Unlocking the Forgotten Power
The moment Kael released his restraints, the air shifted. The Voidborn hesitated for the first time, as if sensing something it had not accounted for.
"This power…" it murmured. "It is not the same as before."
Kael's spear pulsed with divine radiance, its form shifting into something greater, more refined. He wasn't just regaining his past strength—he was evolving beyond it. His mortal experiences, his pain, his rage, all of it coalesced into something entirely new.
He was no longer just a god who had descended.
He was a sovereign who would forge his own path.
Kael vanished from sight. In the next instant, he was upon the Voidborn, his spear striking with the force of collapsing stars. The entity barely managed to dodge, but the aftershock of the attack ripped through the surrounding space, distorting reality itself.
The Voidborn retaliated, summoning tendrils of darkness that lashed out like vipers. Kael twisted through them, his movements fluid yet precise. With each strike, he carved away at the shadows, dispersing the Voidborn's form bit by bit.
Then, with a final thrust, he drove his spear through the entity's core.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
The Voidborn let out a soundless scream, its form unraveling like a frayed tapestry. The black flames flickered, then vanished entirely. The tendrils of darkness withdrew, retreating into the void from whence they came.
And then, silence.
Kael stood amidst the ruins, his spear still glowing with divine energy. Elyra and the old man approached cautiously, their expressions filled with awe and uncertainty.
"Is it… over?" Elyra whispered.
Kael did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the space where the Voidborn had disappeared. Something still felt… incomplete.
And then, a voice echoed through the air.
"This is only the beginning."
The ground trembled as a dark sigil burned itself into the sky. A warning. A promise.
The gods had taken notice.
And the real battle had yet to begin.
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To be continued…