The skies above Valenor tore open like paper, revealing rifts of incandescent energy. Kael stood atop the shattered spire of the Guild’s central tower, the city below trembling under the first tremors of divine awakening. Lightning arced across the clouds, but these were no ordinary storms. They pulsed with an intelligence, a fury, and a judgment beyond mortal comprehension. The gods had awakened. Kael’s Phoenixfire flared in response, coiling along his arms like living serpents. The Aetherheart pulsed in tandem, resonating with the divine eddies that fractured reality itself. Lira crouched beside him, her dagger shimmering with residual Aether energy, her eyes wide yet unyielding. “They’re here,” she whispered, voice trembling. “All of them. Kael… this isn’t the Guild anymore. They’re gods.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “I’ve faced armies, assassins, and relic-born abominations. Gods are just… another battlefield.” He clenched the Aetherblade, the runes along its edge glowing with the co

The horizon split with a deafening roar as the Storm Titan descended. Towering above the shattered clouds, its body crackled with electricity, limbs like jagged lightning spears, eyes glowing with raw, elemental fury. Each step it took twisted the winds into hurricanes and set the sea below into churning chaos. Kael stood on the jagged cliff of the Skyward Spire, the Aetherblade in one hand, Phoenixfire coiling along his forearms, frost swirling around his shoulders, and storm currents dancing at his feet. “This is… bigger than anything I’ve faced,” Lira whispered beside him, gripping her twin Aether daggers. “Are we ready?” Kael’s gaze locked on the Titan, a calm determination settling over him. “We have no choice. This world… everything I’ve fought for… depends on stopping it.” The Titan roared again, and the air split as bolts of living lightning lashed toward Kael. He channeled storm currents through his feet, vaulting over the first strike as Phoenixfire erupted from his shoul

The heavens shattered. Lightning tore through the skies like jagged blades, and the clouds themselves seemed to fracture under the weight of divine wrath. Kael stood at the apex of the shattered Spire, the Aetherblade humming with the pulse of the Aetherheart, Phoenixfire coursing along his veins, and frost spiraling across his shoulders. Below him, reality warped—rivers of molten gold, jagged stone, and freezing wind twisted together into a chaotic storm. From the horizon, the gods advanced as one, moving with terrifying coordination. Elandra, wisdom incarnate, floated above with her golden sigils spinning in a protective halo. Tharyon, storm god, stomped the clouds, sending torrents of lightning and tornadoes spiraling toward Kael. Mireth, goddess of shadow and time, wove temporal distortions, creating overlapping echoes of Kael that attacked him relentlessly. And now, two more divine entities emerged: Voryn, god of war, exuding a crimson aura that made the very ground quake, and S