Chapter 9: The War Above Reality
The world of Elyndra had gone silent.
Cities that once hummed with life now whispered prayers to one name only Kael. The Holy Dominion was ash, and the surviving gods hid behind veils of fractured heavens, trembling at what their own creation had become.
Kael stood at the edge of existence, gazing at the shimmering wall that divided reality from the divine realms.
Shadows coiled around him like galaxies caught in orbit. His eyes no longer human reflected entire timelines.
> "They ruled this world with faith," he said quietly.
"Now faith belongs to me."
The Gate of Eternity
Before him rose the Gate of Eternity, a barrier forged by the First Deity. No mortal, no god, no concept was meant to pass through without permission.
Kael reached out. The gate rippled, protesting. Reality itself shuddered.
He smiled.
> "Permission? Denied."
The gate broke not with noise, but with the absence of it. Light bled into shadow, shadow into light, until both ceased to exist as separate things.
He stepped through.
The Divine Realms
The sky of the gods was a prism of impossible colors, stretching across infinite horizons. Floating citadels drifted in the light, each housing pantheons that once believed themselves immortal.
Now, they watched a single mortal walk their streets uninvited, unstoppable.
The first to move was Seraphine, the Goddess of Order, surrounded by twelve rings of divine law.
"Kael," she declared, her voice shaking the air. "You defy creation itself!"
Kael tilted his head. "Creation is just a script. I'm the rewrite."
He snapped his fingers. The twelve rings shattered. The laws of Order collapsed. Seraphine gasped as her divinity flickered and died.
> "What are you?" she whispered.
> "I'm what happens when the story stops following the author," Kael answered.
The War Begins
Trumpets of flame blared across the heavens.
Legions of gods storm-lords, flame-serpents, angelic kings rose to defend their realm. Their power ignited the sky, forming constellations of war.
Kael floated above them, his armor shifting between gold and black, each movement rewriting the battlefield's physics.
The Foxblade Twins appeared beside him, their forms blurred across timelines one existing a second ahead, the other a second behind.
> "Target priority?" the girl asked.
> "All of them," Kael replied.
The heavens erupted.
Battle Over Infinity
Blades of divine light met rivers of shadow. Time fractured. Space folded. Every clash created and destroyed universes in microseconds.
Kael fought not with strength, but with inevitability.
Every attack that should have struck him simply… didn't.
Every defense that should have held failed before it began.
He raised his hand, and entire pantheons vanished, rewritten into dust and silence.
He looked almost serene.
> "This isn't war," Kael murmured. "This is editing."
The last defenders twelve Prime Deities gathered their essence into a single, blinding sphere of origin-light, enough to erase existence itself.
Kael watched, amused.
They unleashed it.
The explosion consumed the heavens.
When the light faded, Kael was still there unchanged, unburned, unbothered.
Behind him, the Foxblade Twins kneeled, their shadows stretching endlessly.
> "How?" one of the gods gasped.
"How can something impossible exist?"
Kael smiled. "Because I decided it does."
He raised his hand one final time. Reality inverted turning the gods' existence into myth and their myths into his truth.
Aftermath
When silence returned, the divine realms hung empty. The heavens were no longer ruled by gods, but by Kael's will. Stars bent in reverence. Time bowed its head.
The Shadow Sovereign gazed into the infinite void and whispered:
> "Next… the multiverse."