The four gods, poised to strike, froze in shock. The young god, Fariel—flung far into the distance moments ago by Sven's dying blow—reappeared on the exact spot Devon had stood. His boyish face twisted with raw anger, eyes burning with hate.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
His scream tore through the air, shaking the ruined city below.
Sven growled as he saw Fariel appear,
"Come on then, let me put you down for good"
The lion beast opened his mouth charging up a blast.
Fariel stood still
"Xeias"
A runic magic circle formed around him,
As Sven unleashed his blast,
Fariel responded in kind , his attack tearing through Sven's blast and severing him into two.
Sven with his dying breath stared at his decapitated master.
Their eyes met, and tears welled in Nick's
"It's been… what, a thousand years? Yeah, that's about right.
You've been a faithful siege.
I never once saw you as a pet—you were always my brother.
Always staying by my side, even when most of the time I almost got you killed.
I know it's too late for both of us… but in the next life, I-"
Splat!
Sven's body was crushed into a bloody pulp
Fariel, stood there drenched in gore, floated upward toward Nick. His childish face carried a cold authority,
He stared at the four gods above who instinctively lowered their head
"You couldn't catch one deity" Fariel roared his voice sounded like thunder.
"We assumed you would-" A voice said in a whisper before keeping quiet.
Fariel looked at who had spoken.
It was Sadean, the female god who was holding onto Nick's head.
Ignoring her he faced the head dangling in her hands.
"Nick Birch, you are guilty of aiding the murderer Devon Veyron. As a council member, I proclaim justice upon you. And I sentence you to death."
"Wait, Fariel!" Sadean's voice cracked. "If you kill him now, Chaos won't take this lying down. Is it wise to make an enemy of Chaos? He has—"
"Silence!"
Fariel's roar cut her short. The other gods shifted uneasily, fear flickering in their eyes.
"What? Say it! More powerful than me because I lost to him eight thousand years ago? Don't forget—I sit on the Council of Gods too. A lowly god like you should know your place."
Fariel turned to Nick's head, still held in Sadean's grip. Nick's eyes burned with defiance, meeting Fariel's gaze without fear.
"Do you have anything to say before we hunt down your friend and kill him?"
Nick glared, then laughed wildly.
"Go ahead. Do you think you can stop him?"
"Stop him? I'm a god. With the power of fate what is a hundred years I can't return to"
"What about a thousand"
Nick's voice turned mocking, almost playful.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Fariel frowned
"Why would Devon Veyron kill a god when he knows it's treason, punishable by death?" Nick said through his bloody teeth.
Fariel's eyes narrowed. "It's not possible to go that far back in time you need-"
"The Book of Understanding," Nick interrupted.
Fariel froze, his youthful face paling. "Impossible. He can't have it. Even if he could get it… it requires a god-level Nexus!"
Nick's face twisted into a wide grin.
"Do you get it now"
"That bastard… he was already a god. How else could he have killed Savjtar?
A deity killing a god is impossible, yet I believed the report. Savjtar was in no way weak he was mid-tier. How didn't I see this?"
Fariel paced, hands behind his back, steps quick with panic.
"We need to act fast. If he knows the path to godhood, three hundred years is more than enough with the right resources—"
Nick laughed, bitter and mocking. "You're scared, aren't you?"
"Scared?" Fariel snapped. "He just became a god. I've been one for thousands of years!"
"Yet you brought six gods against a single deity," Nick laughed
"Deep down, you fear what he can become."
Fariel's face twisted. "Destroy it!"
Sadean, realizing she could not defy the order, pressed her fingers into Nick's head. A glowing white orb emerged, she grabbed it and with a pressing motion she crushed it effortlessly.
Nick's head dissolved into dust—his final laugh echoing in the storm.
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Devon opened his eyes to find himself in a vast black void. Around him, countless serpent-like creatures slithered through the darkness, their massive forms coiling endlessly.
"It's… bigger than last time," Devon muttered, scanning the void. "Now, where the hell is that door?"
He wandered through the emptiness, doubt creeping in.
"Don't tell me it's changed. Is there no door here at all—"
Then he looked up.
Suspended in the void was a golden door, inscribed with dark runes only gods could decipher. The meaning was simple, absolute: ORDER.
Devon floated toward it and grabbed the handle. He pulled with all his might, but the door didn't budge. Not even divine strength could move it.
Suddenly, the door began to rise, dragging him upward. His hand clung to the handle—until realization struck.
It wasn't a door.
It was a shield.
A massive shield wielded by a giant towering over Seven hundred pfeet, clad in brass armor. A helmet obscured its face, save for two burning red eyes that pierced straight through Devon.
In its other hand, the giant held a colossal one-handed sword with a single word engraved: LAW.
The towering being studied him in silence—then let out a deafening roar. Both sword and shield ignited with a blinding red glow.
Devon clenched his fists, his expression hard.
He knew instantly—he wasn't leaving this place until he defeated this abomination.
Already igniting his Nexus, he faced the beast.