The world... held its breath.
Somewhere between heaven and hell, silence reigned. Not peace—no. It was the silence before a storm so great, even the gods forgot how to pray.
The sky had turned black.
The stars vanished.
And then, reality screamed.
BOOM!
A violent burst of power exploded from the ruined temple where Kael stood. A vortex of shadow and violet flame spiraled upward, piercing the heavens, ripping through clouds as if protesting the very laws of creation.
Seven ancient seals, once bound in divine essence, now lay shattered like meaningless glass. Symbols etched by gods, spells powered by forgotten celestial cores, barriers forged with the lifeblood of demon kings—all of it... broken.
At the center of it all stood one figure.
Not Kael. Not anymore.
Azrion.
Fully awakened.
His presence bent the world. Mountains in the distance cracked. Rivers reversed their flow. The sky above him bled as dark halos swirled behind his head—seven of them, each pulsing with god-slaying power.
His eyes opened slowly.
Black irises… no, not black. Endless. A void where stars were born and died.
> "You fools thought I was sealed.
You thought time would bury me.
You forgot… that I am not a being.
I am a consequence."
His voice was calm, too calm. The kind that made hearts stop and wills crumble.
Several divine watchers—celestial guardians from the upper realms—descended, their wings of light shimmering, their blades drawn. They formed a circle, chanting sacred verses meant to bind chaos itself.
Azrion barely looked at them.
> "You come bearing judgment?
Then be judged."
He raised a single hand.
And spoke one word:
"Perish."
The gods didn't die. No screams. No cries. No war.
They simply turned to ash.
Mid-air. Mid-prayer. Gone.
The ground rumbled violently. Lightning struck sideways. The fabric of the world groaned as if trying to pull away from Azrion's very presence.
And inside his mind… Kael trembled.
> "A-Azrion… this power… it's too much…"
Azrion's voice replied, but not with anger. It was gentle—fatherly.
> "Do not fear me, Kael. I did not return to destroy you.
I returned because of you."
Kael stood inside Azrion's soul, watching memories swirl—his parents' deaths, the betrayal of the gods, the endless loneliness of being the last.
Tears welled in Kael's eyes. Even now, with the world shivering at his feet, Azrion still remembered kindness.
Azrion turned to the sky, gazing at the divine palace of the high gods far above the clouds.
He extended both arms outward.
And the wings of the abyss unfurled.
Not angelic. Not demonic. Something older. Made of raw void, galaxies trapped inside them, like ancient prison stars still screaming in silence.
> "Heaven…
I'm coming home."
And as he stepped forward, the world—all of it—shivered again.