Chapter 19
The divine battlefield lay silent.
Mithros's body hovered midair lifeless, burned through the chest by the strike of Ashkar. The gods above lowered their heads, stunned by the single blow.
> "It's over..." "That power… there's nothing left."
Zereth turned away.
The shattered reality around them slowly began to stitch itself together. Divine storms withdrew. The ground beneath the Spiral calmed.
> "You challenged the silence. You got silence."
But then
A pulse.
Faint. Unseen. But ancient.
Boom.
A surge of anti-realm energy burst beneath Mithros's fallen corpse his body twisted, reformed, evolved. His eyes snapped open now black voids crackling with spiral blood.
> "You were right about one thing…" "I died."
"But I brought something back with me."
His voice had changed. No longer mortal. No longer divine. Something else entirely. The Spiral Seed had bloomed inside him.
Zereth spun too late.
A lance of abyssal energy tore across the realm, hitting him square in the chest. His body flew back, slamming into a floating mountain cracking it in half.
The gods gasped.
> "Did he just…?" "Did he land a real hit?!"
Zereth dropped to one knee, blood at the corner of his mouth. He stared at the wound in disbelief—not because of the pain, but because of the nerve.
> "You... dared."
His tone deepened. The winds went still. A pressure built like the dawn of apocalypse.
He rose slowly, shadows coiling around him. His voice boomed cold and resonant.
> "KAIROS... SHATTER."
The name echoed like thunder from the bones of creation. A new sigil appeared behind Zereth six-winged, spiraling, devouring time itself.
From his hand, a blade materialized not forged, but remembered. The sword that once ended Epochs.
He flashed forward.
One swing.
The Spiral flinched.
Mithros raised his hand to block only for his entire right arm to vanish, erased from history itself.
> "You came back…"
"To die again."
Zereth's power surged. His eyes were now white-hot stars.
> "You don't deserve another burial."
He struck again.
This time he erased Mithros's core.
No blood. No scream. Just silence.
And then… as the Spiral shattered
Zereth turned to the gods.
> "One more dares... and I won't just erase the name…"
"I'll erase the memory."
He walked through the remains.
And then—he paused.
A whisper in the wind. A faint memory stirring.
> "Why does it feel like… this isn't over?"