Chapter 104 – Clash Against the Pantheon

The marshland shattered under the first strike.

A god of storms descended, his body a cyclone of lightning and cloud. His spear split the air, its tip glowing with centuries of worship. One thrust could level kingdoms.

Kael raised his sword. Shadow wrapped around steel, hungry, alive. The spear descended—only for Tsuyoi to snap reality sideways. The strike vanished, as though the god had stabbed into a history that no longer existed.

But the storm god did not falter. His form fractured, multiplying into echoes, lightning-born doubles circling Kael with bolts that split the fractured horizon.

Kael snarled. His body strained with every erasure, muscles burning, veins darkening. The weight of Tsuyoi gnawed at him—erasing gods was not like erasing mortals. Each use cut something deeper.

Then a new voice split the chaos.

The sea surged upward, forming into a colossal figure crowned with coral and tidal force. The god of oceans raised his trident, waves roaring higher than mountains.
“You undo flame. You undo storm. But can shadow erase the tide?”

Kael’s sword trembled in his grip, shadow sparking, his breath ragged. Yet his voice held steel.
“Try me.”

He slashed. The wave collapsed—not broken, not blocked, but forgotten, like water spilled from a history no one could recall. The ocean god staggered, his form flickering.

Aria screamed across the battlefield:
“Kael! Stop! Every erasure tears the seams of the world! You’re not just fighting gods—you’re unraveling everything!”

Kael’s reply was a whisper drowned in thunder.
“Good.”

The fire-crowned god lifted his hand again, his radiance now a storm of suns. Around him, the Pantheon readied their judgment.

And Kael, bleeding shadow, stood alone against the divine host.