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The training ground of Olympus was serene moments ago, but now Emily found herself slicing through grotesque creatures with her sword, sweat dripping down her face. She had barely caught her breath from sparring with Bellona before these monsters appeared. "Bellona, what are these things?!" Emily yelled, dodging a claw swipe from a hulking beast. "They’re things that will kill you, half-titan, if you don’t kill them first," Bellona shouted back, her Aegisfang smashing through several enemies in a single swing. Her red eyes glowed faintly as she surveyed the battlefield. Emily gritted her teeth, blocking an attack and countering with a clean slice through another creature’s neck. She thought, These things are so slow compared to Bellona. At least there’s that. Bellona summoned a scroll, its parchment glowing with Olympian runes. A swirling black hole materialized in the air, sucking in the remaining monsters. “Not bad, half-titan,” Bellona said, lowering her weapon. “You’re

--- The Nalgus Battle Games Arena was alive with tension. Elizabeth Higgins’ Zilfur stood alone, facing the battered but menacing form of Xiu Ying Hong’s Glyphor Fang. Around them, the desert-like battlefield bore the marks of a hard-fought struggle—collapsed cliffs, scattered debris, and the motionless forms of disabled Nalgus units. Elizabeth gripped her controls tightly. The voices of her teammates cheering her on over the comms faded into the background. “I can’t believe it's down to one on one again!” The announcer’s voice boomed across the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is it! The final confrontation between Elizabeth Higgins of the Zion Lions and Xiu Ying Hong of the Iron Typhoon! Will history repeat itself, or can Higgins pull off a miraculous victory?” --- Xiu Ying’s smirk was audible over the comms. “So, what’s it going to be, golden girl? Got any more tricks up your sleeve?” Elizabeth’s plasma blade hissed to life as she raised it defensively. “This is the worst

The Justice League gathered in the tower, the air thick with tension as Diana relayed Sam’s vision. Tanya, Bran, and Sam sat close, the weight of the situation evident on their faces. “Sam’s vision showed Bellona in battle against the League,” Diana began. “The outcome wasn’t clear, but it emphasized her danger.” Green Lantern crossed his arms. “No offense, but visions? They’re not exactly reliable intelligence.” Batman’s deep voice cut through the skepticism. “They’re worth considering. I’ve worked with Zatanna and Constantine enough to know visions carry warnings. We should prepare.” Sam fidgeted nervously. “It wasn’t specific. Just Bellona... fighting all of you. It felt overwhelming.” Diana nodded. “Bellona has been one of my most formidable opponents. Perhaps even more dangerous than Grail.” The room fell silent. Superman’s expression turned serious. “If she’s that strong, we need to figure out how to counter her abilities. Can we neutralize her weapon-summoning?” Green

The North Pole Gym was eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by the rhythmic crunch of boots on snow as Krampette approached the brightly lit ring. Inside, Merry Molly bounced lightly on her toes, her festive purple and lace-patterned boxing attire shimmering under the overhead lights. The "Sweet Mauler" exuded her signature mix of charm and determination, her pink gloves striking against the frosty air. Krampette climbed into the ring, her bells jingling with every step, a mischievous grin playing across her face. Dressed in her red fur-trimmed gear and sporting her iconic horns, she leaned on the ropes, watching Molly with playful disdain. “I heard you needed a real challenge to get ready for Trixie,” Krampette teased, tightening her gloves. “Well, lucky for you, the Holiday Punisher has some free time.” Molly smirked, her blue eyes glinting with confidence. “You’re not exactly what I’d call ‘serious training,’ but I suppose I could use a warm-up.” The two touched

The North Pole Gym was buzzing with the energy of preparation. Trixie Frost stood in the center of the ring, throwing sharp jabs into the air as she focused on her upcoming fight against Merry Molly. Dressed in her glittering blue sports bra and shorts with snowflake accents, she moved with an icy determination, her frosted white gloves catching the light. Her sparring partners were lined up, but none matched the challenge she sought to push her skills further. Suddenly, the heavy double doors creaked open, and a gust of cold wind swept through the gym. The bells jingling followed as Krampette stepped inside, her horns glinting under the overhead lights. Dressed in her festive red and white fur-trimmed boxing attire, she sauntered toward the ring, her mischievous grin widening as she caught sight of Trixie. “Well, well,” Krampette drawled, leaning against the ropes. “Looks like I’ve found one of Santa’s little boxers hard at work. What do you say we make things more…

The Nalgus Battle Games Arena was alive with the roar of thousands of spectators. The energy was electric, with holographic banners displaying the faces of the Zion Lions and the Iron Typhoon as they prepared to clash. Drone cameras hovered over the expansive desert-like arena, broadcasting every moment to millions across the Folium Empire. The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to today’s electrifying match! A true clash of opposites awaits us: the Zion Lions, representing the wealth and prestige of the Inner Circle, versus the Iron Typhoon, hailing from the rugged Outer Ring, where hardship and resilience reign supreme!” The crowd erupted in cheers and chants as the announcer continued. “And let’s not forget, folks, Eliza Higgins—mother of Elizabeth Higgins—was the very first pilot to rise from the Outer Circle to the Inner Circle! Her legacy of grit and determination is carried on by her daughter, who now leads the Zion Lions in their

Diana stood before Zeus, her gaze unwavering despite the thunderous atmosphere of his throne room. The All-Father loomed above her, his expression a mix of irritation and concern. “You are bold, Diana, to come here and ask this of me,” Zeus rumbled. “The Half-Titan is too dangerous to let roam freely on Earth.” Diana took a step forward. “She is just a girl trying to make sense of her powers. We were training her on Themyscira—” Zeus interrupted with a wave of his hand. “And that training divided your people, did it not? The fault lines within the Amazons show how much of a threat she already poses.” “She poses no threat if she learns control,” Diana countered. “We were making progress—” “Progress?” Zeus’s voice boomed, shaking the walls. “Her power grows, and with it, the risk. There are Titans who still harbor resentment against us, factions who could see her as a rallying symbol. Worse yet, if her mother, Thea, decides to return…” His expression darkened. “Do you think