As days passed, the gravity of the situation sank in. The realms were on the edge of collapse. Old alliances had been shattered by the war, and now, factions of powerful beings—demons, ancient mages, and other creatures once subjugated by the gods—began to rise from the shadows. Each sought to fill the void left by the fallen deities.
Kael knew he couldn't fight them all. He needed allies, and the ones he once trusted had begun to show their true colors.
Ryn, the warlock who had guided him, had his own motives. Kael learned that Ryn was not simply a former servant of the gods—he had been a part of a secret society of immortals who had manipulated both the divine and mortal worlds for eons. His true goal was not the destruction of the gods, but the creation of a new order where he would control the chaos.
"You think I've been helping you out of some noble cause?" Ryn laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've merely been biding my time, watching you burn the bridges. Now, I'll claim what's mine."
Kael's heart sank as he faced the harsh reality of his situation. Ryn had never truly been an ally—he was a power-hungry manipulator, willing to twist anything to his advantage. In his quest to break free from the gods, Kael had unknowingly become a pawn in a much larger game.