The journey to the heart of the realm led Kael and his allies to a place of unimaginable power—a dimension that existed outside of time and space, where the Architects resided. The air here was thick with power, the very fabric of reality bending under their will.
But the Architects were not what Kael expected. They were not gods—they were something older, something darker. Their forms were incomprehensible, shifting and changing with every passing moment. Their voices echoed in Kael's mind, a chorus of ancient, malevolent whispers.
"You think you can destroy us?" one of them spoke, its voice a thousand echoes. "You are but a shadow of what you once were, Kael. The system is eternal."
Kael stood his ground, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand battles. "I was once your tool, but I've learned the truth. The world is not yours to control. I will break your chains."
With a roar, Kael unleashed the full extent of his power. It was a battle unlike any other—a war between the gods and the fallen warrior who had risen to challenge them. The very fabric of reality tore apart as Kael and the Architects clashed, the skies burning with divine fury.