Episode 50 – Return to Light
The skies cracked open.
The demon realm trembled under the weight of unleashed chaos. Kael stood at the heart of it all, head bowed, fists clenched. Lana's blood stained his hands, her still form behind him protected by Felix's trembling barrier.
"You should have killed me," he said softly to the final Primorati. His voice didn't carry rage—it carried judgment.
The air shifted again.
Then came the light.
Kael screamed—not in pain, but release—as golden energy exploded outward from his body. His skin cracked like porcelain, revealing pure light underneath. Bones shifted, warped. His roar was part-human, part-divine… and part-wolf.
His limbs elongated. Muscles tightened. Fur of radiant gold erupted from his body, shimmering so brightly that the battlefield turned day under his glow. His eyes, once stormy gray, now burned like twin suns. His aura pulsed like a star, forcing everyone—even Rhea, Tunde, and the Primorati—to shield their eyes.
The Golden Wolf had risen.
"W-what is that?" the molten-skinned wizard stammered, stepping back for the first time.
"Something ancient," the shadowed witch whispered. "Something not even the gods dared awaken…"
Kael—now towering, his fur glowing, wind and lightning dancing around him—vanished in a flash of light and reappeared behind the wizard. A swing of his clawed paw sent the ancient Primorati crashing through three mountains of black stone.
Then came thunder.
A shockwave of golden lightning spread across the battlefield, melting demons where they stood. Half the army—gone in a blink. Their shadows lingered only a second before being erased by the purifying storm.
Felix, still holding the seal-scroll, stared with wide eyes. "He's… not even touching the ground…"
Rhea, bruised but standing, grinned. "That's our Kael."
But it wasn't over.
The last remaining witch gathered every shred of dark magic she had, forming a twisting spiral of curses and corrupted flame. She screamed as the spell struck toward Kael.
He didn't move.
He didn't need to.
The spell fizzled the moment it touched the aura around him—consumed by divine energy no dark magic could match.
Kael stepped forward, now back in a partly humanoid form, golden fur flowing like a royal cape, eyes glowing.
"No more gates. No more realms. No more death," he said.
With a thunderclap, Velmorth'Rael appeared in his hand, not summoned but born from the light itself. He drove the sword into the cracked ground. Symbols lit up from the stone—ancient glyphs of sealing and time. A huge light pillar shot up to the sky, ripping the Gate of Pythros apart in a cascade of flames and color.
The witch screamed as the storm overtook her. Her final cry echoed for miles before fading into the wind.
And then… silence.
The gate was gone.
Pythros was collapsing.
Kael turned, lifting Lana gently into his arms. "Let's go home."
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Later... Earth.
The sky over Shadowbound High was clear. Students walked the halls. Laughter returned. The scent of grass. The warmth of peace.
Kael, now healed and glowing faintly, stood beside Lana on the roof.
"You good?" she asked softly.
He nodded. "Just wondering when the next storm will come."
"Then enjoy the sun while it's here."
Down below, Tunde was throwing spitballs at Felix while Rhea tried to focus during class.
The war was over.
But magic… was far from done.