"WHAT DID YOU—?!"
Kael tried to shout, but the words barely left his mouth before Evan vanished. He reappeared in an instant, right in front of him, his right fist drawn back, prismatic flames coiling around it.
"TALK. IS."
His fist shot forward, colliding with Kael's crossed arms. The explosive impact sent him hurtling backwards, the sheer force launching the god into the distance.
"OVERRATED!!!"
Just like that, Kael was temporarily removed from the battle.
'I think a few of those Demons were in that direction. They'll keep him busy for a while.'
The sudden elimination snapped the others out of their stunned disbelief over Dorian's disappearance. In the next breath, they charged forward, attacks coming from all directions.
Evan extended his hand, and the Vanquisher shot back into his grasp. The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, his Ultimate Skill ignited.
A wave of flames erupted outward, devouring Miresi's arrows mid-flight—speed and power be damned. The inferno raged through the air in an arc, completing its deadly sweep just as his sword clashed against Leor's spear.
Both immediately pulled back their weapons, shrouding them in their respective Universal Laws—Light and Spear, Fire and Sword.
A split-second later, their weapons collided again, their speed instantaneously surpassing light, reaching such extremes that the others couldn't even interfere—even if they wanted to assist Leor.
The two streaked across the battlefield as they fought, and even though Miresi, the fastest among them, could clearly track their movements with her Authority of Alacrity, she wasn't certain her arrows would strike true without risking Leor in the crossfire.
Instead, she decided to buff Leor with the law of Alacrity, increasing his speed even further.
Fissures split open as shockwaves ripped through the terrain with every clash, the two streaks of light tearing through the air and into the atmosphere.
Evan's sword met Leor's spear in a furious exchange, the golden weapon crackling with literal divine momentum, each thrust carrying the force of a sun's eruption. Sparks and flames raged between them, each strike detonating like a star imploding, sending waves of energy out of the deleted atmosphere, with shockwaves that reached nearby planets.
Leor's speed suddenly spiked, allowing him to instantly blitz Evan, the light around his spear condensing into a spiralling drill of destruction.
Evan barely had time to react—luckily, his sword was already positioned in front of his chest, so he only had to shift it slightly to parry.
But the force behind Leor's attack was nearly ten times what physics dictated it should be—Leor's mastery over the Law of Momentum made sure of that.
The impact sent Evan hurtling downward like a meteor, crashing into the ground with a nuclear-level explosion. He barely had time to get to his feet before Varok charged in, twin blades flashing with metallic brilliance.
Duskfang came for his ribs, Dawnbreaker for his shoulder.
Evan twisted his wrist, intercepting Duskfang with Vanquisher, while shifting his body just enough for Dawnbreaker to graze past him—cutting deep, but not deep enough to matter.
He was about to counterattack when a sharp crackling sound reached his ears.
Miresi's arrows tore through the air faster than lightning, aimed precisely at the weak points she had calculated in an instant.
At that same moment, Evan's instincts screamed about another threat, and that was when he noticed his legs were suddenly immobilized—definitely Sylvara's doing.
But the restriction on his movements wasn't the real danger. It was the vines.
Orothis' poison-laced vines slithered through the cracked earth like living serpents, their fangs aiming for his legs.
That was the real threat.
Evan raised his left hand, summoning a shield of indigo flames, while his right hand intercepted Varok's sword, sending the god flying back with a powerful shockwave.
Simultaneously, yellow flames engulfed his legs, incinerating the venomous tendrils before they could reach him.
However, Miresi's arrows tore through his hastily created shield, piercing his side and left shoulder, their tips buried deep.
Evan felt pain as the lightning surged through his body, but he quickly ignited his yellow flames to deal with their paralysing effect, knowing that Malrik's 'death' was coming next.
From the cracked earth, skeletal hands surged upward, clawing at Evan's legs. Their touch wasn't just physical—it was spiritual, bypassing the defence of his yellow flames.
Skeletal hands erupted from the cracks in the earth, clawing at Evan's legs—their grasp not merely physical, but also spiritual. They bypassed the protection of his yellow flames, causing his flesh to wither and decay.
In response, Evan immediately shifted to their natural counter—Life.
The flames engulfing him shifted from yellow to green, burning away the death energy and cleansing his body of Malrik's rot.
The skeletal hands shrieked, crumbling into dust, but Evan didn't stop there.
His left hand shot up, gripping the arrows embedded in his shoulder, and without hesitation, he ripped them free, crimson blood spraying into the air.
His flames surged to heal the wound before it could hinder him—but Evan had no intention of wasting the projectiles.
As fast as he could, he turned and hurled the bloodstained arrows at Malrik. The god of death barely had time to react before his own ally's arrows pierced into his shoulder and thigh, the infused flames scorching his divinity, making the wounds impossible to heal.
Evan had no time to check the extent of the damage done to Malrik as Leor was on him again in a second, his spear seeking to pierce Evan's skull.
Vanquisher met the spear head-on, but the force sent tremors through Evan's arms. Varok followed immediately, his twin blades spinning in a flurry of lethal arcs, forcing Evan to navigate their assault with precise footwork.
From above, chains wreathed in restriction laws lashed toward him, seeking to bind him. He sidestepped one and slashed through another, but the third coiled around his forearm like a vice.
The magic in it burned—not in the way fire burned, but in the way it restricted, the very concept of movement itself being severed from his arm.
Suddenly, a purple fog engulfed Evan, and though he immediately held his breath, he had already inhaled enough of the pestilence-infused mist for his entire body to seize up.
In that half-second of paralysis, a volley of arrows tore through the air, two of them embedding into his thigh, while others were burned by the flames he released before they could reach him.
Through the haze of flames, Malrik's scythe descended upon Evan's restricted arm, while Varok's sword and Leor's spear streaked toward his heart.
For a moment, it seemed like they had him—until Vanquisher suddenly erupted in crimson flames of destruction, shattering the restrictions binding his movements.
The sword vanished, reappearing in his free hand, and Evan used his restrained limb as leverage, pulling himself into a spin that unleashed a cleaving arc of destruction.
A vortex of fire swirled around Vanquisher, its flames consuming everything in their wake.
The blade ripped through flesh, and the air echoed with Varok and Malrik's agonized screams—unsurprising, given that Evan had severed Varok's left arm and carved a deep gash across Malrik's chest.
The wounds were already serious due to Evan's nature as a godslayer, which made his attacks against gods far more effective. But with the added power of his flames, they became nearly impossible to heal.
Panting lightly, Evan wrenched the arrows from his leg, his flames already mending his body. He let the bloodied projectiles fall to the broken earth as he cracked his neck.
Just as the sound of clattering arrows reached Evan's ears, he sensed danger and instantly swung the Vanquisher.
The blade cut through the air toward his flank just in time to intercept Kael's attack with Unseen Fang. Kael had returned to the battlefield after tearing through dozens of godslayers, Dragon slayers, Demons, and Devils in the direction Evan had sent him flying earlier.
His body was covered in blood and wounds, evidence of the fact that he had fought through an army and left carnage in his wake.
Their weapons clashed in a burst of power, but before Kael could use any Authorities, flames erupted around Evan, swirling into a violent vortex that expanded outward in a fiery explosion.
'Mesarthim; Red: Flame Fan Formation.'
The blazing inferno kept the other gods away, buying Evan the time he needed to unleash a world-ending kind of attack.
'Ember Genesis: Elemental Weapon Rain.'
Above them, the sky darkened—not from smoke, but from the sheer number of weapons forming in the ruined atmosphere.
Swords, spears, halberds, arrows—every weapon that could pierce, all wreathed in indigo flames, ready to rain down death.
Sylvara reacted immediately, activating an elemental Authority—Water, the natural counter to fire.
Yet, despite its obvious advantage, the gods had deliberately avoided using water against Evan. His esoteric flames, empowered by his Ultimate Skill, could reach temperatures that far exceeded the boiling point of almost any liquid, vaporizing water-based attacks before they could even reach him.
They all knew this. And they all knew Evan wasn't a fool—he would have prepared for his greatest elemental weakness.
Yet against this overwhelming firestorm, they had no choice.
Sylvara channelled a surge of magic power that rivalled the energy of a thousand Prime Worlds into her Origin Core.
From the ground, a mirror image of Evan's attack erupted—a barrage of weapons formed from water, surging upward like an ocean rejecting the heavens.
Liquid spears shot skyward, arrows of compressed torrents streaking toward the inferno above.
Simultaneously, she activated her Earth Authority, transforming the terrain beneath Evan's feet. The ground surged up, locking around his legs like shackles, while Orothis pitched in with a curse that made the earth creep over Evan's body, turning his flesh to stone.
Faced with this, Evan's eyes lit up with a prismatic glow—that of his flames, and something else.
|Prismatic Inferno Authority: ORANGE—YELLOW—INDIGO—RED!|
Four-coloured flames erupted from his body, shattering the petrification instantly. Additional weapons formed in the space around the gods, and they immediately converged from all directions, closing in on them in a full three-dimensional assault.
Evan was certain that would keep the other gods occupied for a while, but just as his red-flamed sword was about to slash at Kael, Sylvara used her restricting laws to seize it, wrenching the blade from his grasp and pinning it to the ground.
"Tsk…Did you really think taking away my weapon is enough to disarm me?"
Indigo flames burst from his body and a new sword materialized in his grasp, even larger and broader than the Vanquisher. He spun on his heel, and as he did, chains of indigo fire erupted from the ground, shooting toward Kael.
They coiled around his leg, yanking him back into range just as Evan's blade carved through the air.
The strike met Kael's stomach, and just like before, Evan poured magic power and something else into his blade. Combining it with his Orange flames, he generated an explosive shockwave that sent Kael's body hurtling through the sky.
But Evan had angled his strike upward, as such, Kael wasn't just sent flying.
He was launched out of the planet's atmosphere—straight into space.
His body crashed onto one of the moons, the sheer impact tearing a crater so massive that the celestial body itself split apart.
Evan casually tossed his sword into the air, caught it, and pulled his arm back. As he did, the blade began to expand, growing larger with every passing second, its energy surging in tandem.
"Have you ever seen a sword this big?"
Without hesitation, he hurled it like a spear, and as it streaked toward the moon at speeds faster than light, its size continued to increase.
"It's all yours!"
Kael struggled to move out of the way, but the residual indigo flames still clinging to his body reshaped themselves into chains. They tightened around his limbs, pinning him down just long enough—long enough for the colossal blade to reach him.
The sword impaled him and drove his body straight through the moon. The moment it pierced through, the planet-sized celestial body erupted in a blinding explosion of energy, its shockwaves rippling all the way to the planet's surface.
All of the Kyrexi froze. They felt it instantly.
Kael was dead.