The God of Binding Chains blinked.
Just a fraction of a second ago, Seth had been standing there on the rubble of the ruined church, one foot planted on a cracked stone, his pale golden eyes glowing like molten suns with slit pupils. The faint crimson aura around him had seemed to coil like living smoke, the Red Moons in his hands shimmering in a blood-red radiance.
Now… he was gone.
No gust of wind, no ripple in the air—just gone.
"W-Where—?" The deity's words caught in his throat, his head snapping left, then right. His divine senses screamed, but there was nothing—no movement, no killing intent, no trace of Seth's presence. It was as if the Godslayer had erased himself from existence.
A low whisper tickled the god's ear.
> "Behind you."
The god's eyes widened in raw instinctual terror. Before he could turn, a crimson arc of steel screamed past his vision.
SHHHK!
The Red Moon dagger in Seth's left hand traced a horizontal slash across the deity's back, deep enough that divine ichor splattered onto the cracked floor. The pain wasn't the worst part—it was the fact that Seth had cut through his divine barrier like paper.
The god staggered forward, chains erupting from his arms and shoulders, each link glowing in silver divine light. They lashed in every direction like enraged serpents, pulverizing chunks of the surrounding ruins and snapping street lamps in half.
Seth didn't block. He didn't even sidestep. He was simply elsewhere before each strike connected.
The god spun, roaring. "You think speed alone will—"
Another whisper, this time in front of him.
"Not speed."
The Red Moon in Seth's right hand buried itself into the god's chest. Deep.
The deity gasped as the crimson blades pulsed with an almost heart-like rhythm, siphoning away divine energy in rapid bursts. Seth's expression was unreadable—no grin, no rage, just an almost surgical coldness.
The God of Binding Chains swung his arm to grab Seth's neck, but Seth simply stepped backward into the air, as though the shattered air itself were stairs.
"I thought you were supposed to be fun," Seth said flatly. "Turns out, you're just another loudmouth with a shiny title."
The deity snarled, divine aura surging. "You DARE—"
[Skill Activated: Calamity Incarnate]
The world dimmed. The air itself seemed to warp around Seth as the crimson aura erupted outward, washing over the ruins of Shibuya in a suffocating wave.
The god's chains quivered—not in resistance, but in fear.
"You dare," Seth repeated in a low voice, "to think you understand the weight of my hate."
In an instant, Seth was in front of him again, daggers flashing.
SLASH.
SLASH.
STAB.
Each strike wasn't just physical—it tore at the god's divinity, ripping away the essence that gave him immortality. Divine ichor sprayed into the night air, evaporating before it touched the ground.
The god roared, his chains spiraling into a single massive coil, forming a spear-like construct. He thrust it forward with all the divine force he could muster, the weapon screaming through the air like a falling star.
Seth caught it.
Not with both hands. With one.
The street beneath him cracked and buckled from the sheer force, but Seth's expression never changed. The pale golden eyes met the god's in silence.
"Disappointing."
With a single twist, Seth snapped the chain-spear in half. The pieces fell uselessly to the ground, shattering like brittle glass.
The god stumbled backward, breathing heavily—not from exhaustion, but from the creeping realization that he was losing.
Seth advanced, each step echoing in the destroyed city like a drumbeat.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
And then—vanish.
The god whirled in every direction, panic setting in. He tried to summon more chains, but each time, one of Seth's blades would carve through them mid-formation, severing his powers before they could manifest.
"Stop hiding and—"
A dagger point pressed gently against the side of his neck.
"I'm not hiding," Seth said quietly, his voice almost conversational. "I'm deciding whether you're worth killing here… or if I should make an example of you in front of your worshippers."
"They're dead," the god spat.
"Not all of them," Seth replied, and the faintest smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "The ones still breathing will tell the others. And the others will spread the fear."
The god snarled, pulling divine energy from deep within his core, his entire body glowing in blinding white light.
"This is my true form, Godslayer!"
Chains erupted in every direction, larger than buildings, each link etched with divine seals. They spiraled upward into the clouds, turning the night sky into a web of silver and white.
For the first time in the fight, Seth tilted his head in curiosity. "Huh. You do have some bite after all."
The god lunged, every chain converging on Seth from all sides. The ground split open from the sheer pressure, and buildings a block away collapsed under the divine weight.
Seth didn't move.
He closed his eyes.
The Red Moons pulsed once.
And then the chains—all of them—shattered like fragile ice, fragments dissolving before they even hit the ground.
The god froze mid-lunge. "Wha—"
Seth's hand shot forward, gripping the deity's face. His voice was calm, almost gentle.
"Your chains don't bind gods. They barely bind you."
Crimson energy exploded from Seth's palm, consuming the god in a sphere of annihilation. When the light faded, the God of Binding Chains collapsed to his knees, half his body dissolving into divine mist.
"You… you can't…" the deity coughed, his voice breaking. "They'll… come for you…"
Seth leaned close, his golden eyes boring into the god's fading form.
"Tell them I'm coming first."
He drove both Red Moons into the deity's chest.
The divine body shattered. The air vibrated as a massive surge of divine energy poured into Seth's core, feeding the ever-growing storm inside him.
[Divine Energy Absorbed]
[Stat Increase: Agility +70 | Strength +90]
[Lesser Deity Slain]
Seth exhaled slowly, the crimson aura dimming. Around him, Shibuya lay in ruins—silent, save for the faint crackle of distant fires.
He sheathed the Red Moons into his inventory and walked away without looking back.
The gods had been warned.