The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Thrones
Time didn't move.
It shivered.
Kaelen shot forward,
his War God Form blazing like a Sovereign comet.
Vorastra sang of ends.
Lumenheart pulsed with golden fire.
The first rank of enemy Sovereigns never even screamed.
They simply vanished.
Cut.
Burned.
Unmade.
Kaelen didn't slow.
He smiled.
Not a smirk.
Not a tactical grin.
A real smile.
Joyful. Wild.
Awakened.
He Had Hated War Once
He had despised killing.
Hated blood on his hands.
But now—
now he was bathed in it.
His armor pulsed red with Sovereign gore.
His swords never stopped moving.
And his smile never faded.
"You wanted a monster?" he whispered to the enemy kings.
"Then let me show you what kind I chose to become."
The Enemy Responds
Dragons roared and breathed Sovereign fire—Kaelen cut through them mid-flight.
Warpriests cast dimensional lockdowns—he shattered them with one swing.
Ancient Monarchs activated legacy seals—he burned their bloodlines from the sky.
Nothing held.
Nothing stopped him.
And still, more came.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
More than any battle had ever seen.
But Kaelen Did Not Care
Because the more that came—
the more he smiled.
POV: Aria Valen
From the Citadel wall, Aria watched in silence.
She had seen Kaelen fight.
She had seen him bleed, scream, rise.
But never this.
"He's not holding back," she said.
"No," Selina whispered. "He's… enjoying it."
They all watched.
The man they loved.
The boy they once protected.
Now walking alone through hell—
laughing.
POV: Elena Drayce
Tears fell from her eyes,
but not from sorrow.
From understanding.
"They broke him," she said.
"And now…
he's become what they feared most."
POV: Aerin
"That's not the brother I trained beside."
He gritted his teeth.
"That's something else.
Something more."
Auriana Caelia Drayce
The youngest.
The prophet.
She didn't cry.
She smiled.
"He's not lost," she whispered.
"He's just… awake now."
The Field
Kaelen didn't stop moving.
Each step broke the earth.
Each swing silenced a legacy.
His cape of fire trailed behind him like a comet's tail.
His hair danced with killing light.
Blood covered his face,
but his eyes—
his golden-red void-ringed eyes—
they gleamed with rapture.
System Notification
[WAR GOD STATE: 23% Stabilized]
[Enemy Forces Eliminated: 81,000+]
[Kaelen Damage Taken: 0%]
[Aura Pressure: Deterrent Level Achieved — Entities Fleeing Without Engagement]
Final Scene
Kaelen stood at the heart of the dead.
Alone.
Panting softly.
Smiling faintly.
Then…
he lifted both blades.
"Come on," he called into the distance.
"Don't stop now.
You said you came to end me."
His voice echoed through the heavens.
"Then try."