Duel for the fate of all creation!

Zora waves a hand, and Daisy is bound and gagged with chains of flickering light.

"I'll deal with you later, you little traitor," she scowls. "I hope you like the idea of spending the rest of eternity waist deep in a pool of aphrodisiac slime, forever on the brink of orgasm, with the key to your chastity belt hanging just out of reach above your head."

From the look on Daisy's face, she doesn't mind the idea at all. But you have bigger things to worry about than coming up with fun activities for your next slumber party. Zora's eyes flash with lightning as she turns to look at you. When she speaks, her voice is like thunder.

"So you've got your hands on the fire. Big deal. I've been wielding this power since the literal dawn of time. What makes you think you're ready to defeat me?"

On the inside, for the first time in your life, you feel just the slightest glimmer of doubt. But there's no reason to let her gain the upper hand. You offer your cockiest grin and say, "Should be easy."

"Easy? You think this will be easy?"

"Yeah. After all, you're just a girl."

You hear a scream of pure rage as Zora flings a bolt of cosmic energy across the mountaintop, aiming to disintegrate you into subatomic particles. You deflect it with a shield of intergalactic darkness, at the battle is on.

Far below, in the gardens of the gods, satyrs look up in awe at the top of Mount Olympus, where dazzling lights and earth-shaking thunderclaps indicate that cosmic energies are being brought to bear. The nymphs cease their mocking of Fea and rush out of the High Hall of the Gods, to stand in the courtyard and watch the distant duel.

Across the whole world, men and women pause in their daily tasks. Deer stop chewing grass, fish stop swimming and the wings of butterflies fall still. It's as if all of creation has fallen silent, waiting for its ultimate destiny to be decided.

Zora assaults you with the forces of primal fire, and you respond with the forces of absolute ice. Zora calls upon the aid of the ancient titans, and you counter by summoning the spirits of the outer planets. Zora bends space itself to her will, and you reply by manipulating the very fabric of time.

Finally, you find yourself spent. You've used the last of your resources, wielded the last of your cosmic energies. The battle could have taken hours, or years, or mere seconds. You don't know. all you know is that one final blow from Zora could end you.

But when you look at her, she's as tired as you are. Her midnight-dark hair is loose, her proud Amazonian face slick with sweat, her pure white robe singed and stained with the dirt of battle. She raises a hand to hurl one last bolt of energy at you, but only a few sparks fly from her fingers.

"This isn't over," she scowls, making one last feeble attempt to obliterate your soul. She can barely even conjure a puff of smoke. The fire in her hands has dwindled to a few embers, and she doesn't have the strength to get any more. "You belong to me, mortal. Nobody... nobody insults the Queen of the Gods."

You smile.

Then, you take something out of your pocket. You hold it up for her to see. And you have the satisfaction of seeing Zora's eyes go wide, as the Queen of the Gods beholds her ultimate destiny.

A plain pair of white cotton panties. Of course, you keep a pair on you at all times, just in case of emergencies.

You grasp them in your hand, and concentrate. As Zora watches, her eyes wide and dark as the night sky, you feel the power flow through your body. Just a trickle of power, hardly anything compared to the incredible forces you were wielding just moments ago. But enough.

"I told you, Zora," you say, as she takes a step backwards. "At the end of the day... you're just a girl."