Just as he landed, a pair of survivors rushed over–a sword-wielding man and a bow-carrying woman that tried to lend a hand.
"Hey, man, are you alright?--" The brunette swordsman asked, extending a hand down.
Jotham picked himself up, pushing aside the person that tried to help him as he didn't spare them so much as a glance.
Across the glass structure, Finn watched alongside Polaris and another as the divine figure rose to heights just below the world's ceiling.
The man with a white half-cape in light armor, holding a silver bow watched, "What's he doing now?"
[Name: Orion] [Designated Class: Archer] [Level: 43]
"I'm not sure–it doesn't look good," Finn answered.
Polaris watched with an excited smile, "Feel that? The air is getting electric."
"It has been," Finn responded.
The assault of countless projectiles towards the God of Heroes was rejected by an electric pulse as the divine figure remained just beneath the cracked orb.
Sirius acknowledged those below amidst the storm at the world's end, waving his hand, "--In what could be the final breaths of history, fight alongside me, Villains of The World–those who sought their greed, malice."
From the invocation of the thunderous god, colossal seals manifested in the sky within a ring around Sirius himself. Each resembled the rune of an unknown language, holding a prismatic glow.
"I've imprisoned you all for eons, but now–we fight together! If I fall, so too does the world–then so too does your world, calamitous beasts!" Sirius shouted, snapping his fingers.
An eruption of wind emerged from the seals as they shattered and split, opening gateways that peeked into a nebulous void. From each of the four otherworldly prisons, creatures of unfathomable origins heeded the call of Sirius.
"Are you serious–?!" Finn shouted.
"Isn't that sort of...cheating? A boss summoning more bosses?" Orion gulped, looking up in fearful astonishment.
On the other hand, Polaris looked as excited as ever as his muscles almost seemed to swell with readiness at the new challenge.
[BOSS Identified: "Maneater Kildraun, The Burning Giant"] [Level: 50]
A cyclops landed on the glass valley, encased in smoldering skin with flames spewing from the cracks in his body, producing heat waves with each breath.
[BOSS Identified: "Vale, The First Vampire"] [Level: 52]
Jotham breathed out, flicking his blade as it scattered smaller traces of electricity across the sky-high glass, "Worry about hitting your shots. I'll handle getting the job done."
"Sure thing. Let me know how that goes," Zion remarked with cold sarcasm.
Amidst the storm of gunfire and magic flung through the skies in clashes against Sirius' thunder, Jotham ascended with the essence of lightning. As a cobalt bolt, he chased after the magenta streak in the sky.
It took every bit of ability from Jotham to propel himself just enough to intercept Sirius, cutting him off amidst the array of deadly fireworks. He quickly slashed at the purple bolt just as the God of Heroes returned to physical form, blocking the electrified blade with an elemental blockade.
As he found his sword stopped entirely, Jotham flexed his body, calling upon the full authority of [Zeus] as his body was instilled with godly strength and thunder. With another volley of plentiful spells coming in, Sirius began to fly back, though the slayer didn't allow him to separate, forcibly keeping up.
"--You can't run!" Jotham shouted.
Following his words, the slayer swept in between a group of amethyst orbs of magic that shot right by, slashing his electrified blade at the divinity.
"Who? Me?" Sirius responded as if only now noticing the man who gave chase, spinning around swiftly and countering with a swipe of sharpened lightning.
The thunderous blade stopped the quick slash, reflected as Jotham immediately responded with a flurry of his own slashes. As he moved his sword, he flew alongside Sirius as the war raged below, a colorful array of explosions filling the world's final chapter.
Even as he bolted from one point to the other in the air in rapid succession, swinging his blade each time, it was always one step behind Sirius' maneuvers. He went for a downward slash in an attempt to split the God of Heroes' head in two, though it was evaded by a simple lean by Sirius, however–
Jotham pushed his right hand forward, thrusting a cobalt strike of lightning directly against the divine lord. It landed pointblank, pushing the once unhittable god back as thunder roared through the sky.
Though Jotham's expression remained unmoved as traces of electricity sparked at his fingertips, there was no denying the look in his eyes–an adamant stare at a rival.
Light peeling was left on the chest of Sirius' armor, though it quickly stitched itself back together like fibers of flesh mending, "I see...A bit of my own medicine. That's rich." Sirius remarked.
Amidst the words of the surprised deity, Jotham moved as a flash, sparing no opportunity as he moved his blade for his enemy's neck. It was quickly deflected by a simple push of Sirius' forearm, countering with a snap of his fingers as a small fork of electricity lunged for Jotham's face.
The slayer moved himself in tandem with the rejection of his initial strike, spinning around as he went for a lower slash at the abdomen. It wasn't by intention, but natural instinct that the genetically engineered soldier empowered his blade with lightning, pushing it forward with tiny sparks to increase its speed.
Narrowly, it missed disemboweling the god, only scraping the scales of the armor. A quick counter came in the form of a spinning kick, blocked by the man's right arm as a thunderous impact was felt.
As the leg of Sirius made contact, the defending limb of Jotham momentarily swelled to accommodate, completely nullifying the strike.
Sirius was surprised by the sturdiness of the mortal as he flipped away as a trace of lightning, 'What an abnormal body he has. It adapts in the moment, allocating strength where it's necessary, maximizing his own cells. An attempt at a man-made god,' he thought.
'Closer...I'm getting closer. Just a bit more, a little more–traces, that's all it is. I have to memorize this rhythm, the tune my enemy moves at, the way the wind whistles around his movements,' Jotham took in.
Like an untamed beast, the slayer unleashed flurries of slashes while Sirius only evaded them, as if challenging the man to try and land a hit. In an ever-moving chase in the sky, the one who burdened himself with the salvation of mankind didn't let up; thunderbolts lunged at him, sharply curving to chase at him as he followed the God of Heroes.