[Chapter Size: 2200 Words.]Third Person POVOutside of Orario

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  As the sun rose over Orario, its golden rays bathed the field where the battle location would be. The War Game was a siege dispute; it demarength, strategy, aermination, a spectacle where ce and ing would be as important as any on.

  The Hestia Family, after the meeting of the gods, assumed the role of the attacker. The tension among the members alpable, each breath and movement charged with the awareness of what was at stake. The absence of Lucius, their most powerful member, was a blow to their forces. However, a spark of hope remained; Hestia could feel Lucius's absence, a sign that he was still alive, somewhere beyond their reach, so they still had hopes of him appearing.

  Despite the uainty, the Hestia Family was not disced. With their heads held high aermination shining in their eyes, they advao the game location. Armor was adjusted, ons sharpened, and potions prepared. Each a was a step toward the immi frontation, each gesture an affirmation of their will to fight and win against all odds.

  The city of Orario was in a frenzy. Hermes, with his whimsical ara, had created ss throughout the city, turning every er into an amphitheater. Citizens of all csses and races gathered at these points; it was a unique event after a long time. The War Game, after months without such a spectacle, had captured everyone's attention at that moment.

  The fact that Lucius Drakenar had touched a god and decred war against two families was unpreted, a feat that made versations buzz with specutions and theories. His audacity had awakened a voracious curiosity; everyone wao know what would happe, how the Hestia Family would face such a colossal challenge.

  Despite expectations, the vast majority iy sidered the final oute ungeable. The Hestia Family, a small family established a few months ago, against two medium-sized families seemed an unequal fight, a battle doomed to failure. But in Orario, a city where the impossible happened frequently, there were those who held their breath, waiting for a miracle, for a turnaround that would defy all expectations.

  In the bustling square, a group of onlookers discussed fervently. Some expressed skepticism, others hope. Some talked about strategy and tactics, while others reted legends of past battles and unlikely heroes. Each voice added a o the symphony of anticipation that enveloped the city.

  As the moment for the start of the War Game approached, Orario held its breath. Soon, the battlefield would reveal this event, and everyone, from gods to mortals, from warriors to spectators, waited to see what would be revealed when the fight began.

  "Do you think the Hestia Family has any ce? They are going against two families at the same time!" asks a citizen, looking anxiously at the s.

  "Their ces are very slim. It's mado fight against two families. The absence of Lucius only worsens the situation," another responds, shaking their head.

  "I still haven't seen that mage everyoalking about... Could this be part of the strategy? A secret move, perhaps?" a third specutes, looking around to see if anyone agrees.

  "Even with him, it makes no difference. I don't see how the Hestia Family would win this game. It was suicide just to start it..." a fourth citizen murmurs, receiving nods of agreement from some around.

  "Let's just watch. We might be surprised, who knows? Miracles happen, especially in Orario," says a fifth, with a hopeful look.

  Meanwhile, in a dark tavern filled with adventurers aors, the atmosphere is charged with expectation.

  "I'm putting my money on the Apollo Family for the best performahey have Hyakinthos Clio, and he's a fierce warrior," announces a man, throwing some s oable.

  "He's just a level 3 adventurer. Heimdall has two level 4s! Your bet seems mispced," another retorts, ughing as he ts his own money.

  "I bet on the Hestia Family!" excims a third, attrag surprised looks.

  "Have you gone mad? That's the same as throwing your money away," a fourth man mocks, shaking his head.

  "Don't uimate that family like that. I met them in Rivira. Bell el is known for exceeding expectations! And I'm curious to see that crazy mage who broke the crystals on that floor too..." a fifth defends, with a glint of excitement in their eyes.

  The discussion is heated, with money ging hands as bets are made. Some seek logic, others follow intuition.

  Iwilight mansion, ay aement are palpable as the group watches the War Game preparations on the magical ss.

  Tiona, with eyes shining with excitement, hardly stay still. "What's going to happen?! we see Lucius do that thing again?!" She jumps from her seat, reminisg about the previous moments of silence.

  Riveria, with her usual posure, responds calmly, but with a note of expectation in her voice. "I believe Lucius hahis after what we saw owenty-seventh floor..." Her eyes don't stray from the s, capturing every movement.

  Tione, with an eyebrow raised, asks with a perceptive look. "That event... You've only been talking about it since you went out with that mage." Curiosity touches her words.

  Tiona, uo tain her excitement, describes the se with dramatic gestures. "That's because you didn't see what we saw, sister! Lucius suddenly went boom! And then a kaboom happened! It was so cool!" She explodes her hands in the air, imitating the grandeur of the moment.

  Tione, with a sarcastic smile, responds. "I got everything..." Her reply is den with irony, as she shakes her head.

  Bete, always the most reserved, merely clicks his toh his eyes closed, his expression a mix of disdain.

  Aiz, beside Lefiya, remains silent, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes fixed on the s reveal her trated attention, wanting to know how Bell would fare in this fight.

  Gareth, with a hearty ugh, ents. "Seems like it was quite the adventure!" His voice resonates in the room.

  Tione, looking at Finn, asks with anticipation. "What do you think, captain?" Finn, with his gaze firm on the s, remains silent, his mind clearly analyzing the possible strategies and outes of this fight.

  At the Hostess of Fertility, Mama Mia and her waitresses are also gathered around the s, each expressing their and curiosity.

  "Where is Lucius-Nyahh?" one of the waitresses asks, her tail swishing with ay.

  "I also wao see him-Nyahh!" another echoes, sharing the se.

  Mama Mia, with a serious expression, ents. "I hope the boy shows up soon, because this won't be easy..." Her voice carries a mix of , despite seeming serious.

  In the reserved area for the gods, an opulent and elevated enviro overlooking the battlefield, the atmosphere is charged with a mix of amusement, anticipation, and tension. Each god and goddess, with their distinct personalities and is, watches the War Game preparations attentively, enting among themselves.

  Apollo, with his usual air of superiority, ughs loudly to draw attention. "Hahahahaha. Hestia and her family are brave, I'll give them that. But bravery alone won't win this game." His gaze briefly passes over the ods, seeking approval or challenge.

  Heimdall, beside Apollo with a forced look of disi, ents dryly. "You don't eveo talk about it..." However, his eyes remain fixed on the s, betraying his curiosity.

  Freya, with an enigmatic smile, leans forward, her eyes sparkling with i. "Don't uimate your oppos so easily, Apollo. Mortals have a tendency to surprise." Her voice is soft, but carries a weight that draws gnces from ods.

  Loki, with a sharp ugh, adds. "It's going to be a good spectacle! Let's see if the midget's children give us a good show!" She cps with a mischievous expression, clearly delighting in the prospect of chaos, but deep down she wao see Lucius and was almost askiia where he is, but her pride prevented her from doing so.

  Meanwhile, Hestia, a little distant from the others, looks at the s with an expression of and hope. She murmurs a prayer, almost inaudible, but den with emotion. "Please, let Lucius show up soon!" Her voice is a low whisper.

  And so, with each god and goddess immersed in their own thoughts, desires, and games, the stage is set for the War Game. Their versations and disputes reflect the drama that is about to unfold below, a drama in which they most eaihemselves in their infinite lives.

  In the War Game itself, the two families, Apollo and Heimdall, are positioned within their respective castles, their imposing fortifications casting threatening shadows over the terrain. All their soldiers, wearing the colors and insignias of their family, move with a mix of determination and fidence. For them, the game is more than a petition; it is a demonstration of power and a prelude to an anticipated massacre.

  In the castle, the atmosphere is also charged with a feeling of revenge and superiority. a, a fierd agile cat-woman, growls with barely tained fury. "I want Lucius, leave him to me, I'll avehat damn-Nyahh!" Her voice is a growl, her cws extending arag in anticipation.

  The captain responded with a calm nod. "All right, a, he's yours..." He uood a's thirst for vengeance; after all, he also wanted a piece of Lucius, but khere would be other opportunities iure. For now, he was more than willing to let this fight be a's, especially after the damage Lucius had caused her.

  Meanwhile, oher side, the Hestia Family approached the castle with fierce determination. The absence of Lucius weighed on them, but also served as a catalyst for their resolution. Mikoto broke the heavy silehat had settled over the group. "No matter what others say, we will fight with everything we have. We will win in the end!" Her voice was firm, each word imbued with vi.

  Welf, the bcksmith with unparalleled skills, agreed, his expression serious and focused. "Exactly. Lucius may be absent, but with each of us doing our part, we will win!" He adjusted his equipment, ready for the approag battle.

  Bell, whose evolution and experiences had transformed him from a simple adventurer into a respected warrior, nodded. "You're right." His voice was calm, but inside, a burning fme of determination. He khat Lucius's absence wouldn't shake him; he and his panions would fight to the st breath.

  As the start of the roaches, the air fills with war cries and the sound of ons being prepared. Each side, fident in their victory, awaits the signal to begin. And so, as the gods watch from above and the city of Orario watches with bated breath, the stage is set for a battle that promises to be as fierce as it is memorable.

  Bell el, the emerging hero of the Hestia Family, is at the forefront, his armor shining uhe Orario sun like a bea of hope. His eyes, burning with unwavering resolution, sweep the locatiohe castle stood in the distance, assessing eaent of the enemy.

  Beside him, Welf Crozzo, whose hands fe not just ons but also fates, firmly holds his test creation. The on, a masterpiece fed with a blend of skill and magic, promises to be a devastating force against any adversary. Welf, with his focused gaze, is ready to prove the power of his craft.

  There was also Lilu, but she was exeg her ing pn, like the astute support she was. Yamato Mikoto, the warrior with a serious aermined expression, is ready for battle. Her sword, aension of her will, shines with the promise of prote aributioance is that of a warrior who has sworn to defend her family to the st breath.

  In the rear, moving with a silent grace that belies her lethal power, is Ryuu, in disguise. Her stunniy is just a facade for the deadly skills she possesses. Like a shadow, she moves, ready to strike where the enemy least expects it.

  Oher side, the Apollo and Heimdall families present a formidable array of defenders. Hyakinthos Clio, with his fident smile, dispys the arrogance of a warrior who has never know. Loras Forhe, a tower of strength and authority, ands the defense as a level 4 captain.

  a Lix, the feline warrior, is restless, her cws ready to deliver deadly blows. Her eyes await her target, a silent promise of vengeand fury for what Lucius did in their st enter.

  Then, the horn sounds, reverberating throughout the city and eg in the hearts of all who watch. The sound is the prelude to chaos, the War Game has begun.

  "Are we ready?" Bell asks, his voice firm cutting through the tension of the moment. One by one, his panions nod, their faces marked by determination and ce. The battle promises to be epic, it was about to begin.

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