Chapter 117 — The Dominion

The battlefield was no longer a place, but a wound carved into existence.
Skies bled crimson, the fractured moons above split like glass, their shards orbiting like jagged blades. The ground convulsed with each breath Kael took, as though even the earth feared what he had become.

The Avatars stood in formation—each cloaked in a divine presence, their forms blurring between reality and myth. Yet for the first time, hesitation flickered across their eternal eyes.

Kael’s shadow spread outward, devouring light, warping air, staining rivers black. It wasn’t just power—it was dominion. A force rewriting the laws of creation itself.

One Avatar raised a spear, its tip burning with the fire of ten suns.
“You stand against eternity, forgotten one. Yield, and your erasure will be merciful.”

Kael’s laugh was low, sharp, and merciless.
“Mercy is for those who still fear death. I erased that fear long ago.”

He raised his blade. It pulsed with resonance, as though all the grief, rage, and defiance of countless souls funneled into its edge.

Aria stood behind him, staff glowing, her voice steady despite the terror:
“You’ll break the world if you keep going…”

Kael didn’t look back. His eyes were locked on the Avatars, his voice cold steel:
“Then let it break. A broken world can still be rebuilt—my way.”

The clash erupted.
The spear of suns met Kael’s shadowed blade. The explosion of their strike ripped a canyon into the sky itself. Stars flickered out, swallowed by the aftershock. The Avatars moved as one, weaving their myth into existence—but Kael met them blow for blow, his dominion growing with each strike, rewriting each legend they invoked.

The war of gods and the unwanted had begun.