Starbrigde
Ogier Tower, Kleito city
Agartha, Anu Solar system
Pleiades Galaxy
Divine Federation
Pan 19th Y-1889 C.E
Jonathan Haravok walked alone among the smoke-wreathed corpses of the Council chamber, the ash drifting like funeral shrouds through the ruined air. His grip tightened around Solus, the ancestral sword of House Haravok, its golden blade humming with Odic resonance. He didn't need to search. He could feel it—that presence. The one that pulled at his instincts like a phantom claw.
A flash of light through the shattered window revealed the bridge outside. And there they were. The Fallen stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, flanked by four others. In his hand gleamed the Twilight Crown.
"I cannot let you leave with that," Jonathan called, stepping through the arch, smoke curling behind him.
The Fallen chuckled, low and familiar. "You're fast, Jonathan Haravok."
The Crown passed from hand to hand. Jonathan's heart stilled when he saw who received it—James Sinclair. Beside him, Sophia. And the child.
"James... what are you doing?" Jonathan's voice was taut with disbelief.
James didn't answer. The light swallowed him and his family as they vanished into the portal. Only the Fallen remained.
Two others hesitated at the edge, but the Fallen gave a single nod. "Titus. Henri. Go."
Then it was just the two of them.
The Fallen drew his twin blades—Seriphium steel, divine-forged. Jonathan stepped forward, Solus in hand. The golden edge whispered through the charged air. He could sense it now—not just power, but kinship. The way the Fallen moved, the cadence of his stance—it resonated with Jonathan's past like a melody long forgotten.
"You fight like a Paladin," Jonathan said.
"I was one," the Fallen replied, eyes burning behind the hood. "Before I saw the truth."
"Then face me," Jonathan growled.
He struck first, Solus flashing gold. The Fallen parried, sparks screaming from clashing blades. Their movements blurred, too fast for mortal eyes, each strike heavy with will. The air cracked with thunder, and lightning spiraled across the heavens as the Rainbow Bridge trembled beneath their feet.
Jonathan pressed forward. The Fallen met him, strike for strike, red energy wrapping his blades like a storm. Then came the counter—an upward kick, followed by a flurry of twin slashes. Jonathan blocked the first but caught the second. A shallow gash opened across his cheek.
Gathering a surge of Od, Jonathan unleashed a radiant blast—enough to tear through reinforced alloy. The Fallen responded with a quad-layered shield of red energy. It shattered under the impact, but before the dust settled, he was gone, reappearing high above the bridge.
[Flame Creation: Dragon's Breath.]
The incantation echoed like a curse.
A titanic serpent of fire descended from the heavens, its maw open wide. Jonathan raised Solus and braced. The inferno consumed the bridge in a cacophony of flame and light.
Then—golden brilliance exploded from the heart of the smoke.
Jonathan emerged, encased in divine armor forged from pure Od. His blade howled through the sky, severing the fire-dragon with a single swing. He shot upward, meeting the Fallen midair. One strike—then another—until Solus cleaved through both Seriphium blades.
The Fallen crashed back into the platform near the portal, coughing blood. Jonathan advanced, but stopped as the crimson gash across his enemy's chest began to close, steam hissing into the air. Regeneration. No… something deeper. Something unnatural.
The Fallen rose, summoned a greatsword veined with fire and bone. Crimson runes lit along its length like the pulses of a dying star.
Jonathan understood then. This man was no mere rebel.
"You would destroy Agartha to prove your righteousness?" he asked, voice like iron.
The Fallen said nothing. His aura flared—a dragon's wrath made manifest.
The ground could no longer bear them.
Jonathan hurled the Fallen into the sky.
Above the clouds, they hovered in the stillness of space—two titans wreathed in gold and crimson. Solus became a star in Jonathan's hands. The Fallen's blade ignited like a dying sun. They clashed. A burst of light erupted across the void, brilliant and terrible, splitting the dark and echoing through the stars like the cry of something eternal.
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