The Battle Against the Chaos God
The world trembled as Nealon's void-born energy collided with the Chaos God's hellfire. The force of their clash sent shockwaves ripping through the battlefield, tearing the planet apart and making the sky scream in protest. For one blinding moment, everything was reduced to pure destruction.
Nealon's voice cut through the chaos like thunder. "Yoton—NOW!"
Yoton moved like lightning, his blade a silver flash against the darkness. He met the Chaos God mid-air, and the two became a whirlwind of violence. Each strike they exchanged carried enough force to shatter planet's easily. Spells detonated like supernovas, turning the battlefield into a wasteland. The very fabric of existence trembled under the weight of their duel.
And yet… the Chaos God only laughed.
Nealon's Gambit: The Crimson Chains Awaken
The battlefield shook under the weight of their battle. The Reveiverse itself strained against the titanic forces being unleashed. From a distance, Nealon watched—her eyes sharp, her breath steady—as Yoton and the Chaos God fought.
He's keeping up with Yoton, she thought, her fingers tightening around her sword. Not just in strength… but in speed too. A cold realization settled in her gut. It's like he's evolving the more they fight. If this continues…
Yoton's voice cut through the chaos, urgent and rough. "Let's finish him now—before he grows even stronger!"
Nealon nodded, but Yoton's next words made her pause. "Agreed. But I can't use my full strength here… not unless we want the entire Reveiverse reduced to ash."
The weight of his words hung between them. This was no ordinary enemy. The Chaos God was a force of annihilation, and the rules of this battle were twisted against them.
"Nealon," Yoton called, his voice a mix of command and desperation. "Begin the chant. I'll buy you time."
Without hesitation, Nealon closed her eyes. Her voice rose above the sounds of war, ancient and terrible, each word dripping with power:
"I am the flesh of my flesh. I am the being whose spiritual strength cannot be measured. I am Elixa."
As the last word left her lips, the air itself screamed. A crimson light erupted from her body, spiraling into chains of pure energy—chains that had not been seen in eons.
The Chaos God roared in disbelief. "WHAT?! How?! Amiss lied to me! That wretched witch swore she could no longer wield it!"
But it was too late. Nealon's spell struck true. The Crimson Chains lashed around the Chaos God before detonating in a cataclysm of raw power. The explosion tore through dimensions, obliterating half the Reveiverse in an instant—a wave of destruction so vast it threatened to consume everything.
Aftermath: A Fractured Victory
When the dust settled, Zerich stood amidst the ruins, his breath ragged, his body battered. Yet, against all odds, he laughed—a dry, disbelieving sound.
"Those two… they really know how to make an exit," he muttered, shaking his head. "I thought we were all dead. But they… they somehow contained the spell's destruction. Reduced it to half."
Carel's voice was a whisper of hope amidst the devastation. "Did they… win?"
But the answer came not in triumph, but in a gasp of pain. Yoton staggered, his chest heaving, his armor slick with blood. "What the hell…?"
Nealon rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she reached for him. "Yoton! Are you okay?!"
Yoton coughed, his voice ragged. "He's… still alive. The bastard used the blast as cover—cut me from behind."
Nealon's heart clenched. The wound was deep, the blood too much. "Go back to the Warhead, Yoton. Let me finish this myself."
Yoton's glare was fierce, his teeth stained red. "Fool. Haven't you noticed? Our powers—they've been sealed since the moment we stepped onto this battlefield."
Nealon's eyes widened. "I… I only realized it when I cast the last enchantment."
A grim smile touched Yoton's lips. "Then it seems someone prepared very well for us."
Before they could react, Zerich's voice cut through the tension, urgent and sharp. "My lords—we need to leave. Now. Look!"
They turned. The Chaos God, though wounded, was regenerating—his form twisting, his power swelling. Not just recovering. Multiplying. A hundredfold.
Flashback: Planet Saga's Desperation
Earlier, on the outskirts of Planet Saga…
Azarel's voice rang out over the panicked crowds, her sword gleaming under the eerie light of the closing Wave Barrier. "Hurry! Everyone—get inside before it seals!"
An injured commander limped forward, his face pale with exhaustion. "My lady… we can't all make it. The chaos creatures—they'll reach us before—"
Azarel didn't let him finish. "Go, Commander. The elites and I will hold them off. Move!"
A soldier's cry echoed from the watchtower. "Chaos creatures approaching! Their numbers—a hundred thousand strong!"
Azarel didn't flinch. "All Special Ranks—with me! We hold the line until every last citizen is safe!"
The response was immediate, a chorus of determination. "Yes, ma'am!"
"Rank One—form the wall! Rank Two—you're with me!" Azarel raised her blade, the air crackling with gathering energy.
And so they fought.
But then—impossibly—the creatures retreated.
The Special Rank Commander staggered back, disbelief etched into his face. "What in hell…?"
Azarel's breath caught. "They're… pulling back?"
A soldier pointed frantically. "Look! They're heading toward our last location!"
Azarel's blood ran cold. "No… I have to go back—"
The Rank Commander grabbed her arm. "My lady, we can't let you—"
"Take her inside!" the Special Rank Commander barked. "Now! Seal the barrier!"
Azarel struggled, her voice raw. "No—there are still people out there!"
But the king's order was final. "Close it!"
The barrier sealed just as a blinding light erupted on the horizon—a light that was not salvation, but annihilation.
"That's no ordinary light," the Rank Commander whispered. "That's a high-tier enchantment."
The Special Rank Commander's voice turned frantic. "BRACE! SHUT THE BARRIER LAYERS OR WE'RE DEAD!"
Azarel's scream was lost in the thunder. "NO—!"
The first barrier layer shattered. Then the second cracked.
King Saga's roar was one of pure defiance. "HOLD THE LINE! EVERYONE—POUR YOUR POWER INTO THE BARRIER!"
And so they did.
And together, with their determination, they managed to survive the massive blast.
End of Part One
The battle was far from over. The Chaos God was growing stronger. Nealon and Yoton were weakened, their powers sealed. And somewhere, hidden in the shadows, an unseen enemy had planned for this moment.
What would happen next? Would the Ruler's find a way to break the seal on their powers? Or would the Chaos God's multiplying strength be too much for them to handle?
Only time would tell.
To Be Continued.