The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

"Are you seriously going to continue ignoring my existence?" The voice was female, sweet, almost bewitching. Karsha froze, his body stiffening as the sound washed over him.

It was as if the voice wrapped around his mind, pulling at something deep within him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of intrigue and alarm.

The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before. It wasn't just the words; it was the tone, the inflection, the way each syllable seemed to caress his senses. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, the world around him seemed to blur.

Suddenly, the time tablet shook violently. Karsha's eyes widened in surprise as an ethereal glow emanated from the artifact. The air around him crackled with energy, and a shimmering light filled the room. From the midst of this radiance, a figure began to take shape.

An ethereal beauty emerged, her form delicate and otherworldly. Her long, flowing hair cascaded like liquid silver, and her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of violet, seemed to hold galaxies within them. She floated just above the ground, her presence both calming and awe-inspiring.

Karsha's breath caught in his throat as he took in her appearance. She was unlike any being he had ever encountered. Her beauty was transcendent, and her aura radiated an ancient, powerful energy.

"Who... who are you?" Karsha managed to ask, his voice barely more than a whisper. He was captivated for a second. The beauty looked at him with an emotionless expression and opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could come out, another beauty appeared beside her.

"She is Elexa, or as most people call her, The Bewitching Time Witch," Elara said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Elexa's gaze shifted to Elara, her eyes narrowing. "Elara, the self-righteous Sword Maiden. It's a pleasure to see that even ancient beings like you still enjoy their petty squabbles."

Elara's expression darkened. "Petty squabbles? Oh, please. Coming from you, that's rich. The last time we met, you were more interested in making deals with the shadows than actually doing anything useful."

Elexa arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I see you're still bitter about the time I outmaneuvered you. But let's not forget, dear Elara, who was it that ended up causing that little mess with the Time Nexus? Yes, that's right. It was your oh-so-precious sword techniques that couldn't keep up."

Elara's eyes flashed with anger. "My sword techniques? At least I have a purpose. Unlike you, who's just a time-spinning gossip queen with a penchant for drama. It's not enough that you meddle with time, now you're here to interfere with my business. How typical." Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

Elexa smirked. "Interfere with your business? Really? Last I checked, you were the one scrambling to clean up the mess left behind after your so-called adventures. Don't pretend your blade isn't prone to mistakes, Elara. I've seen it myself."

Elara raised her chin defiantly. "At least my mistakes don't involve meddling with the natural order. You're so obsessed with your little time games that you forget there are consequences. Your meddling has cost lives, Elexa. How many worlds have you sacrificed for your own amusement?"

Elexa's face grew cold. "Oh, spare me the high and mighty act. I recall you having your share of blunders—like that time you lost control of the Celestial Sword. How many innocent bystanders were affected by that little episode? Don't act so superior, Elara. We all have our flaws."

Karsha, standing between them, felt like he was watching an intense verbal duel. The tension was palpable, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by the sharp exchanges. Elara and Elexa's bickering was more than just an argument; it was a display of long-standing rivalry and deep-seated animosity. He knew best to stand on the sideline.

Elara took a step closer, her voice low and menacing. "You think you know everything, don't you? Well, let me remind you, Elexa, that your so-called mastery over time doesn't make you infallible. You've had your failures, just as you've had your victories."

Elexa's eyes narrowed further. "And you think your sword is the be-all and end-all of existence? Don't be naive, Elara. There are forces beyond your comprehension, forces that even your precious blade can't touch. Just because you wield a sword doesn't mean you're the arbiter of all things you bitch"

Elara's grip tightened around her ethereal sword hilt, her anger barely contained. "And just because you can twist time doesn't mean you can escape the consequences of your actions. Don't think for a second that your manipulations will go unnoticed."

Elexa's lips curled into a smirk. "And don't think for a second that your arrogance will get you anywhere. You may be a Sword Maiden, but you're not above the repercussions of your own decisions. We all have our roles to play, and mine just happens to involve a bit more nuance than your straightforward blade."

The argument continued, each beauty hurling curses at the other. Karsha watched, a spectator caught amid their heated exchange. The tension between Elara and Elexa was thick, their words like daggers aimed at each other.

Despite the verbal sparring, there was an undeniable energy in their interactions—a history of conflict, rivalry, and unresolved issues. Karsha realized he was witnessing a clash of titans, each with their own unique power and perspective, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and concern about the nature of their relationship.

Karsha, feeling the escalating tension between Elara and Elexa, decided it was time to step in. He cleared his throat, attempting to project calm authority. "Ladies, can we please just take a moment to—"

Elexa cut him off with a sharp, dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, spare us your attempts at diplomacy, Karsha. It's quite amusing to see someone like you, so insignificant in the grand scheme, trying to mediate between ancient powers."

Elara's eyes flashed dangerously. "Is that how you truly feel, Elexa? How typical. You've always had a knack for belittling others while pretending to be superior."

Elexa laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "And you're still as sanctimonious as ever, Elara. Do you think your little sword tricks and lofty ideals make you better than everyone else? You're nothing but a pretentious relic of the past."

Elara's expression turned dark, her voice low and menacing. "And you're a time-wasting charlatan who thinks she's untouchable because she can manipulate time. Your so-called power doesn't change the fact that you're a coward hiding behind your illusions."

Elexa's eyes narrowed into slits. "At least I'm not foolish enough to think that brute force and swordsmanship are the answers to everything. You're blind to the bigger picture, Elara, and your arrogance will be your undoing."

Karsha, feeling the heat of their exchange, stepped forward. "Alright, enough! Both of you—"

Elexa cut him off with a harsh, scornful glance. "Oh, look at you, trying to play peacemaker. You're nothing more than a pawn in this game, Karsha. You're not equipped to understand the intricacies of our conflict."

Elara's temper flared. "You insolent witch! How dare you speak to him like that? Karsha has more understanding and integrity than you ever will. If anyone is a pawn, it's you, manipulating time to your own whims and fancy!"

Elexa's face twisted into a sneer. "Integrity? Really? Coming from someone who lost control of her precious sword and nearly destroyed everything around her? Don't make me laugh. Your so-called integrity is nothing but a façade."

The argument reached a fever pitch, the air crackling with their anger. Karsha felt a pang of frustration and decided to intervene once more. "Listen, both of you need to calm down. Can't we just—"

Elexa interrupted him with a sharp glare. "Oh, please, Karsha. Don't you see? You're just a distraction, a temporary annoyance in our ongoing saga. This has nothing to do with you. You're merely caught in the crossfire of our long-standing feud. If I were you, I will scram with my tails between my legs before this bitch losses control of her sword"

Elara's rage boiled over, and she snapped, "You think you can dismiss Karsha like that? Just because you have your time games doesn't mean you can belittle others. If anyone is a distraction, it's you, with your petty grievances and manipulations!"

Elexa's eyes flashed with anger. "And I suppose you'll lecture me about the consequences of my actions? Look at yourself, Elara. You're so wrapped up in your own righteousness that you can't even see the damage you've caused."

Karsha tried to reason with them again. "Please, just—"

Before he could finish, Elara's gaze turned cold, her tone dripping with scorn. "Elexa, for all your claims of superiority, you're nothing but a pathetic shadow of what you once were. Do you want to know a secret about Karsha? One that even he doesn't know?"

Elexa's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her anger. "A secret? What are you talking about?"

Elara's voice was icy, her words carrying a weight of ancient knowledge. "Karsha is tied to a prophecy from the Primordial Era. He possesses the bloodline of a long-lost celestial warrior, one who was destined to balance the forces of creation and destruction. This bloodline is the reason he has such immense potential and why he will targeted by so many. It's also why you should be cautious."

Elexa's face turned pale, her confidence shattered as the weight of Elara's revelation sank in. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her knees buckled. She sank to the ground, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and astonishment. "You... You don't mean—"

"Yes, Elexa," Elara said, her tone cold and devoid of the usual warmth. "The one you're thinking about, the one we all bend the knee to, the one that saved us. The very same celestial warrior from the Primordial Era."

Elexa's expression was a blend of shock and horror. She stammered, "I... I didn't realize..."

Elara's gaze remained unyielding. "You've been too wrapped up in your own games and manipulations to see the bigger picture. This isn't just about petty rivalries or personal vendettas. This is about forces far greater than ourselves."

Elexa's hands trembled as she looked up at Elara, her arrogance replaced by genuine concern. "I... I am truly sorry. I didn't know—"

Elara cut her off sharply. "It's not me you should apologize to Sister, the person you should be apologizing to should be him"

Elexa, still kneeling, bowed her head deeply, her posture one of genuine submission. "Please, forgive me. I didn't mean any harm. I'll do whatever it takes to make amends."

Karsha stood there, stunned by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. He had been a mere spectator to a fierce exchange, and now, he was left to process the implications of the secret that had just been revealed.