Chapter 105 – The Last Stand of Shadows

The battlefield groaned beneath their fury.

Spears of sunfire, tridents of tide, chains of light—every god struck in unison. Their attacks weren’t merely power, but centuries of belief sharpened into weapons. The air itself was scripture, lashing out to erase the blasphemer.

Kael’s sword blurred. Shadows howled, devouring strikes one after another, his body shaking under each erasure. His blood hit the earth black, sizzling like acid.

One god fell. Another flickered out. Each time Tsuyoi roared, history bent, and divine names dimmed.

But for every god erased, more pressed forward. The Pantheon was endless, a tide of eternity.

Aria’s barrier cracked around her. She screamed, voice raw:
“Kael, you can’t keep this up! They’ll break you!”

Kael gritted his teeth, vision swimming, shadow crawling up his arms.
“I don’t care. If I fall—so do they.”

He raised his blade for another strike—only for the storm god’s spear to pierce his guard. Lightning burned through his chest.

Kael staggered. Tsuyoi wailed, shadows bursting outward in fury, erasing half the marshland in an instant. Gods recoiled—but not for long.

The fire-crowned deity stepped forward, his voice carrying like a judgment etched into the marrow of reality.
“You thought a shadow could devour eternity? Then drown in the light of creation itself.”

The heavens opened. A sun descended, raw, merciless. Kael raised his blade one last time, body broken, shadow bleeding into the void.

The Pantheon’s radiance swallowed him whole.

Darkness.

And silence.