A WORLD IN SILENCE...
The battlefield, once alive with divine fury, now lay in eerie silence.
No more war cries.
No more celestial wrath.
No more gods.
The divine flames that had once scorched the earth flickered into nothingness, leaving only smoldering ruins and the echoes of what once was. The sky, once ablaze with celestial war, was now an abyss of gray clouds, swirling in slow, ominous patterns.
Elias stood at the heart of it all, motionless. His sword, once gleaming with celestial fire, was now dull—its purpose fulfilled, its wielder hollow. His fingers tightened around the hilt, but there was no more battle to fight.
He had won.
And yet… something felt off.
A void stretched within him, deeper than exhaustion, heavier than any crown.
Was this how victory was supposed to feel?
A hesitant footstep crunched against the ash-laden ground.
"Elias?"
Seraphina's voice wavered.
He didn't respond.
His glowing eyes, dimming ever so slightly, stared into the distance—at nothing, at everything.
VARIAN'S FEAR...
Varian watched from afar, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
He had seen many battles. He had won many wars.
But this—this was different.
The silence was unnatural. Heavy. It pressed against his skin like an unseen force.
His gaze flickered to Seraphina, who stood frozen, watching Elias as though he were a stranger.
Something was wrong.
"Is he… still him?" Varian's voice was hushed, yet thick with apprehension.
Seraphina's throat tightened. "I don't know."
Elias had not spoken since the gods had fallen.
Had not moved.
It was as if he teetered between two worlds—one foot in reality, the other in an abyss that existed before time itself.
Before gods.
Before mortals.
A place beyond even their understanding.
And if that was true…
What had Elias become?
THE WEIGHT OF A KING...
Elias finally moved.
A single breath. Slow. Measured.
His fingers, still gripping the hilt of his sword, finally released their death-like hold. The blade hit the ground with a dull clang—not a warrior's triumphant release, but a weary man surrendering to his fate.
Seraphina's heart pounded.
His eyes met hers, and for a moment, she dared to hope.
They had returned to normal. No glow. No celestial fire.
But something in them had changed.
Something was missing.
Or perhaps… something new had taken root.
"It's over," Elias said, voice calm. Too calm.
Seraphina swallowed, studying him. "Then why do you look like you lost?"
Elias exhaled, tilting his head toward the sky.
The gods were gone.
The war was over.
And yet—
The weight on his chest felt heavier than ever.
THE WORLD REACTS TO HIS VICTORY...
The air trembled, as if the universe itself was uncertain of what had transpired.
For the first time in history—
There were no gods.
A ripple of unseen energy pulsed through the atmosphere. Not an explosion, not destruction—
An absence.
Somewhere, kingdoms would awaken to an empty sky.
Somewhere, temples would crumble without divine presence.
Somewhere, those who had whispered prayers their entire lives… would hear only silence.
The world had been built on faith. On worship. On a divine order that ensured balance.
And now—nothing.
Nothing.
Elias clenched his jaw.
"I have done something that cannot be undone."
Was this truly a victory?
Or had he just unraveled something far worse?
SERAPHINA'S CHOICE...
Seraphina took a step closer, placing a trembling hand on his chest.
She felt it. The fire inside him. The weight pressing against his soul
And she made her choice.
"You don't have to carry this alone."
Elias stiffened.
Seraphina's voice was softer this time. "Whatever comes next, we face it together."
For a moment—just a moment—Elias let himself believe her.
But deep inside, he knew.
The war had ended.
But his battle had just begun.
MEMORIES OF WAR – A FLASHBACK...
Elias remembered the battle—the final moments.
The gods had been ruthless, desperate to cling to their thrones.
Lightning storms had scorched the land, tsunamis had swallowed entire cities, and celestial blades had clashed against mortal steel.
He had fought not as a hero, not as a savior—
But as a force of reckoning.
He had cut through gods, their divine blood staining his armor. He had heard their screams, seen their golden eyes wide with disbelief as he, a mortal, struck them down.
And in those final moments—
He had felt nothing.
No rage.
No triumph.
No remorse.
Only an endless, crushing emptiness.
A FUTURE UNKNOWN...
The sky above him was vast, endless—
And utterly devoid of divine presence.
The world had changed forever.
And Elias?
He was no longer sure who he was.
Seraphina's hand on his chest was warm, grounding. But it was not enough to pull him fully back.
Because something still lingered in the air.
Something watching.
Something waiting.
The gods were gone.
But the void they left behind?
It was not empty.
FINAL THOUGHTS....
Was this the end of an era?
Or merely the first step into something far more terrifying?
For some, this was victory.
For Elias…
Somewhere in the space between existence
Something else begin to stir.