The Declaration of War had changed everything.
The skies screamed. The typhoon raged with vengeance.
Thunder tore through the clouds like the roar of gods, and the wind itself turned to blades — cutting through trees, tearing through the earth.
Yet none of it could stop Atom.
He stepped forward, soaked in rain, eyes locked on the towering wall before him — the wall that guarded the King's castle. His sister's prison.
He pressed his palm against the cold stone.
"Lord Almighty: Nifl."
The words carried power — a divine command that made the air hum.
Cracks splintered across the wall as if time itself obeyed him.
Dust and stone began to crumble under his will.
And then—
BAM!
A crimson firework burst above him, painting the storm in red.
Atom looked up, droplets of rain trailing down his face.
He didn't need to ask what it meant.
They had found him.
"We've found him!"
"He's here!"
"Everyone, listen—he's here! THE CRIMINAL IS HERE!!!"
Voices echoed across the storm like a curse.
From the castle towers to the village streets, the cry spread fast.
Dozens of soldiers appeared through the mist, torches flickering, hands trembling as they raised their weapons. Their eyes were wide — not with courage, but with fear.
Even they knew.
This was not an ordinary man.
They were terrified — yet still standing.
They had no choice but to obey the King's command.
And in the distance, high atop the wall, the Soldier Minister watched the scene unfold — his expression grim, his sword already drawn.
Atom stood amidst the storm, his cloak whipping in the wind, rain sliding down the blade in his hand.
The soldiers surrounded him from every side — hundreds of them — but the fear in their eyes was louder than the thunder above.
He exhaled slowly, tightening his grip.
"...What now?"
His eyes sharpened, calm yet merciless.
He lowered his stance. The storm roared behind him.
"Let's end this."
The soldiers hesitated — trembling, pale, yet bound by the King's command.
"DON'T STOP!"
"KILL HIM!"
Their screams echoed as they charged with spears raised high.
Atom whispered under his breath,
"Lord Almighty: Raijin..."
The sky obeyed.
A blinding flash tore through the clouds.
Lightning rained down — divine, merciless — striking the soldiers mid-charge.
The blast threw them off their feet, armor melting under the storm's wrath.
Before they could recover, Atom moved.
He dashed forward — faster than the human eye — his blade slicing through the rain, cutting air itself.
Heads fell.
Thunder roared again.
"AAAGHHHH!!!" The screams of fear shattered through the storm.
"DON'T GO NEAR HIM!"
"IT'S TRUE—HE'S A DEMON!"
"RUN! SAVE YOURSELF!"
But there was no escape.
Atom's sword gleamed with lightning as he cut down another soldier.
Each swing was clean. Silent. And Final.
The survivors broke formation, throwing away their weapons, running for their lives.
"He's chasing us!"
"RUN TO THE EAST! RUN!!"
Atom followed, his footsteps echoing through puddles of blood and rain.
"Don't follow me!" one screamed desperately — but Atom's eyes held only one thing: his resolve.
He whispered once more, voice cold as steel.
"You shouldn't have stood in my way."
And the storm continued to rage — as if the heavens themselves were watching the wrath of a fallen god.
Atom stopped mid-step, the blood dripping from his blade.
The few remaining soldiers fled into the mist — screaming, desperate for backup.
He didn't chase them. He simply watched their silhouettes fade into the storm.
Then, turning back to the colossal wall, he exhaled.
His eyes hardened once again.
He placed his hand upon the trembling stone.
"Lord Almighty: Nifl..."
The mantra left his lips like a command of gods.
The ground quaked. The wall began to fracture — layers upon layers of ancient stone crumbling like dust.
But then—
He paused.
...Strange.
The cracks began to seal. The stone—once shattered—was rebuilding itself.
Atom took a step back, watching in disbelief as the wall regenerated, smooth and unbroken once more.
"Someone's used... a regeneration spell."
His voice was low, steady — the calm before divine fury.
He spread his arms wide, cloak thrashing wildly in the storm.
The wind howled around him. His eyes dimmed with despair and determination.
He pressed his hands together, like in prayer.
Then for this…
His voice grew heavier.
It's perfect.
He gripped his sword — both hands firm on the hilt.
"Lord Almighty: Ouro..."
The air fell silent. The storm seemed to freeze.
Then — the world split.
A surge of golden light tore through the wall like a divine blade.
Stone turned to dust, layer after layer collapsing in an instant.
The earth itself seemed to bow as the wall disintegrated — sliced into a Gazzilion pieces, scattering like sand caught in a storm.
Atom lowered his sword, sliding it back onto his back in one smooth motion.
The air shimmered around him — his aura glowing faintly, like a god descending through the storm.
And as he stepped forward, through the drifting dust and thunder,
the barrier that once guarded a kingdom — no longer existed.
Note: "Lord Almighty: Ouro" is a mantra that allows its wielder to separate atomic bonds within space itself, creating razor-thin fractures that can slice through anything.
→ Imagine invisible blades that distort the very fabric of the environment with each swing of the hand.
As soon as Atom stepped through the wall, the storm went silent for a moment — like the world itself was holding its breath.
On the other side, hundreds were waiting.
A formation of soldiers stretched across the courtyard — shields glinting in the dim light, cannons lined in rows, spears raised, chains rattling against armored hands.
The air reeked of steel, fear, and devotion.
Atom's boots touched the ground.
He looked back.
The wall behind him was already regenerating, the fragments pulling themselves together like living flesh.
The soldiers who had witnessed it stood frozen — eyes wide, unable to comprehend what kind of being could slice something like that apart.
A voice trembled among them,
"...As expected from the worst criminal."
Another whispered, "We have to fight him?"
A pause.
Then one soldier answered, firm yet shaking,
"Of course… after all, he's the blasphemous."
The wind howled again, carrying the echo of thunder — and in its rumble, Atom's cloak fluttered like a flag of war.
On the west and north sides of the island, chaos had already taken hold.
Villagers rushed through muddy paths, their lanterns flickering against the violent wind. Families clutched their children and whatever belongings they could carry.
"The typhoon's getting stronger!" someone shouted.
"We need to leave this island as soon as possible!" cried another.
An elder with his 20 year old Grandson, bald, yet muscular, carrying his grandfather on his back — moved slowly with the crowd..
"Hold your loved ones' hands!" the Grandson named, 'Giovari' roared over the thunder. "The wind will try to take what it can!"
As they moved, the old man's gaze turned toward the mountain in the distance — dark clouds circling it like a crown.
For years, he had told stories of that place, legends the villagers laughed off as bedtime tales.But now, watching the sky split open with lightning, Giovari whispered, almost to himself,
"So it was true…"
His grandson leaned closer. "Grandfather, what was true?"
The old man's eyes dimmed with dread.
"The tale I told you when you were little… the one even gods feared."
A person with power enough to shake the entire island.
He was the King of Everything.
Whatever he commanded—life, death, even the skies themselves—had to obey.
No matter what you say, nothing stands above him.
Everything belongs to him.
Even you.
Even if you are dead.
Giovari's voice cracked as he spoke, staring toward the horizon swallowed by lightning.
...But I never believed that…
The villagers pushed forward through the screaming wind, clutching ropes, boards, and oars.
They reached the ocean where their boats trembled under the wrath of the storm.
The waves towered over them like mountains, each one threatening to devour the shore.
The Giovari's voice quivered.
"Grandfather… what is this?"
The old man didn't answer immediately. He watched the sea roar and twist unnaturally, as if invisible hands were holding it back.
"But after witnessing it with my own eyes…" his voice broke, "…it's real."
The boy looked again—and saw it.
The ocean, no matter how violently it rose, never crossed the island's edge.
The waves stopped mid-air, bending away from the land—as if terrified of something far greater.
The elder's eyes filled with terror and awe.
"It's the wrath of the King himself."
Lightning struck the water, and for a heartbeat, they saw his silhouette reflected in the sea — a crown of thunder, a body made of stormlight.
Because here…
Everything belongs to him.
The land. The sky. The sea.
Even the will of God.
"This was the moment I knew… our King is no human."
The grandson's voice trembled as the villagers pushed their boats into the raging sea.
Winds howled, waves screamed — but they rowed, desperate to leave the cursed island behind.
And then… everything stopped.
The boats froze mid-current. The oars wouldn't move. Even the sea beneath them seemed to turn solid.
A heavy silence fell — unnatural, suffocating.
"What's happening?" someone whispered.
The old man's eyes widened. "Don't move… no matter what happens."
But before his words reached everyone, a woman at the far end shifted — just a step.
Her body went stiff, her eyes wide — and she collapsed, lifeless...
The child in her arms rolled onto the wooden floor, crying in confusion.
"Don't move!" the old man shouted, his voice breaking.
The grandson's heart ached; his legs wanted to run to the crying child, but his grandfather's hand held him down.
The sound of the child's crying echoed over the still sea — louder, sharper, more desperate.
No wind. No wave. Only that voice, crying against the silence of a godless world.
The blood from the woman's head spread like ink on the wooden plank, and the boy's small hands shook her shoulder — no answer.
The grandson couldn't bear it.
It's true… everything belongs to him. Even us.
The sky cracked open — thunder rolled like the laughter of a mad god.
This is the warning… above even God.