Chapter 20 - Devourer’s Reckoning

The sky was bleeding fire and shadow, crackin' open like the very fabric of the world was ripping itself apart. Coker stood tall at the edge of the shattered realm, the land beneath his boots tremblin' like it knew the reckoning was comin'. This wasn't just ruins — it was the graveyard of gods, a forgotten battlefield where time had died and chaos ruled without mercy. Every broken stone, every shattered pillar whispered stories of battles that tore the heavens and cursed the earth. Wind carried voices, echoes of gods long dead, of kingdoms lost and destinies broken. But none of that shook Coker's spine. Instead, it lit a fire deeper than any hell or heaven could muster. His chest blazed with power, veins flowing with the light of devoured stars and shattered fates, eyes burning with the cold hunger of a god who had no more chains. The Forgotten had come. Those gods erased from history, cast away by the very cosmos they once ruled. They rose from the shadows beneath the world, figures made of smoke and flame, eyes glowing like molten lava, voices dripping with venomous curses and promises of doom. They meant to drown the world in darkness, to make the gods fall again, to rewrite the story of existence with blood and fire. But Coker laughed loud and long — a sound like thunder crackin' across the void. He wasn't just some mortal anymore. He was the storm, the Devourer of Fate itself, the nightmare those forgotten gods feared deep inside their cursed souls. His fists sparked with energy so raw it felt like the universe was about to explode. The first strike shattered mountains, sending shockwaves that tore at the veils between worlds and shattered the illusions gods hid behind. Coker moved faster than time, every punch, every kick, every strike was a sentence passed down to ancient divinities — a brutal justice delivered with no mercy. He tore through them, their forms breaking and fading, their powers ripped away and absorbed into his ever-growing God Core, fueling a hunger no god could ever satisfy. The battle was endless, beyond hours, beyond days, time losing meaning as Coker fought through wave after wave of forgotten gods, his roar echoing through realms, shaking the very foundations of existence. Stars fell like rain, the heavens screamed as the Devourer carved a path of ruin and rebirth across the cosmos. Then, from the chaos, stepped the leader of the Forgotten — a god cloaked in the fabric of dying stars and ancient shadows, eyes burning with the fury of a universe betrayed. Their voice was a hymn of sorrow and rage, warning Coker, "You cannot rewrite eternity. Some fates are eternal, unbreakable." Coker's grin cut sharper than any sword as he spat back, "Then I'll break eternity itself." Their duel was apocalypse incarnate, a symphony of destruction that tore at the skies, crushed the mountains, and rattled the stars. Light clashed with darkness, hope battled despair, and every strike sent ripples through the very essence of existence. Coker's power surged, burning hotter, moving faster, fueled by every pain, every betrayal, every ounce of rage that had forged him into a god without chains. The ancient god fought with desperation, wielding powers that bent reality and time, but Coker's will was a wildfire, unstoppable and consuming. With a final, earth-shattering blow, he shattered the deity's essence, devouring it whole, absorbing its power into his ever-hungry core. The Forgotten gods fell like leaves in a violent storm, their curses lifted, their legacies consumed by the Devourer's insatiable hunger. Silence fell heavy over the battlefield, a silence that carried the weight of a world reborn and a destiny rewritten. Coker stood alone amid ruins glowing with the light of destruction and creation, the embodiment of fate's end and beginning. The war was far from over, but the reckoning had begun. The gods who survived whispered in fear and awe, their thrones shaking beneath the pressure of a god who refused to be chained or controlled. Fate trembled beneath Coker's feet, and with every breath, he promised a future carved with fire and fury, a future where he was the master of all destinies. The Devourer's reign was just starting, and the world would never be the same again.