Coker walkin through the cold night like a shadow made from fury and pain, his muscles tight, breath slow, his eyes glowin like deep forgotten fire trapped in a boy body. His clothes torn, black cloak flutterin behind like death's flag, his boots crushin the stone floor as he step into the Ashen Valley, a place cursed by gods and hated by man, a place where even demons cry. The sky above was full black, not even a single star dare shine, like the heavens themselves lookin away. But Coker ain't need no light. He was the light now. And the darkness too. Behind him, the whole capital still in chaos after what he did. The tower guards still searchin, the nobles still panickin, but he gone, vanished like a ghost made from thunder. He was already ten steps ahead. They called him E-Rank, now he was the god they all feared, the Devourer of Fate, and the name Coker already startin to echo across the lands like a curse and a legend all in one. And now he was headin toward the next gate, the one place no one return from — the Trial of the Fallen Star.
The Trial of the Fallen Star, it was said to be where gods cast down their failures. Where angels who betrayed their mission fell and their wings rot. Where even dragons forget their names. But for Coker, it was just another step. Another chain to break. He walked through the bones of giants, the wind slicin past his body, whispers of old spirits tryin to talk to him but he shut them out. His mind was focused. He knew what he needed — not just more power, but answers. Why him? Why was fate tied to his soul? Who sealed him? And what exactly was sleepin inside him that even gods fear? The answers wasn't in the guild. They weren't with the kings. They were buried here, under this dead sky and cursed ground.
As he step into the center of the valley, the ground cracked and opened, a massive ring of stone risin from the earth. Runes lit up in purple flame. Then the test began. The air trembled, then froze. A ghostly figure stepped out from the flames. It was tall, covered in chains, wings broken and draggin behind, eyes like empty voids. It was a Fallen Seraph, once a god messenger, now cursed forever. "Why do you seek what was forbidden?" it ask, voice like broken bells. Coker stood firm. "Because what's forbidden to gods belong to me now." The seraph roared, unleashin a wave of divine pressure that cracked the stone around him, but Coker ain't flinch. He raise one hand, and the power inside him wake again. His veins lit up gold and red, then black, a weird fusion of destruction and creation. He stomped the ground and rushed forward.
Their clash shook the valley. Every punch felt like mountains crashin. The seraph flew up, shootin down beams of divine light. Coker dodged, kicked from a rock, and appear behind it mid-air, punchin it through the sky like a comet. But the seraph recover and its chains extend, wrappin around Coker's arm and draggin him down. For a moment, it looked like he might lose — until his eyes turn full black and the Devourer Core activate. With a loud scream, he absorb the chains, crush them into energy, and fire back a wave of raw god energy so hot it melt the stones below.
The battle lasted hours. The sky cry. The ground scream. And in the end, Coker stood alone, breathin heavy, clothes half-burnt, blood drip from his lips, but victorious. The seraph lay crumbled, whisperin with a smile, "You are more than a vessel… you are the beginning of the end." Then it turned to dust, and the valley began to shift. A gate opened beneath Coker, pullin him in.
He landed in a strange world. A void full of stars but no sky, where time don't move right. In front of him, a mirror rose from the ground, showin his reflection. But not him. It was… another Coker. Same face, same scar, but with a wicked grin. "So you finally come," the reflection say. "I been waitin, fool." This was the thing inside him. The real god. The ancient forgotten will sealed in his soul. "You keep absorbin fate like candy, but you still don't understand what you really are." Coker stare, fists clenched. "Then show me." And the mirror shattered.
His mind got dragged into a vision, a memory not his own. He saw the First War of Gods, where beings older than time tore each other apart. He saw a being, shaped like man, but with infinite wings and eyes, walkin through battlefields and devourin both friend and enemy. That being… was him. Or at least what he used to be. He was the God Who Devours Fate, the one that even time itself tried to erase. He betrayed the gods, killed destiny, broke prophecy, and because of that, the others sealed him by splittin his soul and buryin it in a boy born with no magic, no future. But it was never gone. It just waited. Now the seal was almost fully broken.
Coker return to himself with a scream. He fall to his knees, heart poundin. "I'm not that thing," he whisper. But the voice laugh inside. "You already are." Lightning strike the void, then everything collapse. He wake up back in the valley. Days had passed. His body was different. Stronger. Taller. His aura now reached miles. And in his chest, a new symbol had formed — a burning circle with broken chains. He had survived the Trial. But not unchanged.
He walk out of the valley and immediately felt the world's eyes on him. Word had spread. The kings were now offering bounties just to know his location. Some nobles want to worship him. Some want to kill him. Mercenaries now hunt just to see him. Coker move through towns disguised, watchin how the world react to his name. Some kids yellin "Coker the Fate Killer!" Others drawin his picture on walls. But behind all the fame, he feel the war brewin. Gods sendin avatars to the mortal realm. Shadow cults startin to awaken. The Tower of Kings was now locked. And somewhere deep underground, a weapon built to kill gods was bein prepared. For him.
Coker now knew he had no choice. He can't hide. He can't run. He gotta go forward. He gotta confront the gods. He gotta confront himself. And most of all… he gotta choose what kind of monster he gonna be. A savior? A destroyer? Or somethin worse?
As he stand on the edge of the next city, he raise his fist to the sky. "I ain't scared of no gods. I ain't scared of fate. I *am* fate now." And the skies rumble. Somewhere, a god cough blood. Another start laughin. The war of gods just got personal. Because Coker was comin. And he wasn't stoppin.