The ground beneath my feet split as I stepped forward.
The God-Realm trembled.
Above, the sky twisted into something unrecognizable. Moons collided. Stars bled. And across the jagged plain stood Caelum—not as the traitorous celestial he once was, but something entirely *other*. His body radiated with jagged fractures of corrupted divinity, tendrils of ancient chaos winding through veins of starlight.
His eyes glowed like collapsed suns.
"You've changed," I said, voice calm though the storm within me raged. "But not enough."
He tilted his head, amused. "And you've become what you always feared."
I raised my hand, and the blade of the Moon reformed in my grip. It no longer shimmered with just moonlight—but with something darker too. The shadows of my former self. The cost of power.
Caelum's form crackled as he stepped forward. "Then come, Goddess. Let us see which ruin is stronger."
We moved at the same time.
