Nathan staggered, his arms instinctively reaching out to catch her as she collapsed forward. Her weight fell against him, her blood soaking his already torn clothes.

    "Sienna..." he whispered hoarsely, his vision blurring as he struggled to hold her upright.

    In the distance, Agamemnon stood, his face twisted into a maddened grin. His sword, still glowing with the remnants of Hera''s blessing, radiated heat as he watched the chaos he had unleashed.

    The battlefield was silent for a moment, the aftermath of the attack leaving both allies and enemies in stunned disbelief.

    Nathan''s grip tightened around Sienna''s lifeless form, his teeth gritted against the pain and rage building within him.

    "Sienna, look at me..." Nathan''s voice, hoarse and strained, barely carried over the battlefield''s chaos. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips as he coughed violently, the gaping hole in his stomach stealing away what little strength he had left.

    Despite the pain that threatened to pull him into unconsciousness, his trembling hands reached for Sienna''s lifeless form. Her head lolled weakly against his chest, and her once-brilliant blue eyes were glazed over, unfocused.

    "Please, Sienna..." His voice cracked, his words trembling with desperation. "It''s me... Nathan... Please wake up..."

    But there was no response. Her body was unnervingly still, her breaths shallow, if they existed at all.

    Nathan''s heart clenched. No, it couldn''t be her. Not Sienna.

    Among his siblings, Sienna was the one who had always stood by him. She had never belittled him, never spat cruel words in his direction like others had. While she wasn''t outgoing or sociable, she had shown him a quiet, steadfast love, always doing her best to ease his burdens. Her kindness had been a light in the oppressive darkness of his life.

    His mind reeled as the horrifying reality began to set in. Sienna, the sister he cherished most, was slipping away.

    Meanwhile, the Gods of Troy stood frozen, their divine forms exuding shock and disbelief.

    Aphrodite clutched her chest, her face pale with worry. Ares glared at the scene, his hands balled into fists, a fire of rage simmering in his eyes. Artemis, ever stoic, had an arrow nocked and drawn, her gaze narrowing at Hera, Athena, and Poseidon.

    None of them had anticipated this.

    Hera, Athena, and Poseidon had gone against Zeus''s explicit orders to protect Nathan. It was a calculated and treacherous move, one made possible by Hera''s deception. She had kept the truth of Zeus''s slumber hidden, ensuring no one would question her actions until it was too late.

    Now, the battlefield was steeped in their betrayal, and Nathan was on the brink of death.

    Nathan''s trembling hand rested against Sienna''s cheek, but her blue eyes had already fluttered closed. Her breathing slowed to almost nothing, her skin growing unnervingly pale.

    "No..." he whispered, his voice breaking.

    His destination was clear: Liphiel.

    The moment her eyes caught sight of his approach, Liphiel''s composed demeanor shattered. Her expression twisted into one of sheer terror, her fear written plainly across her face. In a frantic attempt to defend herself, she raised her staff, her hands trembling as she summoned every ounce of her divine power.

    "Celestial Magic! Kill this evil being! Spear of the God of Light!" she cried, her voice tinged with desperation.

    A radiant spear materialized in her grasp, its golden glow pulsating with celestial energy. The spear''s brilliance was blinding, a weapon forged to combat the vilest darkness, designed to counter the power wielded by the previous Demon King himself.

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    He surged toward her with unwavering resolve, his dark aura crackling ominously. The spear, with its divine brilliance, launched toward him, ripping through the air with a deafening BADAAAAM! Its light was so intense that it forced even those far away to shield their eyes. The spear radiated a purity so potent it seemed to consume darkness itself.

    Yet Nathan remained undeterred.

    With a sharp motion, he drew his weapon—a blade as dark as the abyss, imbued with the essence of the Demon King. As the spear neared, Nathan swung his sword down in a single, decisive strike.

    BADOOOOOM!

    The clash of powers unleashed a cataclysmic explosion, the resulting shockwave rippling across the battlefield. The celestial spear splintered into two, its fragments disintegrating into nothingness.

    Liphiel froze, her expression one of absolute disbelief. Her mouth fell open, her wide eyes reflecting the impossible reality before her. She barely had time to react before Nathan appeared in front of her, his hand lashing out like a viper.

    He seized her throat in an iron grip.

    "Gaaah!" Liphiel choked, her voice rasping as her glasses shattered and fell away. Nathan slammed her into the ground with enough force to crack the earth beneath her.

    He loomed over her, his golden, demonic eyes glowing like twin suns in the darkness. His voice was low, venomous, and laced with malice.

    "I finally got you, little bitch," he spat, his tone devoid of any warmth.

    Liphiel gasped for air, her voice a strained whisper. "Y...you''re him... Nathan," she managed, her words barely audible.

    Nathan''s grip tightened mercilessly around her throat, cutting off her air entirely. "I told you, Liphiel at that time," he said, his voice as cold as death itself. "Killing me would come with consequences."

    Liphiel clawed at his hand, her struggles futile against his overwhelming strength.

    Without waiting for her to respond, Nathan summoned his magic. Darkness coiled around his form, and with a flick of his hand, flames erupted. The fire, born of his wrath and enhanced by his dark magic, ignited Liphiel''s body.