The universe is heading towards its demise, and this is the final age.

Despite the greatest efforts of the Immortals ruling the universe, the Tree of Destruction had finally borne its forbidden fruit, triggering a Cataclysm that changed the order of power in all realms of existence.

Every realm has fallen, and every star has gone dark, but at the center of creation, Trion, the seat of the gods and daemons, remains. Their immortal powers hold what remains of the last flames of life. 

Weakened by the weight of this sacrifice, the gods and daemons fell, taken down by mere mortals who had worshipped them since the beginning of time, and now these mortals have inhabited their Heavens and ruled over their Hells. They now patrol the skies and roam the deep, wearing the flesh and bones of the gods and daemons they had slain.

With the end of days drawing nearer, an unlikely figure would arise from the chaos, one that would doom all of existence, or save it.

This is the story of Elias, a killer.

At the end of days, we do not need a hero, but a butcher.



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With an abomination straight out of the mind of a mad god, Elias suddenly recalled the words screamed by the mad goddess in the white void the moment he chose to fully become more than a mortal,


"You did not eat… You did not fly… Now you are here with the beasts, and they are hungry, my son… hahahahahahaaaa… They are so hungry."


"Fuck you," Elias growled and shattered his helmet, letting his long red hair rise into the air as if a bloody halo was following him, and he poured all of the Swarm into his hands, and his bladed fingers lengthened until they punched into the ground. He no longer had knives for fingers; now they were swords.


A quick glance at the small section of his status screen hovering at the top corner of his field of view showed him the current state of his body.


Chapter 57 - The Fight In Silence