Chapter 15
The battlefield remained hushed save for the rumble of thunder beyond the clouds. The Spiral Entity stepped forth fully now, its weapon scraping against space itself.
"You have ruled too long in silence, Godwalker," the being growled. "The realms will not bow forever."
Zereth tilted his head, finally facing the figure. "Ah. Another self-proclaimed executioner."
The Spiral Entity pointed the blade. "You've forgotten your place in the cosmos. We are the Law. You are the Mistake."
Zereth Kaine cracked his neck slowly. Then, like a whisper riding the edge of eternity:
"If I unleash even a breath of my true self... this universe will forget what light feels like."
The Spiral rushed forward space breaking behind each step. Their clash was apocalyptic.
Blades shattered mountains. Pressure waves erased entire cities beyond the battlefield. Gods fled. Mortals fainted. Dimensions cracked like fragile porcelain.
Yet through it all Zereth moved slowly. Calmly. Effortlessly.
With every parried strike, with every crushing counter, he whispered truths:
"You mistake silence for weakness."
"You mistake restraint for fear."
"You mistake peace for surrender."
And then he caught the Spiral's massive blade with a single palm.
Crack.
It shattered like clay.
"You are not prepared for me."
The Spiral fell back, coughing ichor, horrified.
Zereth stepped forward, voice echoing with godlike judgment:
"You believe my power faded... but this... this is merely a shadow of my waking will."
The clouds above churned as if remembering his name.
But before the killing blow could fall before Zereth ended it all a second Spiral tore through space.
Another enemy. Another god-slayer.
The clash had only begun.
To be continued...