Army of Creation and Void (Original)

Chapter 18 - Heart of Battle

Creation POV:

The battle was actually going well. I could see Storm, who was slicing down monsters quicker than a knife newly sharpened through butter. Her eyes shone with rage. For some reason, Zoë had decided to drop her bow, and she was now wielding her hunting knife, which was the size of her forearm.

I could see Nico and Thalia back-to-back, as Nico raised the dead from one side and Thalia summoned lightning from the other. 

My gaze darted over to where Flame and Leo were fighting, equally effective fireballs slamming out of their hands as they fired at the monsters as if they had flamethrowers taped to their hands.

Annabeth was fighting next to Jason, who threw monsters back with wind into the waiting swords of the demigods around him. Annabeth sliced quickly across rib cages, legs, and less powerful swords with her drakon bone sword.

Solis and Piper were also fighting quickly, Solis summoning phantom lions to aid him, and Piper using her icicle blade to slice them down the middle as they were buried in the icy cold that radiated from the blade.

As I watched, Bianca was about to get overran. Just then, Omega and Beauty bounded in, Omega slicing both of his twin broadswords and Beauty with her longsword. They fought quickly, and I could see them dodging and slicing through monsters as if they were made out of paper.

I turned back to the monsters I was facing. Their eyes blazing with excitement and determination, they lunged as quickly as their closeness could allow. I yawned, wondering when they would reach me.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I lunged, cutting my blades through all of them. They turned into golden dust, and I dusted myself off. The dust can really ruin your black outfit.

"When will they run out?" I muttered to myself, feeling exhausted. My arms felt like they were about to fall off. "Oh, I will never run out of monsters. I have tied a portal from Tartarus to here!" A cackling voice sounded over my shoulder.

When I glanced over, I immediately turned around, both blades out. The man standing in front of me was handsome, with dark black hair and teak wood skin, with dark eyes that seemed endless. 

He was wearing armor, including a chestplate that only covered the top of his body, leaving his abs exposed. They were well build, and his arms and legs rippled with muscles when he moved. A sword was sheathed at his waist, a small knife in his boot, and a dagger sheathed to his wrist. All weapons glittered with a dark light.

He must have noticed me watching his weapons, because he said, "You wanna know what they are made out of, nephew?" Hearing him say that, I had no doubt about who he was. "Your End, my mother and father's younger brother." He curled his lip but didn't reply, instead igoring me as he went on.

"You see, it's a very rare metal indeed, only found in Chaos Planet. It is the only thing in the universe capable of destroying the oldest deities in the universe. Including primordial, such as myself. . . And you." He fixed me with a glare.

I shifted into a battle stance, blades at my sides and ready to be up at a moment's notice. "Why, Uncle, good thing I have these," I gestured to my blades, "which I'm going to use to destroy you." With no more than that, I charged him.