Chapter 118 — The Last Genesis

The clash of Kael and the Avatars no longer sounded like battle—it was creation and destruction colliding. Every strike birthed stars and killed them in the same breath. Mountains rose and fell in seconds, oceans boiled into storms that rained fire, and reality itself trembled like brittle glass.

One Avatar, cloaked in stormlight, unleashed a roar that shook galaxies. Chains of lightning fell, binding Kael’s limbs, dragging him toward the abyss.

But Kael’s dominion surged. His shadow split the chains as though they were threads of cobweb. He raised his blade, and with a single swing, the lightning-born Avatar collapsed into fragments of divine ash.

The others pressed harder. The Avatar of Stone molded the ground into titanic fists, while the Avatar of Flame burned with suns reborn.

Aria cried out, channeling her staff, forcing the broken laws of magic to bend around Kael. She was no longer just supporting him—she was tethering him to existence itself. Without her, his dominion would unravel even him.

Kael’s voice thundered across the chaos:
“Your genesis ends here. This world will not be rewritten by gods, but by those you tried to erase.”

The Avatars struck in unison, an orchestra of divine fury.
Kael answered with a single swing. His blade carved through their symphony, and the world itself screamed.

As the dust cleared, the battlefield was drenched in silence—yet not peace. The Avatars still stood, though their immortal forms flickered, their eternity cracking.

And Kael?
He no longer seemed mortal. His shadow had grown too vast, stretching beyond the sky, curling around the stars themselves. His dominion wasn’t just fighting the gods anymore.

It was replacing them.