THE FIRE IN HIS VEINS...
Elias moved through the ruins like a storm.
Every step sent waves of power through the fractured ground. Flames licked the edges of his fingers, their heat barely contained beneath his skin. His body thrummed with energy—pure, unchained, absolute.
For the first time, he wasn't bound by the gods' lies.
For the first time, he wasn't running from his past.
Because now, he was his past.
And his future.
The name Valen echoed in his mind, settling into his bones like it had always belonged there. No longer foreign, no longer an empty whisper.
It was who he was meant to be.
But none of it mattered. Not yet.
Not until he found her.
Seraphina.
The one person who had always been there. The one person he had forgotten.
And the one person he would burn the world down to save.
VARIAN'S WARNING...
"Elias."
Varian's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
Elias didn't stop moving.
Varian sighed, stepping in front of him, forcing him to halt. "Listen to me."
Elias's eyes burned with barely restrained fire. "Get out of my way."
Varian didn't flinch. "You're not thinking clearly."
Elias's fists clenched. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
Varian exhaled, his expression hard. "You're letting your emotions take over. This is exactly what the gods want—to make you reckless."
Elias's jaw tightened. "They took her."
Varian's gaze held his. "I know."
A tense silence hung between them.
Then, Varian's voice softened. "But you can't save her if you lose yourself first."
For a moment—just a moment—doubt flickered in Elias's chest.
Then he shook his head. "I don't care."
And with a single step—
He vanished into the night.
A WORLD OF SHADOWS...
Elias moved between realms, his magic bending space around him like a storm raging in his veins.
He could feel her.
A pull in his chest—an unbreakable thread leading him forward.
The gods had hidden her away, locking her behind barriers of divine energy.
But they had underestimated him.
He was no longer just an Arcane King.
He was something beyond their understanding.
And nothing—not gods, not time, not fate itself—could stop him now.
THE PRISON OF THE GODS...
When Elias arrived, the air was thick with divine energy.
The prison wasn't made of stone or steel.
It was a void.
A place between existence and oblivion.
No doors. No time.
Only emptiness.
The gods had locked Seraphina in a realm where she would be forgotten. Where even her own soul would slip through the cracks of time.
Elias's chest tightened.
"Not again."
With a flick of his wrist—
The void shattered.
SERAPHINA'S NIGHTMARE...
She was floating.
Trapped in an endless, suffocating darkness.
Her memories came in fragments—faces, voices, feelings.
She barely remembered her own name.
Then—a voice.
"Seraphina."
Her heart skipped.
She knew that voice.
But… how?
Another whisper—closer this time.
"Come back to me."
The darkness trembled.
And then—
Light tore through the void.
THEIR REUNION...
Elias caught her before she could fall.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him.
She was real.
She was alive.
Seraphina's breath came in short gasps, her hands trembling as they gripped his cloak.
"Elias…?" Her voice was hoarse, uncertain.
Elias exhaled. "I've got you."
She pulled back just enough to see his face—his real face.
For the first time, she saw Valen.
And something deep inside her remembered.
Her eyes widened. "I know you."
Elias swallowed hard. "You always have."
A beat of silence.
Then, her arms tightened around him
She buried her face in his chest. "You came for me."
His grip never loosened.
"Always."
THE GODS WILL NOT FORGIVE THIS..
The moment did not last.
Because the gods were watching.
The void began to crack apart, reality itself ripping at the seams.
A voice boomed from the heavens.
"You defy us again, Valen?"
Elias turned, his grip on Seraphina unchanging.
His voice was calm, absolute.
"I told you before."
"I don't kneel."
The sky shattered.
And the war began again.
THE FALL OF THE GODS...
The heavens raged.
Lightning tore through the sky.
The gods—once untouchable, eternal—descended like a storm of wrath.
But Elias was no longer a pawn in their game.
He raised his hand, and the air trembled.
Flames erupted from his fingertips, consuming the space between him and the divine.
The gods attacked.
Elias met them head-on.
Every strike of divine energy met his fire. Every curse they whispered turned to ash on his skin.
He was their nightmare.
And they had created him.
SERAPHINA'S AWAKENING...
Seraphina watched, her heart pounding.
The gods—beings she had once prayed to—were falling.
She should have been afraid.
But instead—
She stepped forward.
Power stirred in her veins.
Something inside her awoke.
The gods had tried to erase her.
They had failed.
She raised her hands. Light bloomed from her fingertips, golden and blinding.
For the first time, she remembered who she was.
She turned to Elias. "Let's end this."
His smirk was sharp, dangerous.
"Together."
THE FINAL STAND...
The gods did not beg.
They fought.
But their power had waned.
The age of their rule was ending.
With a single strike, Elias tore through the sky, his flames consuming the heavens.
Seraphina raised her hands, and golden light split the earth.
Divine screams filled the air—and then, silence.
The gods were gone.
Their reign was over.
The world was free.
AFTERMATH...
The battlefield was silent.
Elias stood, his breath heavy, his fire dimming.
Seraphina stepped beside him, her hand slipping into his.
For the first time in centuries, the sky was clear.
Seraphina exhaled. "It's over."
Elias glanced at her, a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Not quite."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He turned to face the world before them.
"Now, we rebuild."
Seraphina's fingers tightened around his.
The war was over.
But their story—
Was just beginning.