The Twelve were dying. Fast. One by one, they fell to Liss Hoshino—the misfit hybrid with nothingness in her veins and love in her chest. She wasn't a goddess. She wasn't a monster. She was something the gods didn't write into the script. And now, they were running out of time.
So they did the unthinkable: Four remaining gods fused.
Not into a being.
Into a weapon.
Project DIVINITΩ. A weapon of last resort. Made of law, flame, breath, and mind. A walking apocalypse. A divine warhead wrapped in prophecy and panic.
Korrin recognized the spell matrix the moment it began.
"They're fusing," he said, eyes wide. "Four thrones converging into one host. They're going to detonate reality around her."
Naia cracked her neck and summoned fire into her hands. "So… like a Final Boss? Because I've been bored, honestly."
The fusion descended like a meteor, its body miles wide, cloaked in blinding light and spirals of scripture. It pulsed with voices. Countless voices. Screaming. Chanting. Crying.
It wasn't just divine power. It was divine history.
Liss stood calmly in the center of the formation her friends had prepared. Not a shield. Not a fortress. A circle of memory. A circle of loyalty.
Her friends did not step back.
Thessaly unsheathed her frost-forged sword and stood to Liss's right. Naia stood left, flame wings ablaze. Korrin muttered counter-spells under his breath, his hands shaking but eyes focused. Elyse pressed a glowing rune to her wrist and drew in deep healing breath.
Liss raised her hand. The fusion paused, as if even it needed a moment to understand what it was about to fight.
She smiled. "Then let's begin."