I never cared about the world.
Not really.
For years, I cut my way through it, leaving behind only blood and ruins. Titans fell before me, one by one, and yet nothing changed. No matter how many I killed, war continued. Power shifted hands, but the strong still ruled over the weak.
It was Sophia who made me see differently.
She was the one who convinced me that there was more to strength than destruction.
That power could be used for something other than war.
And because it was her, I listened.
And for the first time—I built something instead of breaking it.
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It started with a single village.
A place hidden in the ruins of what was once a great city, where the survivors of this endless war could gather.
Humans. Orphans. Wounded soldiers. Even some Titans who had abandoned the fight, broken and lost.
Sophia called it Haven.
A place where war had no hold. Where strength was not measured by destruction, but by how many lives we could protect.
I thought it was foolish at first.
A dream too fragile to last in a world like this.
But then I saw the people flocking to it.
The desperate. The abandoned. The ones who had no future anywhere else.
They came, weary and afraid, expecting death—
And instead, they found safety.
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The War Begins to Fade
It didn't happen overnight.
The war had burned for decades, too deep, too ingrained to simply stop.
But Haven grew. More villages formed around it, then cities.
Word spread. A place where the strong protected the weak instead of ruling over them.
At first, the warlords and rogue Titans tried to destroy it.
They thought Haven was just another settlement. A target. A weakness.
They were wrong.
Because I was still there.
Because I defended it.
Because no matter how much I tried to change, I was still the same weapon I had always been.
And when the enemy came for Haven, I erased them from existence.
It didn't take long for the message to spread—
Haven was untouchable.
And slowly, warlords stopped fighting.
Titans started disappearing.
Not all were killed. Some… changed.
Because once they saw what we built, once they saw that there was a way other than war, some chose to lay down their weapons.
And after years of slaughter, after centuries of chaos—
The world finally began to calm.
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Years passed.
Where once only death remained, cities rose again.
The survivors of war formed their own nations, built not on strength alone, but on what they had learned from the fall of the old world.
Not all followed Haven's path. Some still craved power, still ruled by force.
But the wars that once raged endlessly faded into smaller conflicts.
The world was no longer a battlefield of Titans.
Not because they had all died—but because they had finally seen another way.
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Sophia watched it all happen.
She saw the world she had fought for finally take shape.
And I…
I stayed by her side.
Even as the wars slowed.
Even as peace returned.
Even as time passed us by.
I had spent my entire life fighting.
For revenge.
For strength.
For nothing.
But now, for the first time, I wasn't fighting to destroy.
I was fighting to protect.
Not the world.
Not the people.
Not even Haven.
But her.
Because she was the only reason I had chosen to stay in this world at all.
And as I stood beside her, watching the world rebuild from the ashes, I finally understood.
I had once been the Last Titan.
But now—I was something more.
I was the guardian of the world she had saved.
And for the first time in my life—
I was at peace.
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The world had changed.
For years, war had defined it—Titan against Titan, power against power, destruction without end.
But then, Haven was built.
Ethan Kael, the Apex Titan, the Butcher of Gods, had done the impossible. He had not just survived the war—he had ended it.
Titans, once the rulers of destruction, began to fade. Some were slain, others abandoned the fight, and a few even chose to follow him.
But not all.
There were still those who saw his existence as a threat.
Because as long as Ethan Kael lived—no one else would ever be the strongest.
And so, in the ruins of a forgotten world, the last great Titans gathered.
Not to fight each other.
But to kill the one who had made them obsolete.
They met in the shadows of a dead city, its ruins untouched by time, a place where Titans once reigned.
The air crackled with power as four of the strongest remaining Titans stood face to face.
They had once been enemies. Rivals. Lords of destruction.
But now, they had only one enemy left.
Ethan Kael.
A Titan who had done the impossible. A warrior who had turned against his own kind, slaughtering them without mercy.
A man who had once been nothing—
And had become the only god left standing.
The first to speak was Ragnar the Unbroken.
A giant of a man, his body scarred by countless battles, his flesh hardened by war. He had ruled the battlefields for years, his fists alone capable of leveling mountains.
He scowled. "How many more will fall before we stop him?"
The second was Selene the Black Star.
A woman wreathed in shadows, her very presence distorting the air around her. Her power was absolute darkness, her speed unmatched.
Her golden eyes flickered. "We waited too long. We let him build his kingdom, let him believe this world was his to shape."
The third was Vortus the Colossus.
Larger than any of them, his body a fusion of organic and machine, a living fortress. He had survived where no one else could, his endurance unmatched.
His voice was like thunder. "He is not a man anymore. He is something else. Something that should never have existed."
And finally, the last to speak was Lucian the Stormborn.
Tall, regal, power crackling through his veins like lightning itself. His presence was suffocating, his strength beyond reason.
He smirked. "Ethan Kael is the last obstacle in our way. If we do not end him, he will define the future."
A pause.
Then Ragnar spoke again.
"How do we kill him?"
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They had all fought Ethan before.
They had all lost.
Not one-on-one. Not in fair combat.
But they had seen his destruction. They had seen what he had become—a being beyond Titans, beyond logic, beyond fear.
Selene's voice was cold. "We don't fight him alone. We don't give him a battle."
Lucian's smirk widened. "We give him a war."
Their plan was simple—and ruthless.
They would not face Ethan in single combat. They would break him from all sides.
Ragnar would challenge him head-on, keeping him locked in a brutal melee.
Selene would strike from the shadows, attacking where he least expected.
Vortus would bring an army, overwhelming him with sheer numbers, forcing him to exhaust himself.
Lucian would deliver the final blow—a storm powerful enough to erase Haven from existence.
It was a strategy born not from pride, but from fear.
Because they all knew the truth.
If they failed—
If Ethan Kael survived—
There would be no one left strong enough to stop him.
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The Titans stood together, four of the last gods of war, united by a single purpose.
To kill the one who had surpassed them all.
Lucian turned to the others, his voice filled with cruel certainty.
"We end the Butcher of Gods."
No hesitation. No doubt.
Because if they did not kill him—
He would be the end of them all.
And with that, the greatest war since the fall of the old world began.
Not for power.
Not for conquest.
But to decide who would stand at the top of existence.
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