The sky above the mountains was no longer just a sky, for the heavy clouds had been torn apart under the pressure of the power unleashed by two beings clashing within the storm, and the lightning that once fell chaotically and blindly now circled the battlefield like enraged spirits of the storm that had lost their master, while every strike, every movement, every burst of energy between Drakar and Perun made reality itself tremble as if the world had not yet decided whether it would endure this battle or shatter alongside the storm.
Perun stood in the center of a massive crater that had once been the peak of a mountain.
His body was wrapped in lightning.
His eyes burned with fury.
The blood of a god dripped onto the scorched stone.
And for the first time in thousands of years, thunder no longer sounded like authority.
But like rage.
"MORTAL!"
His voice tore across the sky.
"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND EQUAL TO THE GODS?!"
Drakar hovered in the air.
His wings spread behind him — vast, dark, covered in golden runes burning with ancient light, and as the wind passed between their scaled edges, faint traces of energy remained in the air like scars in the fabric of the world itself.
His voice was quiet.
But even the clouds heard him.
"I don't want to be equal."
He slowly raised his chains.
"I want you to fear."
Perun roared.
And in that instant the sky turned white.
Hundreds of lightning bolts struck at once.
Drakar moved.
His wings tore through the air.
He shot through the storm like a black comet.
The first bolt struck his chain.
Explosion.
Energy scattered in all directions.
The second bolt came.
He evaded it.
The third—
It struck his wing.
Dragon fire erupted.
Drakar crashed to the ground.
The mountain trembled.
Perun did not give him time to rise.
The god struck.
The hammer of thunder slammed into the earth.
The storm exploded.
Drakar was thrown into the air.
His body slammed into stone.
His ribs cracked.
But he rose.
Slowly.
Perun watched him.
And now there was not only rage in his eyes.
But something else.
"You…"
His voice grew quieter.
"are becoming dangerous."
Drakar wiped the blood from his lips.
"I warned you."
Perun raised his hammer.
"Then I will end this."
The sky darkened above them.
And then…
the entire storm began to gather into one place.
Into Perun's hammer.
The clouds twisted into a massive spiral.
Lightning converged.
A pillar of energy began to form in the sky.
Far away among the trees, Selene whispered:
"This…"
Her eyes widened.
"Divine strike…"
Drakar felt it too.
The pressure.
The power.
If that attack landed…
the mountains would cease to exist.
Perun smiled.
"Goodbye, hunter."
And he brought the hammer down.
But in that exact moment Drakar moved.
His wings exploded with power.
Dragon Ascension.
The world slowed.
He saw the lightning.
He saw the flow of energy.
He saw…
the heart of the storm.
And he threw the chain.
The blade cut through the air.
And struck directly into Perun's chest.
Into the center of the rune.
The god staggered.
"What—"
Drakar landed before him.
His eyes burned gold.
"I told you."
His voice was quiet.
"I spared you."
He reached forward.
And grabbed the rune.
Perun tried to break free.
Lightning exploded around them.
But it was too late.
"If you had been wiser…"
Drakar tightened his grip.
"you would have understood that you should not stand against someone who can already kill you for good."
Perun stared at him.
And for the first time…
fear appeared in the eyes of a god.
"No…"
Drakar ripped the rune out.
The world exploded.
Thunder fell silent.
Lightning vanished.
Perun's body began to crack.
His form shattered into light.
"This…"
His voice faded.
"is impossible…"
Drakar answered calmly.
"Now it is possible."
Perun fell to his knees.
And then his body shattered into lightning.
And the storm was gone.
Far away.
In the Hall of Pantheons.
Thunder suddenly ceased.
And the gods felt it.
Zeus rose sharply.
"No…"
Thor slowly turned his head.
Odin closed his eye.
Svarog remained silent.
Because he already knew.
Zeus whispered:
"The second…"
Thor clenched his fist.
"He killed a second god."
The hall began to tremble.
And for the first time in thousands of years…
the gods felt fear.
In the world of mortals.
Drakar stood in the ruins of the shattered mountain.
His wings slowly faded.
In his hand burned a new rune.
The rune of thunder.
Selene approached him.
Her voice was quiet.
"Drakar…"
She looked at the runes.
"You just killed a god."
He looked at the sky.
Where the storm was slowly fading.
"Yes."
He clenched the rune.
And it dissolved into his body.
His runes flared brighter.
Selene asked softly:
"What now?"
Drakar answered:
"Now…"
His voice turned cold.
"The gods will start coming seriously."
And far above the world, the clouds began to gather once more.
Because the death of a god…
never goes unanswered.