The storm crackled around Kael as he stood above the fallen form of Varathis, the First Ascended. The celestial being, though wounded, had not been destroyed. Its immense form lay prostrate, a smoldering ruin where its wings had once unfurled with divine fury. Kael could feel the weight of its power slowly regaining strength.
He stepped forward, his shadow stretching behind him like an ancient predator. The scent of charred earth and burning heavens filled the air. He could hear the groans of the Beastlords as they rallied, though the battlefield was still filled with chaos.
Varathis' hollowed skull slowly lifted, its glowing eyes now dull with an eerie, dying light. Its voice echoed, trembling with a mix of disbelief and cold fury.
"You… cannot win this. I am an eternal weapon forged by the gods themselves." The Ascended's tone became a rasp. "You are but a shadow, a fleeting thing."
Kael's gaze hardened. "I was born from the shadows of gods. I am their undoing."
He raised his hand, summoning the Abyssal Chains once more. These chains were not like the first—they were darker, colder, and filled with the will of Torshul, the primal force that had once ruled the beasts. They wrapped around Varathis, glowing with an ethereal fire as the divine being struggled against them.
"No chains will bind me!" Varathis roared, trying to pull free.
Kael's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried across the battlefield like thunder. "Your chains have already been broken. You just don't know it yet."
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The Breaking Point
With a snap of his fingers, Kael shattered the chains that held the First Ascended. But instead of collapsing into oblivion, the chains instead ripped the fabric of divine order itself. The sky above split open, and Kael's connection to the Bone Accord pulsed violently. The gods' power—siphoned from centuries of suffering—was now flowing through him.
The world trembled.
A voice called from the sky, deep and ancient.
"You... dare challenge the will of the gods?" The voice was thunderous, shaking the heavens themselves.
Kael looked up, his shadow coiling around him like an inky storm. "I do more than challenge. I remake what they've broken."
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The Wrath of the Gods
From the heavens, The Eternal Pantheon stirred. Their divine voices howled, reverberating through the cosmos. A thousand godly eyes turned toward Kael, each filled with murderous intent. The power of the Ascended surged back, rippling outwards like waves, bending the very reality around them.
Varathis' form cracked, and from it, a torrent of divine energy shot forth, aimed directly at Kael.
But Kael was no longer the same. His shadow expanded into the Dark Tide, an infernal force that consumed the divine energy as if it were nothing more than smoke. The very ground beneath the Ascended cracked and bled shadow.
"No," Kael said. "I will not allow it. Not this time."
His voice was the sound of a thousand chains snapping, the finality of a long-forgotten era.
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The Celestial Fall
In a flash of darkness, Kael surged forward, his shadow blending with the winds, his figure a blur of power. The First Ascended lifted its weapon in an attempt to strike, but Kael was faster, his hand plunging into the heart of the Ascended. The sky trembled, and the stars themselves seemed to blink out.
With one final pull, Kael's shadow ripped the divine essence from Varathis, tearing through the divine armor and into the very core of the First Ascended.
The Ascended screamed, the sound not of agony, but of losing its existence—a god who had lived beyond time, now fading away like mist. As the divine being collapsed into nothingness, Kael stood tall amidst the destruction, breathing heavily, his form glowing with the power of the Bone Accord.
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The Godslayer's Crown
Kael raised his head to the skies, his body emanating an otherworldly radiance. The power of the Abyssal Chains, the Shadow of the Beast, and the Sovereign's Chain coursed through him. He was not merely a man. He was something beyond gods, something new.
The Beastlords, their eyes wide with awe, knelt to him—not in fear, but in reverence. They saw what Kael had become—an unstoppable force, one who had broken the chains of their ancient oppression.
The heavens trembled, and Kael's eyes flickered with fury.
"The gods will not rule over us any longer."
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Far Above
In the celestial citadel, the gods convened in silent fury. The Archon of Judgement, his golden wings stretched wide, spoke first.
"He's ascended far beyond our reach."
"Then we must sever him," said the Goddess of Fate, her hands glowing with cosmic power. "The laws of the universe demand his destruction."
But the Masked God remained silent, watching Kael's victory unfold in the cosmic mirror. A shadow danced behind his mask, a flicker of amusement.
"No," the Masked God said softly. "The time for destruction has passed. Kael is the catalyst we have been waiting for. His rise will not be our undoing, but a new dawn."
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End of Chapter 42