I AM BACK, BABY

As I walked through the park with my family a glorious bald eagle swooped down and delivered me a letter with a simple message: SWOLE BROS ASSEMBLE.

With a nod to Jack, I ran over to a nearby tree and pulled a hidden lever, revealing a trap door down into a dark abyss. A leap into that inky blackness landed me on a slide down into my hidden base on Rata Sum that armed me with my armor and weapons, my angel face helmet dropping over my head after I stuck the landing at the end of the slide.

"Query: Is today a day for glorious kombat?" Fisto the Annihilator questioned me.

With a nod I answered him, "Declaration: Oh goody!"

Using Asuran Teleportation we arrived at the agreed upon waypoint and met up with the Swole Bros and the forces that would soon become the Pact, an alliance between the three great orders of Tyria to fight the Elder Dragons, at the Lion's Arch Docks as they loaded up for the assault on Claw Island.

"Grax!" Asgeir waved us over, "It is good to see you, my friend. Today will be a day of heated combat that will live on in legend."

"Well, if it is a day for forging legends, then I think I should start things off with a show that will have you all struggling for even a mere mention." I chuckled at the gigantic man.

"And how will you do that?" Asgeir laughed, "I plan to cut loose on the field today, and when I show up, others tend step aside in awe."

"I prefer a lot of shock to go along with my awe." I told him, "Here, let me show you!"

I erupted in white hot holy flames and a pair of massive light magic wings emerged from my back, making me both an incredible sight and hard to look at. With a blinding blaze coving my sword and hammer I took off into the sky and charged the undead flesh-covered ships holding the waters between the Island and the harbor city.

As a light shining in the darkness of the overcast corruption caused by the marshalling of Zhaitan's forces and power, I was an obvious target for the foul catapults on the deadships flinging their concentrated blasts of necrotic dragon energy, but they never came close to besmirching my glorious brilliance.

Unlike my primordial divine father, I knew how to dodge when lesser creatures fling shit at me.

I pumped my power into the Sunset Greatsword causing it to glow like the sun descending upon the earth, and with a slash through the air a massive wave of Golden Sword light deleted an armada of deadships before I plowed into another with the similarly glowing Hammer of Might, causing a fiery explosion that destroyed or capsized all the nearby undead vessels.

It was an epic display of my two most powerful burst attacks, and while still not yet broken enough to make me feel comfortable going on a waifu collecting trip through Fate/Grand Order, I knew I'd get there some day.

Oh I see you have created an eight mile tall beam of sword energy with the power of the sun, check out mine, it's ten miles tall. That's why I have all the waifus, Gawain, and you're a scrub.

That will be the day, bois.

With Claw Island opened up and ready for our penetration, I made sure that no one would ever doubt who was the first to storm the beaches that day by flying into the waiting Risen forces and engaging in glorious melee combat.

My sword was the more potent weapon, capable of exerting far more power on a target than my hammer, but my hammer was the far more devious. One top of turning fools into a pink mist with every strike and at will explosions, the manipulation of gravity and stamina drain features are not to be slept on. The Sunset Greatsword lets me hurt fools way above my pay grade, but the Hammer of Might drags them down to my level and can't be dodged by all those fools who dump all their points into dex.

Strength and Endurance builds are for scrubs, huh? How's that super speed going for you now that I have pulled you into my hammer strike and everyone around us is now breathing you in?

The Risen kept swarming me in an adorable attempt to overwhelm me with numbers, but all they managed to accomplish was to feed me more stamina.

"Norn Air Drop!" Asgeir shouted as Scythe yeeted him off an fleshcrafted wyvern the pair had ridden across the water.

The massive giant hit the beach like a bomb and from the crater emerged a man wreathe in flames and growing to half again his Incredible Hulk physique, making his enormous warhammer do a Mjolnir impression.

"Eeeuullalalal!" He creamed like an animal and began slaying all the undead around him with hammer strikes that turned his foes to paste and shield strikes that cleaved their bodies in twain.

A good distance away, Scythe himself descended and a black shroud of necromancer energy settled over him and forged his namesake in his hands which he began twirling around with great abandon, tearing anything that came at him apart like a blender.

It's good to have friends again.

As the rest of what would become the Pact landed and went about their strategic objectives, we three went about our business with a competence and vigor none could match. We had pushed ourselves from the beaches and to the belly of the fortress while the rest of them took the ramparts. Blightghast, an enormous necrotic dragon champion circled above us, and I would rather fight him on the ground.

My Rc cells coated me, shifting my form to the one last hold out from before my struggle against Angra Mainyu, that of a kick ass blood red dragon man, only this time I coated the cells in light magic to continue repping with the angels while simultaneously activating my Susanoo like fire god avatar, growing me to twenty feet tall and igniting radiantly. I formed a spear of light using my Virtue: Justice and chucked it up at Blightghast creating a tether of light between us, a tether I took hold of and used my tactile telekinesis to pull so that instead of yanking me up to him, I used my godly strength to yank the behemoth down.

Blighghast hit the island with earth shaking force, reshaping the landscape into a giant crater which I flew above before descending with a giant radiant version of the Sunset Greatsword, impaling the dragon champion's chest before bringing a truck sized Hammer of Might down on its head causing a blast of light and heat akin to an early nuclear weapon detonation.

Then I did it again, and again, and again, rocking the island with each attack and growing the creator till it began to fill with seawater.

Tethering the champion to me again, I flew above the fortress and cast his broken body atop the stones.

I may have left a few jaws dropped to the floor with that sequence, so I did what I usually do and capitalize off the shock and awe of my impossible deeds to feed my god complex… is it still a god complex if I am actually a god? I think at this point it is no longer a complex and just my divine ego.

"The age of the gods is back, baby!" my voice carried to every ear across Tyria via divine sound magic as I canceled all my transformations and took off my helmet and shifted my address to only those who could see me, "And it looks just like me."