Chapter 121 — The Hidden God

The silence that followed the Last Avatar’s fall was not peace. It was pressure—an endless weight pressing against the marrow of every soul alive.

The skies did not clear. Instead, they split.

From the rupture above, something greater descended. Not an Avatar. Not a fragment. But the one who had birthed them all—the Hidden God, the hand that had erased Kael’s name from history.

It was not form but presence. Its body was an ocean of sigils, each one a law of the world. Its face was a shifting void that mirrored Kael’s own shadow. The earth cracked beneath its arrival, as if reality itself bent in reverence.

Aria’s voice trembled. “That’s… the author of fate.”

The god’s voice reverberated across existence:
“You were a mistake, Kael. A fracture in the script. I sent my Avatars to cleanse you. And still, you linger.”

Kael lifted his blade, its edge humming with the dominion that had devoured gods. His chest heaved, but his eyes burned steady.
“You erased me once. Try again.”

The Hidden God moved. Its hand stretched across the battlefield, vast as the horizon, woven with runes that bent mountains into dust.

Kael leapt. His shadow erupted, splitting into countless echoes, each one striking from a different timeline, a different possibility. For every law the god cast down, Kael broke one more.

Steel met infinity.
Shadow met law.
A mortal met god.

The clash shook the firmament.

Aria clutched her staff, watching Kael carve defiance into creation itself. She whispered—not to him, but to the world:
“Remember him. He must not be erased again.”

And for the first time, the god hesitated.