Chapter 101 – The Prophecy

The world groaned.

The clash between shadow and scripture had not ended—it had torn through the fabric of belief itself. The marshland where Kael stood no longer resembled earth. Fractured plains drifted like shards of glass across an ocean of void, each piece carrying whispers of broken legends.

Aria staggered, staff glowing faintly as she tried to shield herself from the fallout. Her voice cracked:
“Kael—stop! If this keeps unraveling, there won’t be a world left to save!”

But Kael didn’t answer immediately. His blade pulsed with darkness not born of death, but of absence—a hollow power that fed on what history refused to remember. Every swing carved silence into the air, severing not just matter, but memory.

The Sigil Bearer staggered too, cloak of living scripture flickering. Runes peeled off his form, dissolving into ash. And yet, he smiled.
“You don’t understand what you’ve unleashed. This isn’t victory. This is erasure without boundary. Even gods… even mortals… will vanish.”

Kael’s eyes burned—not with rage, but with defiance.
“Good. Then maybe the lies die with them.”

The Sigil Bearer raised his hand again, but his strength faltered. His form fractured into light, scattering across the sky like shattered prophecy. Still, his final words lingered:
“The world will not forgive you, shadow-born. It will break you before you rewrite it.”

And with that, the Sigil Bearer was gone.

Silence fell.

The marshland, the sky, the very ground—they all hung on the edge of collapse, half-existence, half-oblivion. Only Kael and Aria stood whole, shadows long beneath the pale sky.

Aria’s voice was faint, almost broken.
“You… you erased him. But Kael—what else did you erase?”

Kael lowered his sword. For the first time, the weight of what he had done pressed down on him. He looked at his hands, at the shadows clinging to his skin like scars.

Somewhere, faint but certain, he felt it:
The world’s script had changed.
But in the distance, other runes burned to life—new actors stepping onto the stage, drawn by the void he had created.

And Kael knew the fight wasn’t over.
The gods had been warned.