After the test, Suelo looked at Ian with a strange smile.
"You gave up something very dear," he said. "Not many can do that. You are not just strong. You are worthy."
Ian stood still. He had forgotten Kate and Liz, but he felt a warm pain in his chest, like a song he couldn't remember.
Suelo raised his hand.
"I now name you Grand God of Destruction. You hold power equal to the Grand Devil. None may stand above you but the One Above All."
A flash of light wrapped around Ian. His body glowed. A strange new mark burned on his hand, red and black, shaped like a sun with sharp ends.
From that moment, the stars knew his name.
Far away, in the halls of the high gods…
A group of gods sat around a long gold table. They wore long white robes and golden crowns. Their names were feared across many worlds.
"He's back," one god said.
"Ian?" another asked. "That boy?"
"No," a tall god said, slamming the table. "That monster! He now holds the power of Destruction!"
