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Chapter 50 - Chapter 50 – The Fallen Oath

Deep in the abyssal cavern, Arhaan knelt at the edge of the black lake. The surface had calmed since his last trial, reflecting his faint, golden-red glow.

Azrakar stood above the water, his form shimmering between light and shadow. For the first time, he did not speak immediately — as if weighing what to reveal.

Arhaan broke the silence. "You said you were once Heaven's sword. Then why did you fall?"

The air trembled. The cavern dimmed.

> "Because Heaven fears its own reflection," Azrakar said.

"In the beginning, I was created to destroy corruption — anything that defied the will of the Divine. But when I saw what they called 'purity,' I saw only chains."

The crimson lake rippled, forming illusions — grand images of Heaven's armies, their wings golden, their eyes hollow.

> "They erased free will in the name of order. They silenced entire realms that dared to question them."

Arhaan's fists tightened. "So you rebelled."

> "I questioned," Azrakar corrected softly. "And for that, they tore my name from history and cast me into the void. My power was split — one half sealed in this abyss…"

"And the other half?"

> "Forged into your chains."

The revelation struck like lightning. The weight of his fate pressed on him, but beneath it burned defiance.

> "Then their mistake was leaving me alive," Arhaan said quietly.

Azrakar's hollow eyes flickered with approval.

> "Good. Keep that flame. But listen carefully, child — the path you walk is not rebellion. It is correction. The heavens have forgotten mercy. It must be reminded."

The air shifted; a faint vibration ran through the cavern.

The chains around Arhaan's arms began to hum in resonance, their metal glowing crimson-gold as if recognizing their true master.

Azrakar extended his hand. From the lake rose a black, curved blade with red veins running through it — the Oathbreaker, a weapon that once slew angels.

> "This blade chose no one since my fall. Now, it chooses you."

Arhaan reached out, his hand trembling as he grasped the hilt. Power surged — ancient, furious, divine.

The moment he held it, his vision split — for an instant, he saw not the cavern, but Heaven itself, burning under storm and shadow.

He dropped to one knee, gasping.

Azrakar's voice echoed through the storm in his mind.

> "Every god begins as a mortal who dared to stand alone."

Arhaan lifted his head, the weapon pulsing in his grip.

"I won't destroy Heaven," he said.

"I'll free it."

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