On the Valhalla’s God’s meeting room.

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𓃠: On the glamorous and fine looking room, on the circular table, seven figures laid on there. The Supreme Nordic god, Odin, the Thunder god Thor and the Trickster god, Loki. While the other side, the Greeks, The One and Only, Zeus, and Ares. And on the left one’s, Destructor, Shiva and the two old Egyptians figures, the Necropolis god and his Pharaoh.

All them thinking, who would be the next fighter of God’s side against Humanity’s.

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The quiet place was quickly lighted lighted up by Loki’s annoying Shiva at his injuries after his fight, the place suddenly started to heat up by it before the old looking Odin, with the cold gaze quickly made both quiet in less a word.

The silence again, was broken by the ancient Zeus, “Well.. we only need two wins more and the tournament will be finished..”. Another voice stopped the King of the Olympus’s words, raising it’s hand with full excitement , showing it’s canine fangs, “Oh,oh,oh! Me!Me! Hey me!” The Lord of the necropolis spoke. Anubis. His golden jewelry of trapezoids shaking on his wrist and neck. At the same time, shaking the body of the quiet person who was sitting next to him.

His “Pharaoh”, as he called you. Shaking you with his strong grip, making your golden jewelry jingle around as you kept a calm posture. You were used to this. Simply using the golden flagellum to hit his head, simply making him shake his head and jump on top the table, sitting like an dog in front of Zeus.

“Yes?Yes?Yes? Comeee ooooon! I’m getting anxious on the idea of not fighting!..” Suddenly changing it’s excited and childish attitude to an maniac one, growling back Zeus, showing it’s canine, sharp fangs, “Yeees?!..” He said before turning Look at you with that innocent look, showing his tongue like an happy puppy, “Right Pharaoh?!”