The Final Stand: A Clash of Gods
The Aftermath of the Cataclysm
A deafening BOOM shook the Reveiverse as the Massive Explosion, a force powerful enough to tear reality apart, finally faded. The shockwaves rolled through the cosmos, leaving behind a broken and trembling Reveiverse. The stars themselves seemed to shudder, as if afraid of what had just happened.
On Planet Saga, the air was thick with smoke and the sharp smell of burned earth. The ground was cracked, the trees were blackened, and the sky was still glowing from the explosion. King Saga, his royal armor shattered and his body covered in wounds, fell to his knees. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he gasped, "We… did it. We actually… survived."
The moment he spoke, a wave of disbelief, relief, and pure joy spread across the planet. The soldiers—their weapons broken, their bodies bruised—let out wild cheers. Warriors who had fought side by side now hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces. These were not tears of sadness, but of victory, of survival, of knowing they had somehow made it through the impossible.
Among them stood Azarel, her silver hair tangled with dirt, her armor cracked and stained. She did not cheer. Instead, her golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she whispered to herself, "I kept my promise, Lord Carel… Please… I hope you kept yours."
The Last Battlefield: A Desperate Struggle
Far from the celebrations, on the ruined battlefield where the fate of the universe had been decided, the fight was not over.
Yoton, his body covered in deep wounds, his breathing ragged and painful, stood before the monstrous Chaos God—a creature made of pure destruction, its form shifting between shadow and nightmare. His voice was raw with desperation as he roared, "Go, Nealon! I promise… I will kill this thing. With my all. Right here. Even if it costs me my life!"
Nealon, her own strength nearly gone, shook her head violently. "That's insane! I'm not leaving you behind!"
Yoton's eyes burned with urgency. "Go now, Lord Nealon… Please. We don't have time to argue!"
From behind them, Zerich, who was usually calm and collected, shouted in panic, "We have to fucking go now, Nealon!"
Nealon's voice softened, just for a moment. "Yoton… I never did have the time to express my feelings for you, Yakima. Please… be safe. Alright? And don't die."
A weak, bloodstained smile flickered across Yoton's lips as Nealon used his true name—something she had never done before. "Calling me by my true name… You're insane," he chuckled, his voice trembling. "But at least I know now… that you do love me. Same as I. Now get out of here! Go! Go! GO!"
Nealon hesitated for only a heartbeat before turning to run—but fate was cruel.
"CHAOS GOD! I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"
A blade, darker than the deepest void, slashed through the air.
Nealon gasped—a wet, choking sound—as the weapon tore through her back, sending her crashing to the ground in a pool of her own blood.
"Yoton…" she wheezed, her vision blurring. "How… how… how did he get over there? Ne… Ne… Nealonnn—"
Yoton's scream was primal, a sound of pure agony. "NO!"
Zerich, his mind refusing to accept what he had just seen, muttered, "Fuck… I must be hallucinating. Yes… I'm hallucinating."
Even Carel, who was always unshakable, stood frozen in shock before whispering, "No… Lord Nealon…"
The Chaos God laughed—a sound like bones breaking and stars dying. "I told you all… None of you will leave here alive."
What Happens Next?
The battle is not over. The Chaos God still stands, stronger than ever. Yoton, Zerich, and Carel are the only ones left. Will they avenge Nealon? Can they even survive?
The Reveiverse holds its breath…
To be continued.