The sky above Aurelia split open like torn silk.
Lightning carved the clouds in streaks of crimson and gold. The mountains shuddered, their peaks fracturing under divine pressure. Rivers boiled into vapor, and the air grew too thick to breathe — each inhale tasting of iron and stormfire.
The mortal armies were gone. Only silence and ruin remained. Upon that battlefield — the broken heart of Solvaran — the heirs of gods stood against the shadow of one who defied them.
The Dawnblade of Aurelios stepped forward, sunlight coalescing into a spear within his grasp.Behind him, the Verdant Seer raised her staff, eyes glowing green with creation's essence.To her side, the Warden of Thalorin lifted his lantern of bound souls, its light flickering with mournful fire.
Across from them stood Kaelthar Voidreign, cloaked in night, his aura spreading like spilled ink across the land.Beside him waited Lirae, the Crimson Veil, her silhouette rippling like liquid flame, and the Duke of Ashen Vale, whose fists sparked with dying starlight.
Wind howled between them — the breath of a world on the verge of collapse.
Then the Dawnblade's voice broke the silence, echoing across the heavens.
"Kaelthar Voidreign! Your shadow has no place among the living. You will fall here!"
Kaelthar lifted his gaze. Beneath his hood, two crimson eyes ignited like dying suns.
"Foolish child," he said quietly, yet his words carried like thunder. "You stand before a progenitor — not a shadow, but the first flame from which even gods recoil."
A tremor rippled across the land. Mountains cracked. Valleys split. Light itself seemed to flinch.
The Spear of Blood
Kaelthar stretched out his hand.
The earth answered — cracking, bleeding, birthing a spear from its depths. Its shaft was midnight black, its edge pulsing faintly red. It breathed — as though alive.
"Forged from the blood of my enemies," Kaelthar murmured, fingers curling around the haft. "Each drop bound by loyalty, pain, and death itself. Let us see if your light can pierce true darkness."
The Dawnblade charged — a streak of radiance cutting through the storm.Kaelthar met him head-on.
The instant their spears collided, the world screamed.
Light and shadow exploded, flattening mountains and parting clouds. Waves of energy rippled across continents. The ground itself bowed, as if kneeling before the clash.
Kaelthar's feet dug into shattered stone, his cloak billowing with the force of the impact. Shadows surged around him — not merely absence of light, but a living force that devoured it.
He adapted to the Dawnblade's strikes with frightening speed. Each blow of sunlight met shadow that bent and reformed like liquid. The air burned; the earth bled.
And within the storm of battle, Kaelthar felt something stir.A whisper.A pulse.
Faith.
Understanding Divinity
Time slowed. The chaos dimmed.
A cold, mechanical voice resonated in Kaelthar's mind — the voice of the system.
"Progenitor. You have asked: how does one ascend to godhood?""Answer: Divinity is not power — it is connection. Worship binds mortal and divine. Faith is the currency of eternity."
Kaelthar's grip tightened on his spear.
"Then if my blood-born legions worship me — if their loyalty is bound to my name — their faith can be my ascension."
"Correct," the system replied. "Your progenitor essence converts worship into divine energy. Followers amplify your existence. With faith, you surpass Mythical thresholds."
Kaelthar smiled — a dark, knowing smile.
"Then let them kneel."
The Battle Intensifies
The Demigods attacked again.
The Verdant Seer summoned roots of divine emerald, the Warden unleashed chains of soulfire, and the Dawnblade became a comet of holy light.
Kaelthar did not retreat — he absorbed. Every strike that hit him was devoured, converted into strength. Shadows writhed across his armor, pulsing to the rhythm of distant prayers.
Across the world, his followers — vampires, mortals, the blood-bound — began to kneel.Whispers spread like wildfire.Their faith became a current, invisible yet immense, flooding into their progenitor.
Kaelthar's laughter rolled across the battlefield — vast, resonant, terrifying.
"You fight me with borrowed divinity," he said. "I forge my own."
The Spear of Blood flared crimson. The Demigods staggered under the weight of his expanding aura.
Ascension Beyond Mythical
The system's voice echoed again.
"Ascension sequence initiated.""Threshold: Demigod.""Source: Faith, loyalty, progenitor essence."
Kaelthar's power ignited. His form fractured and reformed, half flesh, half divine flame. His spear became an axis — a conduit linking the mortal realm to the infinite.
The vampires screamed prayers into the night.And their god answered.
"Your faith fuels me," Kaelthar whispered. "Every heartbeat, every drop of blood, every prayer — mine."
The sky turned crimson. Clouds burned. The earth shook beneath the birth of something beyond comprehension.
Kaelthar Voidreign was transcending.
The Clash of Titans
The Demigods struck as one, the heavens themselves joining their fury.Sunlight, life-force, and soulfire converged in a blinding wave.
Kaelthar met it with a single thrust of his spear.
Reality cracked.
The light shattered — splintering into a thousand dying suns.The ground collapsed into rivers of molten stone.The seas roared, retreating from the land as if in fear.
The Demigods fell back, their divine forms flickering. For the first time, they knew fear.
Kaelthar stood untouched.His aura pulsed crimson-gold — the color of worship and conquest entwined.
The Turning Point
He raised his spear high.
"You brought the gods' children to end me," he said, voice echoing across heaven and earth. "But I have claimed the gods' throne instead."
The crimson spear erupted with divine light, a second sun over Solvaran.
Every prayer, every whisper of devotion, every desperate plea from the blood-bound nations poured into him.
The Demigods felt it — the shift. Kaelthar was no longer mortal. Not progenitor. Not even demigod. He was becoming.
His laughter carried through the storm.
"Let the heavens shatter! From progenitor to god — I am ascended!"
Lightning tore across the firmament like veins of fire. The sky ruptured in answer.
End of Chapter 19
The system's voice returned, calm amid chaos.
"Demigod threshold surpassed.""Divine Ascension: in progress.""Worshipper source — active. Godhood attainable."
Kaelthar lowered his spear.The Demigods stood frozen.The mortals below knelt in silence.
His eyes glowed red-gold — light and shadow intertwined.
"Let this be the first day of my age," he whispered. "The Shattered Heavens shall remember the name Kaelthar Voidreign — the god born of blood."
Above, the sky burned.Below, the world trembled.And in the space between — a new divinity was born.