Zerion, now feared across galaxies as the Godkiller,carved a path of destruction through entire star systems. Dozens of champions, demigods, ancient protectors, even living planets tried to stop him. None succeeded. The Omega Sentinels of Nytherion fell in 3 minutes. The Black Phoenix Core collapsed in on itself trying to contain him. Even the Timewarden Dragons fled across timelines to escape his wrath. But then, something stopped him.
Zerion stood alone. Unchallenged. Unstoppable. Until… something roared. From beyond the known edges of reality from the Void Beyond Void, where even light dares not go a rift tore open. From it emerged a creature older than time. The one thing even gods fear. Name: VORAK'THUL, THE STAR EATER Height: Variable. It towers over worlds. Form: Constantly shifting mass of shadow-bone, molten claws, and screaming faces of fallen deities. Eyes: None. It sees through dimensions. Breath Reality decay whatever it touches ceases to exist entirely. Mind A hive of forgotten gods absorbed over eons. Purpose: It doesn't kill to conquer. It hunts power itself. Zerion was next. Zerion hovered, watching it rise from the galactic void like a mountain made of nightmares.
He narrowed his eyes. "For the first time in millennia…" he whispered, "I feel it." Fear.
Vorak'thul roared again its voice shaking galaxies, shattering moons by the echo alone. And then, for the first time… Zerion retreated. The dead planet cracked beneath their feet. Zerion, breathing heavy. His armor shredded. Face bruised, left eye bloodied shut. Veins throbbing with fury, not energy. Across from him Vorak'thul. No longer a swirling void of cosmic fear. Now a living nightmare 10 feet taller than Zerion, skin like torn iron, flesh stitched with godflesh, its claws soaked in the blood of its victims. And it reeked of rot, of centuries-old death. Zerion wiped blood from his lip. His nose broken. Ribs cracked. "Come on, monster," he spat. Vorak'thul growled, lunging forward. The ground fracturing under the monster's massive weight! Zerion took the punch right in the gut, spit flying from his mouth, blood splattering the ground. He stumbled but countered with a vicious uppercut that snapped Vorak'thul's lower jaw sideways with a sickening pop. The monster reeled back but didn't scream. It smiled. And then drove its claws deep into Zerion's side ripping through flesh and muscle. Blood poured out like a waterfall. Zerion screamed but he grabbed Vorak'thul by the throat and headbutted it again and again, until the monster's face split and its own thick, black blood coated his hands. They kept swinging. Bones shattered. Flesh torn. Zerion was thrown into a cliff wall, crashing through stone. He coughed, vomited blood, but stood up again. His hands shook. He had never bled this much. Vorak'thul stepped through the dust limping, one eye shut, teeth cracked but still hungry. This wasn't about power anymore. This was survival. It was a horror. It was who could take more pain. And Zerion, smiling through blood, clenched his fists. "Still breathing, bastard." And they ran at each other again . No light. No god..
To be continued…