Chapter 115 – The Realm in Chaos

The sky was no longer a sky.

It bled with cracks of white fire, each split vomiting storms of void. Cities that had stood for centuries crumbled in hours—walls shattering like glass, towers bending under invisible weight. Oceans rose, swallowing coasts in hungry waves, while mountains shook as though trying to wrench themselves free from the earth.

Everywhere, the world screamed.

Kings clutched at broken thrones. Soldiers fought shadows that could not die. Families huddled under ruined temples, whispering prayers to gods who no longer answered.

Above them, the heavens stirred.

The marks burned across the firmament—the same runes etched upon Kael’s soul. They pulsed like a heart, and from each pulse, a fissure spread. From each fissure, they came.

Avatars.

Colossal silhouettes wreathed in divine flame descended, their steps splitting continents. Each carried the weight of a god’s will—justice, vengeance, silence, war. Mortals shattered like twigs beneath their arrival. Armies broke before they even raised a hand.

But not all bent the knee.

Scattered across the chaos, flames of defiance still burned. Aria raised her staff, summoning storms to shield the helpless. Fallen champions clawed their way from rubble to stand once more. And Kael—Kael strode through ruin with a blade that drank both shadow and light, carving paths where none should exist.

Yet with every strike, the truth pressed harder into his bones. The Avatars were not just executioners. They were heralds. Behind them, something greater stirred.

The gods were no longer content to watch.

The world was no longer simply collapsing.
It was being rewritten.

And Kael stood as the fracture—the proof that destiny could be broken.

The war of mortals was over.
The war of divinity had begun.