Chapter 110 – Chains of the Erased

The battlefield of memory dissolved into dust. Kael stood once more before the husks of the gods, their crowns flickering with dying embers.

But now… they moved.

The first husk tore free of its throne, dragging a chain of molten script behind it. Its faceless head tilted, and the whispers grew heavy, suffocating:

“You are not meant to exist. The crown is fractured. Return to ash.”

More husks rose, one by one, pulling their chains taut. The air bent under their weight, reality itself straining.

Kael’s grip tightened on his sword. The runes etched onto its edge—scars of his reflection—burned brighter.

“You erased yourselves,” he said, his voice carrying through the abyss. “Don’t think you’ll erase me.”

The husks struck.

Chains of living scripture lashed toward him, glowing with the same sigils carved into the sky. Every strike carried a truth—binding laws of the world itself. Where they landed, the void folded, rewriting existence around him.

Kael slashed one apart, but the chain didn’t shatter—it rewrote itself, stitching back together in midair.

The whispers pressed harder.

“Your will bends. Your shadow crumbles. You cannot resist eternity.”

Kael staggered, knees nearly buckling as the chains coiled around him. They weren’t just binding his body—they clawed at his name, his history, every fragment of his soul.

For a moment, he felt himself unraveling.

Then—Aria’s voice echoed faintly in his memory.

If you erase him, you erase hope itself.

The fire within him surged. Kael roared, forcing his will into the abyss, his runes blazing until the chains hissed and cracked.

“You want eternity?” Kael’s voice shook the void. “Then I’ll carve my name into it myself!”

The chains shattered, not by steel, but by defiance. The husks recoiled, their crowns dimming, their whispers faltering.

One husk remained standing. Unlike the others, its crown still burned bright—untouched by time.

“You defy erasure,” it said, its voice like a dying star. “But defiance alone is not a throne. Face me, bearer of the fractured crown. If you endure, the abyss will yield. If not… you will vanish like the rest.”

The throne cracked. The last god stepped down.

And Kael braced himself for the most dangerous battle yet.