Chapter 82 — Oath of Fractured Dawn
The final battle did not end with a triumphant roar or a decisive strike that silenced all enemies.
It ended with silence — heavy, exhausted, and filled with the weight of too many fallen.
The Shattered Plains lay devastated under a blood-red dawn. Craters smoked where Korthrax's tentacles had slammed into the earth. Golden wreckage of celestial constructs littered the ground like fallen stars. The bodies of demons, paladins, and riftspawn lay intertwined in death, a grim testament to the convergence of three irreconcilable forces.
Cairis stood at the center of it all, chest heaving, blood streaming from dozens of wounds across his torso and arms. His full demonic form was battered — horns cracked, muscles torn, black blood mixing with golden celestial essence that still burned like acid. Yet he remained standing, a pillar of unyielding will.
