Chapter 19 - Storm of the Forgotten Gods

Coker stood at the edge of the shattered realm, where the old world's ashes still burned cold and silent beneath a sky torn open by the clash of gods. His body pulsed with the power of countless fates devoured, his breath steady like the calm before a storm that would swallow kingdoms whole. The gods who once ruled without question now whispered behind closed doors, fear crawling like a shadow over their immortal faces. They knew the one they called the Devourer of Fate had not just shattered the throne; he had shattered the very idea of their reign. The skies above crackled with raw energy, lightning tearing through the dark clouds like the scream of a thousand forgotten souls. Coker's eyes, glowing like molten stars, scanned the horizon, sensing the approach of something ancient and terrible—forces that had slumbered for eons, waiting for a moment when the balance of power would tip and the world would bleed anew. The Forgotten Gods—the exiled, the forsaken, the ones erased from time and memory—were stirring. Their return would mean war unlike any before, a storm that would sweep away the old gods, the mortals, and everything in between. But Coker wasn't afraid. He was the storm incarnate, the reckoning they all dreaded. The air thickened as a colossal rift tore open the sky, and from it descended figures wrapped in shadows and fire, their eyes burning with hatred and the hunger for vengeance. They whispered ancient curses and promises of ruin, but Coker raised his hand, a fierce grin lighting his face. "I don't care who comes," he said, voice low and heavy like thunder rolling over mountains. "Bring your forgotten gods. I'll devour 'em all." The battlefield was set, the war for fate's future ignited, and Coker marched forward, unbound, unstoppable, the god who would rewrite the stars themselves.