THE GODS' FEAR BECOMES REALITY...
For the first time, the gods hesitated.
Elias stood amidst the chaos, his presence alone warping the air around him. His body pulsed—not with magic, nor with divine energy, but with something beyond both. Something that should not exist.
Above, the heavens trembled. The storm, once raging with divine fury, began to unravel, its violent winds slowing, its once-merciless lightning retreating into the fractured sky. Even the storm feared him.
The gods had ruled creation since the dawn of time. They had shaped the stars, sculpted worlds, and shattered civilizations with nothing but their will. They were absolute.
And yet—they took a step back.
A god, clad in celestial radiance, stiffened. A whisper, barely audible over the crumbling battlefield, slipped from its lips.
"Impossible…"
The word carried weight, not just disbelief, but dread—an emotion no god should feel.
Elias heard it.
His lips curled, a smirk playing at their corners. His silver eyes, now laced with something alien, gleamed with quiet amusement.
"You should've erased me when you had the chance."
Then—he moved.
No, not moved. Vanished.
One moment, he stood before them. The next, he was behind a god, his hand plunging into the celestial being's chest with unnatural ease.
A sound tore through the battlefield—a wail so raw, so drenched in agony, that even the other gods recoiled.
Cracks splintered across the god's form, its golden light dimming, flickering like a dying star. Divine essence—something that had existed since time itself—crumbled in Elias' grasp.
And he was taking it apart.
The remaining gods reacted instantly. They had seen war. They had fought beings of nightmares, creatures beyond comprehension. But never had they seen a mortal unravel a god.
They struck. Pure destruction. Not fire, not light—obliteration itself.
The first attack tore forward, but Elias twisted effortlessly, dragging the dying god's crumbling body before him. The blast struck, consuming the divine husk in an instant.
The second attack crashed against Elias himself—and dissolved.
The battlefield fell silent.
For a moment, there was only horror.
The gods had unleashed their strongest force, their final, most absolute power.
And Elias had absorbed it.
He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers as if testing something new. Power rippled beneath his skin, shifting, settling, becoming something more.
"Oh," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "So that's how it works."
The last god, the strongest among them, stood frozen. Its once-unshakable form trembled—not with anger, but with something far more terrifying.
Desperation.
"You were never meant to exist!" the god roared, its voice cracking, no longer the voice of a ruler, but of something cornered.
Elias met its gaze—and grinned.
"And yet—here I am."
SERAPHINA & VARIAN WITNESS THE IMPOSSIBLE...
Seraphina clutched her chest, gasping for air as her heart pounded against her ribs.
She had fought alongside Elias for years. She had seen him bleed, suffer, and push past the limits of what should have been possible.
But this—
This was something else entirely.
He wasn't just fighting the gods.
He was destroying them.
Her mind refused to grasp what her eyes were witnessing. This was beyond power. Beyond magic. Beyond understanding.
Varian stood beside her, fingers twitching against the golden sigils floating before him. But his magic—once radiant, once unshakable—flickered.
For the first time, the very essence of his magic recognized its own meaninglessness.
"What is he becoming?" Varian whispered, voice hoarse, as if speaking the words aloud would make them real.
Seraphina didn't answer.
Because deep inside, she already knew.
Elias wasn't just winning.
He was ascending.
THE FINAL GOD STANDS ALONE...
The last god did not speak.
There were no words left.
It simply raised its arms—and the world shattered.
Reality twisted, the battlefield dissolving into nothingness. Space collapsed. Time unraveled.
And suddenly—there was no battlefield.
No sky. No earth.
Only the void.
A place beyond existence. Beyond life. Beyond meaning.
Seraphina gasped, her breath stolen as the very concept of air ceased.
Varian collapsed, his body trembling, his golden sigils fading into nothing.
The god loomed in the abyss, its eyes burning with the last remnants of cosmic fury.
"If I cannot kill you," it growled, its voice a tremor through the void, "then I will erase everything."
The nothingness expanded, stretching to consume all that was, all that had ever been.
But Elias only laughed.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
He raised his hand.
And the void shuddered.
The god's expression shifted. Its eternal certainty, its infinite knowledge—cracked.
Elias' fingers curled.
And then—he tore the void apart.
ELIAS BECOMES SOMETHING GREATER....
The battlefield snapped back into place.
But something was different.
The sky—wrong. Its colors deeper, heavier, layered in hues that had never existed before.
The air—changed. Charged with something far beyond magic, beyond divinity.
The world itself seemed to bend around Elias.
The god—what remained of it—fell to its knees.
"You are not… one of us," it whispered, its voice barely more than a breath.
Elias tilted his head. "No.
"You are not a mortal."
A smirk. "No."
The god trembled, its once-unchallenged authority crumbling. "Then what are you?"
Elias didn't answer.
He simply reached forward.
And with a single touch—
The last god ceased to be.
THE AFTERMATH...
Silence.
Not just on the battlefield. Not just in the world.
Everywhere.
Seraphina's heartbeat was the only sound she could hear, thunderous and uneven in her ears.
She stepped forward, hesitant. "Elias?"
He turned to her.
His silver eyes—once bright, once filled with reckless determination—had changed.
They were not just filled with power.
They were filled with understanding.
"Elias, what happened to you?" Varian's voice was barely above a whisper.
Elias looked down at his hands. Hands that had once held weapons, hands that had once been human.
For a long moment, he was silent.
Then—
"I think…" His voice was calm. Steady. Different.
"I think I was never meant to be just one thing."
Seraphina swallowed. "Then what are you now?"
Elias met her gaze.
And he smiled.
"Something new."