THE MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGED...
The battlefield was no longer the same.
The sky burned gold and black, divine energy clashing against a force older than time itself. The once-magnificent heavens were now a battlefield of ruin, celestial light fractured by something far more terrifying—the unknown.
The gods stood frozen, their once-arrogant faces twisted in something they had never known before—fear.
Elias stood at the heart of the chaos, untouched. The power radiating from him was no longer something even the gods could comprehend.
And for the first time in eternity—
They knew fear.
ELIAS IS NO LONGER JUST A KING...
Elias hovered above the shattered ground, his breath steady but his body burning from within.
His power had always been vast, but this—this was something else.
The gods had tried to erase him.
They had failed.
And now, something within him had awakened.
Something they had been trying to keep buried.
The energy inside him was not merely power—it was correction. A force that did not belong in the hands of mortals or gods.
And now, the very beings who had ruled existence itself would pay the price.
THE FIRST ATTACK..
One of the gods finally moved.
A golden spear materialized in its hands—forged from the heart of the heavens, a weapon designed to strike down anything, even an abomination against fate itself.
With a single motion, it hurled the spear at Elias—faster than light itself.
The force of it split the sky, the air screaming as it cut through reality.
Seraphina screamed his name.
Varian's runes flared, his magic rising instinctively to shield him.
But Elias?
He din't move.
He didn't need to.
The moment the divine spear reached him—
It disintegrated.
Not shattered. Not deflected.
It simply ceased to exist.
The gods staggered back.
Seraphina's breath caught in her throat. "What… what did he just do?"
Varian's fists clenched, his golden sigils flickering. "He unmade it."
And the gods finally understood—
They were not fighting a king.
They were not even fighting a man.
They were fighting something beyond them.
THE FIRST GOD FALLS...
Elias raised his hand—and the air itself cracked.
A deep, resonant hum rippled through existence, like the very foundation of the world was shifting to accommodate him.
The ground beneath them split apart, golden flames erupting from below, searing the divine presence above.
One of the gods—one of the rulers of the cosmos—let out a cry that shook existence itself.
It struggled. It fought.
But the flames were not of this world.
They were Elias'.
And they consumed it whole.
No remains.
No remnants.
A god—an eternal being—was erased in a blink
Seraphina staggered back.
"Elias, stop!"
But he wasn't listening.
Or maybe—
He couldn't.
SERAPHINA'S DESPERATION...
Seraphina ran toward him, dodging falling debris, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She had seen him unleash power before.
She had seen him fight.
But this—this wasn't just a battle.
This as destruction.
His power was shifting—no longer just an extension of himself, but something alien, untethered.
She reached out, grabbing his wrist, her fingers digging into his burning skin.
"Elias, look at me!"
For a brief moment—his eyes flickered.
For a brief moment—he was just Elias.
But then—
The remaining gods screamed in fury.
The air turned to fire.
And the war wasn't over yet.
THE GODS' FINAL GAMBLE...
The two remaining gods rose into the sky, their forms burning with celestial rage.
They had only one option left.
If they could not erase Elias—
They would erase everything.
The heavens split apart, the sky itself tearing open as divine sigils burned across the fabric of reality.
Seraphina's eyes widened. "No… they wouldn't—"
Varian's runes flared wildly, his breath ragged. "They would."
This was not an attack.
This was annihilation.
The gods were preparing an attack that would undo existence itself.
Seraphina's voice broke. "Elias, stop them!"
But Elias was already moving.
He took a step forward—
And the world trembled beneath his will.
THE END BEGINS...
The gods released their final attack.
Light—pure, unfiltered, absolute.
It tore through the sky, erasing everything in its path, swallowing the battlefield in a force meant to end creation itself.
Seraphina braced for the pain.
But it never came.
Because Elias raised his hand.
And with a single motion—
He stopped it.
Not deflected.
Not absorbed.
He held the end of creation in his palm—
And extinguished it.
The remaining gods stared, their celestial forms flickering, their endless power dimming.
And then, in the space of a single breath—
Elias erased them.
Just like that.
No final words
No last resistance.
Just… nothing.
WHAT REMAINS...
Silence.
Not just on the battlefield.
Everywhere.
Seraphina collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath.
The war was over.
But the world felt different.
She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto Elias.
His eyes—no longer human.
No longer just Elias.
Something else.
Varian swallowed hard. "Elias… what have you become?"
Elias looked down at his hands, the weight of his own existence pressing down on him.
Then, at last—he spoke.
"Something new."