Chapter 113 – When Shadows Step Into Daylight

The path of light carried Kael upward, each step pulling him from the silence of eternity. Behind him, the abyss folded in on itself, vanishing into nothing. Before him—sky.

He emerged not into sunlight, but a storm-scarred horizon. The world above was no longer the same. The earth groaned beneath fractures that pulsed with golden veins of divine script. Towns lay silent, their walls marked by symbols that glowed faintly, rewriting reality.

Kael’s boots touched soil again. It should have felt grounding, real. Instead, the ground recoiled, shuddering beneath his presence—as if the world itself still tried to reject him.

Figures appeared in the distance. Soldiers of the Church, their armor inscribed with the gods’ marks, stood in a trembling line. None dared step forward. Their captain raised a hand, voice breaking between fear and awe.

“He… he returned. The shadow walks.”

Whispers spread like wildfire. Some fell to their knees, praying desperately. Others raised weapons, though their hands shook. No one could ignore him. Not anymore.

Kael’s eyes swept the horizon. The world was bending, being corrected—rewritten by the gods to erase the flaw of his existence. And yet, here he stood.

The storm parted for only a moment. A ray of light cut through the clouds, illuminating his figure. To the soldiers, he was no man. He was proof of defiance—an omen.

Kael raised his blade, not in threat, but in declaration.
“I was erased once. But now, you’ll carve my name into history yourselves.”

The ground shook. Not from him—but from something greater. Above the storm, a vast shadow coiled across the clouds. An eye opened, golden and infinite. The true gods had marked his return.

And the world was about to ignite.