The story continues.
Draven in full rage running toward the monstrosity in front of him the monster was devouring the earth and draven was running toward him at full speed using the pieces of land and boulders that are flowing into its mouth he finally reaches the mouth he uses a explosive he tie the explosive with a cable coming out from a piece of land he places it into the ground and before it explodes he jumps upward because of the gravity fluctuations he was floating a bit then it explodes draven the kattana in hand grip tightens teeth clenched uses the explosion repulsive force to reach the eye of the monster.
Draven's sword pierced through the enormous eye of the CALAMITY in front of him— black ichor spraying out like liquid night. The creature's scream ripped through the atmosphere, a roar so sharp it fractured sound itself.
The shockwave sent waves through the air, tearing the clouds apart.
Draven got blown away by it dropped to one knee. Blood streamed from his ears like rivers. His eardrums were gone — he couldn't hear anything anymore, only the ghostly ringing of his own heartbeat.
Then came the taste of iron the cost of the pinhuman power he used— blood now pouring from his eyes, from his mouth. Bones cracked, limbs twisted, every muscle trembling. His vision flickered red and black.
He thought it was over.
Until… everything stopped.
The wind froze. The blood in midair stopped falling. Even the dying screams of the god went silent — as if something far greater had just opened its eyes.
A chill ran through what was left of Draven's soul.
He turned — slowly — his body moving like stone.
And there it was.
Behind him was a shadow of a shapeless void dark like abyss millions of dead realities glows like molten veins of madness .
giving its a meaningful name the abyssal god of madness.
Each breath it took bent space itself.
Each heartbeat of it crushed Draven's lungs.
His knees gave out. He dropped his sword. The metal disintegrated before it even hit the ground.
The Abyssal God, the one who devoured worlds… was bowing.
And behind it — a shape of pure void, a face carved from absence, countless tendrils flowing like smoke through reality. Its eyes were like two collapsing galaxies.
And in a voice that was not sound but thought, it spoke:
"So… this is the human who hurted my child."
Draven's heart froze. The world around him shattered like glass — gravity, air, even time itself screamed. His body began to decay from the inside, yet his gaze didn't waver.
With what remained of his voice, he spat blood and whispered:
"Then you better bury me deep…"
"Because I'm not done killing your gods yet"
EGO NEVER ACCEPTS DEFEAT💀.
TO BE CONTINUED...............