The battlefield roared with the fury of the ongoing clash between mortals and divine. While Greed and Insight continued their relentless duel against Sunrise and Sunset, their fierce exchanges illuminating the battlefield with dazzling bursts of gold and shadow, Lexor fixed his gaze on the true target—the God of Sun himself. His emerald-green tabard fluttered with the chaotic winds of war as he tightened his grip on his sword. With unwavering determination, Lexor charged through the fray, cutting down any celestial soldier that dared to block his path.

  The God of Sun sat on his golden throne, towering above the chaos like an untouchable sovereign. His blonde hair streamed like molten gold in the wind, his armor of crimson and gold gleaming as if forged from the heart of a dying star. He watched Lexor approach with a mixture of amusement and disdain, his fiery orange eyes smoldering with divine pride. The elite squadron of Archangels carrying his throne shifted slightly, prepared to intercept the City Lord’s advance.

  "Hold," the God of Sun commanded, his voice resonating across the battlefield like a thunderclap. The Archangels froze in place, their fiery wings trembling with restrained energy. "This one is mine."

  The God of Sun stood, his divine presence overshadowing everything around him, and rose into the air as the light around him intensified. He unsheathed his bow of true starfire, the weapon blazing with celestial energy. Pulling the string back with effortless grace, he unleashed a volley of flaming arrows, each infused with the power of the sun itself. The fiery projectiles tore through the air, leaving trails of blistering heat in their wake.

  Lexor narrowed his gaze, his armor shimmering faintly with emerald energy. "Come then, god," he muttered under his breath. As the arrows descended, Lexor unleashed his full power, his emerald blade glowing with a spectral radiance. He swung his sword with precision, deflecting each arrow in an explosion of green light and sparks. His form seemed to glow brighter as he channeled the energy within him, his defiance striking like a beacon amid the chaos.

  The God of Sun descended further, his bow ready for another attack. "You are bold, human. But boldness does not absolve foolishness." He fired again, this time unleashing a series of concentrated attacks that rained upon Lexor like a storm of celestial wrath.

  Lexor retaliated with sword slashes so precise and fierce that the air crackled around him. His emerald blade tore through the light-infused projectiles, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. He roared as he swung his weapon, unleashing bursts of green energy that surged through the air toward the God of Sun. Their attacks collided mid-flight, creating brilliant explosions of emerald and fiery orange light that forced soldiers on both sides to shield their eyes.

  Both combatants were struck in the chaotic exchange, their attacks searing through armor and flesh. Lexor staggered momentarily, his armor beginning to fracture under the relentless assault. Cracks spidered across the once-pristine emerald plates, the protective runes glowing faintly as if trying to hold their integrity. Yet, while the God of Sun endured the blows with little visible harm, Lexor’s injuries began to mount, his body visibly straining under the weight of the divine attacks.

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  Lexor’s eyes burned with determination as he reached into his pouch and retrieved a single, glowing fruit—the Fruit of the Emerald Tree. The light surrounding it pulsed faintly, imbued with World Energy. Without hesitation, Lexor consumed the fruit, the mystical energy flooding through his veins and enveloping him in an otherworldly green aura. Ghostly tendrils of emerald light radiated from his form, his cracked armor repairing itself temporarily as raw power surged within him.

  The City Lord raised his sword, now wreathed in spectral green flames, and charged toward the God of Sun with renewed vigor. His movements were faster, more precise, as he blurred through the battlefield toward his enemy. The God of Sun readied himself, his fiery wings unfurling as he attempted to take flight. But Lexor was faster. In one swift, powerful strike, Lexor’s emerald blade severed one of the god’s wings.

  The scream that followed reverberated across the battlefield. The God of Sun staggered, his face twisted in rage and pain as he clutched his injured side. The holy light around him exploded outward, engulfing the immediate area and sending Lexor hurtling backward. Lexor crashed into the earth, his helmet shattering upon impact, exposing his bloodied face. For a moment, the City Lord lay motionless, his body battered, his breaths ragged.

  The battlefield seemed to pause as the God of Sun rose anew, his form transforming into something truly terrifying. His physical body erupted into pure holy fire, his radiant form blinding to mortal eyes. His voice thundered across the battlefield as he roared in anger, "You dare strike the heavens themselves!?"

  Lexor pushed himself to his feet, unyielding despite the immense power before him. He gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of energy left in his body. The god raised his bow once more, summoning a volley of a hundred flaming arrows, each brimming with lethal sunfire. The arrows formed a searing wall of divine power and hurtled toward Lexor with devastating speed.

  Lexor did not hesitate. He leapt into the air, his emerald aura flaring as he deflected several of the projectiles with his sword. The others exploded around him, the fiery shockwaves nearly disorienting his path. In one final, desperate maneuver, Lexor launched himself into a dive attack, his blade aimed directly at the God of Sun.

  The emerald sword struck true, piercing the god in the same spot where Lexor had wounded him before. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, the energy crackling like lightning as the green blade tore through divine fire. Lexor's face twisted with effort, his voice a guttural roar of victory.

  But the cost was high.

  The God of Sun, enraged beyond reason, retaliated with a single, devastating blow. His fist burned with holy fire as he drove it into Lexor's chest, the divine energy punching through flesh and armor alike. Lexor’s body convulsed as the fire consumed him, his form disintegrating into nothingness, leaving behind only the faint glow of emerald light that lingered for a fleeting moment before fading completely.

  The battlefield fell silent for a breath, the combatants stunned by the cataclysmic exchange. The City Lord of Verdince—one of humanity’s greatest warriors—was gone, and the God of Sun stood scorched and battered, but victorious. Yet, his missing wing and the wound in his side were undeniable marks of Lexor’s defiance, a testament to the human spirit even in the face of divine wrath.

  As the battle raged on around them, the lingering echoes of Lexor’s sacrifice hung heavy in the air, a reminder that even gods could bleed.