The sky burned red. Xalveth, a lost planet, had become the final battlefield of the war between gods and demons. The ground trembled as divine warriors clashed with monstrous creatures, their battle cries lost in the chaos.
At the heart of it all stood Valzareth, the God of War. But he no longer fought for the gods. He had betrayed them, standing alongside the demons. His golden armor was stained with divine blood, and his once-bright eyes glowed with darkness.
"You were one of us, Valzareth!" shouted Solmara, the Goddess of Light. Her wings were tattered, her glow fading.
"Why would you betray everything we fought for?"
Valzareth smirked. "Because war isn't about justice, Solmara. It's about victory. And the gods... have already lost."
Behind him, a massive shadow loomed. Xyrogath, the Demon King, stepped forward, his monstrous form towering over the battlefield. "Enough talk," he growled. "Finish them!"
The demons surged forward. The gods, once mighty and proud, fell one by one. Their weapons broke, their divine bodies crumbled, and their hope was shattered.
The few remaining gods gathered, knowing their end was near. Aurelion, the God of Wisdom, spoke with urgency. "We cannot win. But our power must not be lost forever."
With the last of their strength, the gods sent their essence into the vast unknown -toward the Creator of Everything, the being who shaped existence itself.
A voice, ancient and absolute, echoed through the cosmos. "Your power shall not be wasted."
What happened next was beyond the gods' control. The Creator made a decision. Their power would be reforged -not as mere energy, but as legendary weapons. These weapons would not seek out the righteous. They would fall into the hands of whoever discovered them-whether for good or evil.
Yet, an ancient prophecy was whispered in the void.
"When all the weapons meet, they will merge into one. A weapon unlike any before-a force strong enough to destroy the demons once and for all."
But the Creator did not stop there.
Among the fallen gods, there was one-one who was different from the rest. A god whose fate had not yet been decided.
And so, with a final act of will, the Creator chose to reincarnate this god.
Their soul would be reborn, hidden among mortals, unaware of their true nature... until the time was right.Their soul would be reborn, hidden among mortals, unaware of their true nature... until the time was right.
As the last light of the gods faded, the Creator cast the weapons into a different dimension on Earth, where they would wait... for those who would find them.
And for the one who would wield the final weapon.
End of Chapter 1