THE GODS' FINAL ATTACK...
The sky was no longer a sky.
It was cracking.
Like glass under immense pressure, the fabric of reality itself began to shatter.
The battlefield trembled beneath their feet, the once-solid ground splitting apart as jagged lines of nothingness carved through existence itself. The air grew heavy, charged with divine wrath.
Above them, the last two gods floated, their forms fully unrestrained.
They no longer resembled anything human.
They were pure celestial forces, their shifting bodies composed of endless galaxies, flickering like living constellations.
And they were preparing to erase everything.
Seraphina took a step back, her breath shallow, her fingers curling into fists.
"They're not just going to destroy the battlefield." The realization slammed into her like a tidal wave. "They're going to destroy the entire realm."
Beside her, Varian clenched his jaw, his stance rigid. "No." His voice was grim, final. "They're going to destroy everything."
And Elias?
He just stared at them.
Unmoved. Unbothered.
Because in his eyes—this wasn't their world anymore.
It was his.
REALITY COLLAPSES....
The gods spoke in unison, their voices merging into one—a sound not meant for mortal ears.
"YOU ARE A THREAT TO EXISTENCE."
"IF WE CANNOT ERASE YOU—THEN THERE SHALL BE NOTHING LEFT."
Elias exhaled slowly. He could feel the weight of their words, the sheer finality of their intent. The gods had ruled for eternity, shaping creation with their will. And now, faced with something beyond their understanding, they resorted to the only thing they knew—destruction.
He lifted his gaze, his eyes cold, unreadable. And then, he simply said:
"Try."
The gods' bodies blazed, turning into pure light. The heat alone sent ripples through space itself, bending reality around them.
Then—
Everything broke.
The battlefield ceased to exist.
The sky collapsed into a void.
The ground vanished beneath their feet.
There was no up, no down. No air, no gravity.
Only endless nothingness.
Seraphina let out a sharp gasp as she began to fall.
Darkness consumed everything, an infinite abyss stretching in all directions. She reached out, grasping at empty air, her mind racing. Where was the battlefield? The sky? The world?
Varian gritted his teeth, summoning his magic, trying to form a barrier—but there was nothing left to hold on to.
Elias, however, did not move.
Because even in the void—
He stood as if the world still belonged to him.
And maybe—it did.
THE GODS STRIKE—AND FAIL....
A beam of pure energy erupted from the gods, splitting the void apart.
It wasn't just an attack—it was the culmination of divine will, the power to rewrite reality itself. It surged forward, cutting through the nothingness, aimed directly at Elias.
It was the last divine attack.
It was meant to end him.
Elias didn't flinch.
The moment the energy reached him—
It stopped.
Hung there, frozen in time, like reality itself refused to let it move forward.
Elias raised his hand. His fingers curled into a fist.
And the attack—the very force meant to destroy all of creation—crushed within his grip like dust.
A shockwave rippled outward, shattering the void itself.
The gods recoiled in horror.
For the first time since their existence began—
They felt fear.
Because they finally understood.
They were no longer fighting an Arcane King.
They were fighting something else.
Something they should have never tried to erase.
SERAPHINA REACHES FOR HIM...
Seraphina's heart pounded as she struggled against the emptiness, reaching toward Elias.
He was changing.
His presence was becoming too vast, too powerful, stretching beyond the limits of reality itself.
She knew if she didn't stop him now—she might never get him back.
"Elias!"
He didn't turn.
"Elias, look at me!"
Still, he didn't move.
Her chest tightened. She had fought beside him, trusted him, but now—was he even still human?
Desperate, she pushed forward, ignoring the void pulling at her.
And then—
She touched his hand.
And in that instant—
The nothingness shattered.
A WORLD REBUILT...
A blinding light erupted from Elias.
The void rippled.
Then, like a clock rewinding—the world began to return.
The sky pieced itself back together, shards of light forming constellations once more.
The battlefield reformed beneath their feet, stone by stone, as if reality itself was bending to Elias's will.
The air rushed back into their lungs. The wind howled across the plains.
And the gods—
The gods fell.
THEIR FINAL MOMENTS...
The last two gods collapsed onto the battlefield, their forms flickering, their strength gone.
They looked up at Elias, their divine arrogance shattered.
For the first time—
They knelt.
Their celestial bodies trembled, their light dimming.
One of them spoke, voice weak, unraveling.
"We should have never feared you."
"We should have never tried to stop what was destined."
Elias stared down at them, his expression unreadable.
Then, in a voice colder than death, he asked:
"Then why did you?"
The gods looked at each other, their divine forms fading into remnants of light.
And then, one of them whispered:
"Because we knew what you were before you did."
And with that—
They faded into nothing.
EPILOGUE: A NEW ERA...
Silence.
The battlefield remained, but the war was over.
Seraphina let out a shaky breath, her legs weak. Varian ran a hand through his hair, his heart still hammering in his chest.
Elias stood motionless, staring at the empty space where the gods had once been.
He should have felt something. Victory. Relief. Rage.
But he felt nothing.
Because deep down, a part of him already knew—
This wasn't the end.
The dawn of something far more ominous had arrived.