The God's killer

What Was Lost, What Remains

Chapter 21: What Was Lost, What Remains

The wind in the highlands still howled in Kael’s memory.

Before the stars obeyed his will, before his wings had unfurled like banners of judgment, he had lived and bled in silence beneath the weight of obscurity. The village had no name, or if it did, the gods had long since forgotten it. But Kael remembered every stone, every fireless night, every scar.

Remembrance: The Mortal Path

In the early days, Kael’s hands were calloused from endless labor. He split wood that was already rotting, carried buckets up hills that refused to end, and slept beneath a roof that coughed snow. Each sunrise, the world greeted him not as a god, not even as a man, but as a shadow. A forgotten thing.

He endured the whispers of elders who watched him with wary eyes. He survived the cruelty of boys emboldened by their ignorance. He bore hunger that twisted his gut into knots, and winters that tried to silence his breath in his throat.

But what truly weighed on him… was