Chapter 120 — The Last Avatar

The battlefield was silent for a heartbeat. Fragments of divine light drifted like ash, the remnants of broken Avatars dissolving into nothing.

Only one remained.

The Avatar of Eternity—a figure draped in endless threads of time, its body stitched together from past, present, and future. Every step it took left echoes of itself, a thousand shadows layered over one truth.

Aria whispered, “It’s the strongest of them all…”

The Avatar raised its hand. Reality bent. Rivers flowed backward, stars flickered out, Kael’s scars rewound only to tear open again. Its voice carried not sound, but inevitability:
“You were never meant to be. Even now, all paths converge on your erasure.”

Kael staggered, visions flooding his mind—worlds collapsing, Aria dying a hundred ways, Kael himself becoming the very monster he feared. The threads tightened, choking possibility itself.

But in that suffocating spiral, Kael’s shadow surged. His dominion tore free, unraveling time’s grip. His voice was steel:
“Then I’ll forge a path even Eternity can’t bind.”

He moved. Faster than time, heavier than fate. Every strike shattered echoes, cut apart futures, and burned away inevitability. The Avatar countered with infinite selves, but Kael’s blade consumed them, carving down to the core.

At last, he stood face-to-face with Eternity’s true form: a hollow figure, trembling, still whispering,
“You… should not exist…”

Kael’s reply was a whisper sharpened into a blade:
“That’s why I will endure.”

His final strike cleaved through the Avatar of Eternity. Threads snapped. Time itself screamed—then stilled.

The Last Avatar fell.

And for the first time in millennia, the gods were silent.