The ground beneath her cracked, swallowing fire into endless dark.Jenna staggered forward, her wings seared to their roots, her sword glowing hot as though it were about to break. The air itself was poison, thick with ash and whispers, Before her, two figures.One chained, broken, yet alive, One crowned in fire and shadow, eyes glowing with hunger, both Denilson.The Shadow King’s voice rumbled low, venom sliding through every syllable. “You don’t belong here.”Jenna lifted her sword, though her arm trembled. Her chest heaved, lungs torn from the fall, blood dripping into the abyss beneath her feet.“I belong wherever he is.”The Shadow King laughed, sharp and jagged, as if the abyss itself were laughing through him.“Then you’ve chosen to die here.”, And the chains attacked.They came alive all at once, snakes of steel and flame, darting for her throat, her wrists, her wings.She spun, slashing. Sparks flew, links shattered. But the moment one chain fell, another replaced it, thicke

The moment their hands met, the world broke. The abyss wailed like a dying god. Chains lashed the sky, shattering mountains of ash and steel. The Eye above dilated, its pupil swallowing galaxies, its voice shaking existence itself.You DARE?Denilson’s body arched, blood erupting from his chest where the Shadow King’s claws had torn him open. Their hands fused, not by choice but by inevitability, veins of light and veins of shadow intertwining like serpents.Jenna screamed his name, but her voice drowned in the explosion of force that hurled her back into the fissured ground. Her broken wings tore against the pull, her fingers scraping the stone as she fought to crawl toward him.“DENILSON!”Darkness, Light, Fire.He stood within himself, but not alone. Across from him, his own reflection. The Shadow King. But no longer laughing, no longer mocking. Their bodies were bound, their veins glowing with the same fire.“This is what you wanted,” the shadow whispered. “Strength. Freedom. No m

The void screamed, Denilson’s blade had cut through the Eye’s pulsing heart, but instead of death, there was birth.The black fire cracked like glass, shattering outward in a rain of burning shards. Every shard held a memory, a life, a scream, and as they fell, the abyss quaked, twisting into something unrecognizable.Denilson was thrown back, his wings broken, his chest seared raw. He struck the rivers of blood-faces, and they dissolved beneath him, collapsing into raw energy that seared every vein.The Shadow King staggered beside him, his crown flickering. “Fool… you didn’t kill it. You woke it, From the broken core, a shape rose, Not an eye. Not hunger in disguise. Something worse.Its form was shifting, infinite and finite all at once, arms made of galaxies, a spine of collapsing suns, a ribcage forged from entire civilizations screaming in unison. Its face was a void, and within that void a mouth tore open, lined not with teeth but universes.Every word it spoke was a devouring.

The ground, if it could be called that, cracked under silence. The titan’s foot fell, not with thunder, but with subtraction. Every fragment of the broken landscape erased beneath its step, vanishing without even dust to mark its passing.It loomed above Denilson, faceless yet formed, its head crowned with the ruins of a thousand devoured worlds. Its body was stitched together from erased fragments, half a god’s rib, the arm of a planet, the shadow of a civilization’s prayer, and all of it stared down with nothing.The Shadow King muttered beside him, voice half-gone, fading with every syllable.“This… is what we become if we lose.”The titan moved again, Its presence alone was annihilation. Denilson felt his grip on himself falter, his wings flickered out of existence for two heartbeats before reforming, weaker, fraying at the edges, His sword dimmed, The memory of forging it with his will stuttered.You are already unraveling, the Devourer’s voice murmured through the titan’s frame.

Denilson gasped as the syllables dissolved in his throat. He tried again, screaming into the abyss,“Je, Jen”Nothing. The sound collapsed into static, The abyss had eaten the name. His scar flared, trying to rebuild it, but the space was empty, hollowed. He grasped for her laugh, her eyes, her warmth, and though fragments burned faintly, the center was gone.The gut of Nýxoros pulsed, delighted, You are less. Denilson staggered, wings fraying. “No… I”The Shadow King’s laughter rasped in his mind. You thought you could keep her whole? This is the cost of defiance. Anchor yourself or you are already dead. “I won’t let her go!”You already have, Jenna collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest, It wasn’t pain. It was absence. A hollow tearing, As if something had stolen her reflection from every mirror in existence.“Denilson…” she whispered.Roland staggered to her side, scar blazing weakly. “What’s wrong?”She shook her head, trembling. “I don’t know, I can’t feel him, like, like I