Location: Elarion Fields – Seconds after the Spear of Judgement
The heavens cracked.
A spear made of divine starlight came crashing down from the skies, trailing destruction like a comet.
It pierced Kael's chest.
Silence.
No screams.
No resistance.
Just the sound of flesh meeting fate.
Kael's eyes widened… and then faded.
He collapsed, dust rising around his body—motionless, blood blooming beneath him.
High in the clouds, on a throne of light, a young god watched the scene unfold with a smirk.
Golden hair. Radiant armor.
Eyes burning with arrogance.
> "So this… was the vessel of the so-called Demon God?"
> "Pathetic. One strike, and he crumbles."
He laughed, tossing another apple into the void like he was above all creation.
Meanwhile… In the Hidden Realm of Ancients
An enormous stone hall.
Ruined. Cracked. Burnt by forgotten wars.
There sat a god unlike the rest—the Ancient One.
A missing arm wrapped in black chains. One eye closed forever.
The only god who ever faced Azrion… and lived.
He sat alone, sipping from a cup made of dragon bone, when a servant rushed in.
> "My lord! A young god struck the Demon Vessel! They say… it's over."
The Ancient God did not smile.
Instead, he looked toward the skies… and whispered:
> "You fools."
He stood up, voice echoing with power, shaking the air itself.
> "You think he fell?"
"You think a spear—even one forged in stardust—can end Azrion?"
> "I fought him. I bled beside him. I watched him slaughter gods with a gaze."
He raised his hand, showing the empty space where his left once was.
> "This… was Azrion's mercy."
His single eye burned.
> "You don't understand what's inside that boy."
> "That's not a vessel. That's a coffin of rage, sealed by centuries."
> "And you just opened it."
Back on Earth
Kael's body lay still.
But inside… it was not silent.
In the void of Kael's soul…
> Azrion stood alone in the blackness, watching Kael's limp spirit float.
He kneeled beside him, brushing a hand over his chest.
> "So they've chosen death over wisdom."
> "They dared to touch what was mine."
Azrion stood slowly.
His eyes ignited—violet and void.
> "Kael… rest."
> "Now, it's my turn."
Kael's body began to move.
First, his fingers.
Then his eyes.
They opened—but it wasn't Kael anymore.
Azrion had awakened.
Hair turned darker. A faint black aura radiated from his back like wings of shadow.
His feet left the ground. The world began to tremble.
The spear that once pierced him?
Turned to ash.
He looked up at the arrogant god above.
And spoke—only once.
> "You dare strike me… and call yourself divine?"
His voice shattered the air.
Even the arrogant god's smile faded.
From the heavens, clouds twisted.
Thunder rolled.
And the world—both mortal and divine—felt it.
The return of the god they tried to erase.
End of Chapter 7