The God's killer

The Temple Beyond Time

Chapter 15: The Temple Beyond Time

At the Edge of the Sky, Where Roads End

The Path of Constellations narrowed as Kael and Lira approached the final gate.

The floating mountain ahead wasn’t made of stone or earth, it was shaped from moments compressed into matter. Time itself flowed visibly along its flanks, like veins of silver light. At its peak stood a vast doorway made from fused stars, carved with glyphs no living being had spoken in eons.

The Temple of Origin.

Kael stopped, his breath curling as frost in the celestial air. His body trembled not from fear, but from the unbearable familiarity of this place.

“I forged the throne here,” he whispered. “Bled my divinity into the world. Bound them my children to the laws I created.”

Lira held his hand tighter. “And they betrayed you.”

“Yes.” His voice was iron.

Together, they stepped through the gate.

The world changed.

Within the Temple

There were no walls.

No ceilings.

No floors.

Only memory.

The moment they crossed the threshold, reality collapsed into waves of recollection. They floated in a boundless space, drifting across suspended scenes of history, each like a stained-glass shard in a sea of night.

Kael saw them all.

The first forging of light.

The sculpting of the gods from stardust and breath.

His own hands shaping them, giving them names.

Granting them form. Purpose. Power.

“I gave them everything,” he said, his voice breaking. “Elarya, Vaelun, Toras I loved them.”

“And they feared what you would become,” Lira murmured.

He turned to her. “They didn’t fear what I would become. They feared what I already was.”

The memory shifted showing Kael, not as he was now, but as he had been. A radiant figure, robed in shadow and flame, eyes like twin galaxies, forging the heavens with nothing but thought.

And beside him, always

A woman.

Eyes like twilight. Laughter like bells.

Lira staggered.

“That’s…”

“You,” Kael whispered. “You were divine once, too. My equal. My counterpart.”

In the memory, she smiled and was struck down.

By a blade of light wielded by the gods.

Kael roared, rising in fury. His past self unleashed such power that stars burned out across the sky. But it was too late.

The gods had used Lira’s divine core her soul to forge the chains that bound Kael’s power.

Her death had not been a casualty.

It had been the key.

“No” Lira fell to her knees, trembling.

“They killed you to weaken me,” Kael said, voice hoarse. “Your death was the first betrayal. My rage after… was their excuse to seal me.”

He looked down at her and now he understood.

The reason the Root Flame had answered her.

The reason she had awakened in the chamber.

She was not just mortal.

She was returning.

And the temple had brought her here because her soul fragmented and hidden in the mortal cycle was finally whole again.

Kael knelt. “You were never just a companion.”

He pressed his forehead to hers.

“You were a goddess.”

A pulse of radiant darkness surged from them both.

The temple trembled.

In the distance, the walls of memory cracked.

The chains binding Kael’s divinity snapped, one by one.

He screamed not in pain, but in release as power ancient and forbidden rushed back into his soul. His form flickered, taller now, wreathed in abyssal flame and silver halos, a celestial crown floating behind him. His black-irised eyes shone like black holes drawing in light and truth alike.

Lira stood beside him, her body glowing with silver runes. Wings of mirrored light extended from her back for a heartbeat, then vanished leaving behind only the knowledge:

She had returned, too.

Together, they stood in the center of the Origin Temple.

The cradle of all divinity.

Kael extended a hand and the temple’s core opened.

Within it stood a weapon.

Not made of steel, but forged from unspoken truth.

It was the Godbane a relic he had hidden from even the pantheon. A spear of silence, shaped from his own essence. With it, he had created gods.

Now, he would use it to end them.

“I remember everything,” Kael whispered.

Behind them, the temple cracked.

A rupture of golden light poured in the gods had found them.

Aeris, Vaelun, and Elarya stepped through the veil, cloaked in divine fire.

“Kael,” Elarya said, her voice shaking with fear and fury. “You must not take the spear.”

Kael turned slowly, black crown burning behind him.

“I already have.”

Lira stood at his side, her hand glowing with divine sigils.

The spear floated between them, humming with the heartbeat of a forgotten cosmos.

And for the first time since the First War

The balance shifted.