The camp was silent in the aftermath, save for the crackle of dying flames and the groans of the wounded. Ash drifted down like black snow, coating the survivors and the broken earth alike. Leon stood apart from the others, shoulders hunched, breath ragged. Every inch of his body ached, but it wasn’t the pain of torn flesh or broken bone that hollowed him out. It was the void. It coiled in his veins, whispering with a thousand voices, feeding on his rage, his despair, his determination. It wanted more. Always more. Selene approached carefully, as though any sudden movement might shatter the fragile thread that held Leon together. She had seen what he did. She had felt the surge of annihilation that ripped through the battlefield. And though it had saved them, it terrified her more than the monsters they had fought. “Leon,” she said softly. He didn’t turn. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the crimson light of dawn bled into the endless sky. “It’s not stopping,” he murmur

The battlefield froze in unnatural silence.Every soldier Voidborn, mortal, or Celestial felt their breath stolen, their wills shattered, their very souls trembling as the rift in the heavens widened beyond comprehension. The skies bled light, not the golden glow of Seraphion’s army, but something older, purer, and infinitely heavier. It was the weight of authority itself, the kind that had once sculpted stars, carved oceans, and declared what existence meant.Kael’s grip on his blade tightened as the presence pressed against him like an ocean crushing a single stone. His chest constricted, his vision blurred, and for a heartbeat, the Void inside him recoiled, whispering warnings he had never heard before.The Eternal Throne had noticed him.From the rift descended not a warrior, nor an angel, but an avatar of pure law. It had no face, no wings, no body in the mortal sense. Instead, it appeared as a towering figure of living light, its outline shifting between man, beast, star, and

Kael no longer moved like a man. He was storm and shadow, scythe and hunger. Each swing of his weapon erased truths that had been carved into existence since the dawn of time. Each step cracked the skeleton of reality itself.The Throne’s avatar did not retreat. It could not. To retreat was to admit weakness, and weakness was not written in the language of eternity. Its blazing form shifted, becoming a colossal construct of wings and spears, its body a thousand overlapping silhouettes. Angels long dead screamed through its voice, a chorus of judgment thundering across the battlefield.“INFINITY DOES NOT TREMBLE.”Kael’s laugh was jagged, cutting through the chorus like a scar. “Then why are your hands shaking?”He surged forward. His scythe cut through the first of the avatar’s wings. The impact sent a shockwave ripping through the frozen plains, hurling corpses and broken stars like dust in the wind. The wing dissolved into rivers of light, but Kael seized it in his claws and devoure

The vortex tore Kael apart and rebuilt him with every breath. One moment he was scattered into dust, the next he was whole again, dragged deeper into an abyss that had no walls, no end, no direction. Shadows bled from his body, mixing with the lightless void that swallowed everything. Each heartbeat was an eternity, and every eternity broke him before forcing him onward again.Lilith screamed his name, her voice tearing through what little remained of the battlefield, but the vortex was merciless. It pulled him beyond her reach, beyond her sight, deeper into the Throne’s true body. She reached for him until her fingers bled, until her voice cracked, but Kael was gone, consumed by the hollow storm.Inside, the void twisted around him like a living thing. Whispers clawed at his ears, words that made no sense yet carried unbearable weight. His own shadow lashed against him, turning teeth and claws inward, trying to rip him apart from within. The Throne was not fighting him with laws anym

The void did not end. It pulsed.The heartbeat that had throbbed faintly in the ruins of creation swelled, each reverberation stronger than the last, until the darkness itself quivered with rhythm. From the shattered threads of stars, sparks gathered, colliding, merging, weaving themselves into constellations that had never before existed.Where silence had ruled, now came sound. A low hum, uncertain, fragile the whisper of a world being born.Kael’s body, once a vessel of hunger and shadow, no longer existed as flesh. It had been ripped apart in the struggle against the Throne, but destruction had not silenced him. His fragments drifted among the sparks, bones of darkness dissolving into rivers of molten fire that cut paths through the abyss. His ribs hardened into crystalline arcs that cracked and then exploded into showers of dust, each grain birthing a star. His blood flowed outward, globes of scarlet bursting into planets, their cores alive with burning magma. His wings unfurled