wind flew Xihe, the sun goddess cloaked in golden bright light and fire.
And with them came their armies of Celestial soldiers made of flame, bone light, while chanting ancient war chants.
Clyde didn't hesitate. His facial expression don't even change.
He met their charge with cold fury.
