Arcane Drifters – Chapter 113: "When Gods Bleed"
The Crown Breaker spell swirls tighter, pulling the Realm into a spiral of shadow and starlight.
Shen stands at its center, blades crossed, every muscle locked.
His heartbeat feels like a war drum.
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🌑 Release
The magic detonates.
A beam of black and gold fire erupts, shaped like a jagged crown, tearing through the void.
It doesn't explode — it erases everything it touches.
The Arcane King raises his hand.
His fingers form a single glyph.
For the first time in eons…
the King steps back.
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⚔️ Impact
The Crown Breaker hits.
The King's halo shatters.
His form flickers, revealing a shape beneath the void —
a humanoid frame, silver and ash, with eyes like dying suns.
Blood — black as oil — spills from his shoulder.
The Drifters below gasp.
> Kenya:
"He… he hurt him—!"
> Eliz:
"Then it's possible…"
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🌌 The King's True Form
The King exhales.
His voice loses its calm — now it's low, furious.
> Arcane King:
"You will regret that, mortal."
The void peels away from him completely.
What stands there is taller than any Arcane Lord —
a silver-armored being with a ribcage of crystal, his heartbeat visible through it.
The crystal glows with the souls of a thousand worlds.
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🔥 Counterattack
He vanishes.
Shen barely sees the strike — a palm to his chest — before the pain explodes.
His ribs crack, blood floods his mouth, and he's launched across the Realm, crashing into the edge of collapsing reality.
The King appears in front of him instantly, grabbing Shen's throat.
> Arcane King:
"You want the throne? You'll drown in it."
He slams Shen into the ground so hard the horizon ripples.
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⚡ The Drifters Move
Kenya, Eliz, and Ruke break formation.
Kenya erupts into Fire Demon Ultra, flame wings tearing through the shadow army.
Eliz spins her staff, summoning a cyclone to scatter the Lords.
Ruke channels every volt of Dragon Thunder into a single strike, blasting a path toward Shen.
They know if Shen falls here… the war ends.
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🌠 Shen Rises Again
Through the dust, a glow.
Shen's voice, ragged but steady:
> Shen:
"You're right…
I'm not ready for the throne."
He plants his swords into the ground and pushes himself up.
> Shen:
"But I am ready to take your head."
The Supreme Lord Eye flares — brighter than ever — and the battle of gods resumes.
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CHAPTER END
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