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Chapter 13 - Chapter 13: “The War of Sparks and Gods”

The age of gods had only just begun, but the harmony they brought was fragile — too fragile for the ambition that had already taken root within mortal hearts.

Where faith flourished, so too did envy. Where light shone, shadows deepened.

For generations, mortals had gazed upon Seralith and Vurak as the ultimate symbols of purpose — living proof that ascension was possible. Temples rose, rituals spread, and hymns filled the night skies. Yet in that reverence, a quiet thought festered: If gods were once like us, why should they rule us now?

The first whispers of rebellion began not from hatred, but from longing. Heroes who had once been champions of faith began to question the divine order. Sparks who had led armies or tamed storms now refused to bow to celestial thrones.

And when Vurak's followers declared his strength supreme, while Seralith's disciples vowed that memory and wisdom must guide all, the world fractured.

Two ideologies, two empires, two gods — all born from the same creation.

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The first blow was struck on the Plains of Lorae, a land of endless light and echoing winds.

A spark-general named Erevan, once blessed by Seralith herself, turned his sword against her temple. He proclaimed the dawn of a new era — one without gods, one where mortals would craft their own destiny. His followers called themselves the Unbound, and their rebellion spread like wildfire.

Vurak saw opportunity where Seralith saw tragedy. To him, rebellion was strength. "Let them fight," he thundered from his crimson sky. "Only the worthy should shape the world."

But Seralith's sorrow birthed fury. She saw in Erevan's defiance not ambition, but ingratitude — the corruption of memory into pride.

The first divine storm shook the heavens. Vurak's infernos met Seralith's radiant rivers. Mortals screamed as the sky itself split in two.

Flames burned the oceans red; light shattered mountains into dust. Every clash between the gods twisted reality, leaving cracks of unstable energy that pulsed through creation.

The Architect watched in silence.

This was not unforeseen — but it was earlier than he had planned. He did not intervene, not yet. His experiment had entered the stage of self-determination.

Creation was testing its own limits.

He expanded his awareness and saw that every battle, every rebellion, every divine strike was rewriting the world. Where destruction struck, new forms of life emerged — beings made of faith, resentment, and raw energy. The war had become a forge.

The Unbound mortals grew more powerful than any before them, fueled by divine fragments that fell from the heavens like comets. Some even began forging their own divine symbols — false gods in the making.

And among them rose a figure who would become legend: Kael, the mortal who dared to challenge both gods.

Born under Seralith's light but trained in Vurak's fires, Kael understood both their power and their weakness. He gathered rebels, wanderers, and lost sparks under one banner — not to destroy creation, but to free it from divine dominance.

When Kael stood on the battlefield, flames roaring around him, the heavens trembled. His voice carried through the storm:

> "You who claim to be gods — you who call yourselves creators — remember this: we were born from your chaos, but we will not die in your order."

His blade, forged from fallen divine essence, struck upward — and for the first time, a god bled.

Vurak staggered, his crimson aura flickering. The world froze. Seralith, horrified, realized what had just occurred. Mortals had crossed the threshold.

The War of Sparks and Gods had reached its zenith.

But before creation could collapse entirely, a voice older than gods and mortals alike filled the void. It was calm. Resonant. Infinite.

> "Enough."

Reality stilled. Every flame dimmed. Every scream was silenced.

The Architect spoke for the first time since the dawn. His presence alone reassembled mountains, rewove shattered skies, and turned divine rage into stillness.

To mortals, his voice was awe. To gods, it was law.

He did not punish, nor destroy. Instead, he declared a single decree:

> "From this day forth, gods shall not rule, and mortals shall not rise unchecked. Each shall walk their path, and through balance, creation shall endure."

Then, as swiftly as he appeared, he vanished.

The war ended — not through victory, but decree.

The gods withdrew, weakened but wiser. The mortals rebuilt, scarred but enlightened.

And Kael, the mortal who wounded a god, disappeared into legend. Some say the Architect took him. Others say he ascended beyond even divinity.

But one truth became clear across all worlds: the Architect was not merely a creator — he was the equilibrium itself.

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