Chapter 48
The gods did not kneel for long.
They rose—slowly, deliberately—as if weighed down not by fear, but by something older: regret.
Eliendara stood at the summit, the True Crown glowing softly against her brow. The mountain had gone silent behind her. The sky, calm. But below the surface of peace, she felt it:
A tension.A bargain unsaid.A truth unoffered.
The starlight goddess stepped forward first, her form fracturing into constellations with every step.
"You have become something we did not expect. We came to erase you."
She bowed her head.
"Now we must offer… instead."
From her outstretched hand, a sigil formed—woven from light, ancient and burning with memory.
"Take my name. Virelle. Goddess of Sight. Of What Was. Let my domain temper your flame."
Eliendara didn't reach for it.
She only stared.
The obsidian god came next.
"Take mine. Deyth. Keeper of Endings. I offer you endings that choose instead of consume."
The faceless one followed, their thousand voices whispering from every corner of the wind.
"I am Callin. The Forgotten. Take my name, and you will never fade again."
Kael watched, tense.
Ravien gritted his teeth behind them. "They're not gifting her power. They're trying to bind her."
Eliendara nodded.
"I know."
She looked at the gods again.
"You're not giving freely. You're desperate."
They remained silent.
She stepped forward, raising one hand—and the flame on her crown surged, illuminating the three god-forms.
Then…
She saw.
Not just them.
What they hid.
What they stole.
A memory not hers—but should have been.
A flame, long ago.In a cradle of stars.A child born with fire in her soul, long before any god had names.
And three celestial beings, watching from the dark.
Whispering.
Reaching.
Taking.
Not creating the flame.
Sealing it.
Branding it.
Binding it with titles like "Gate" and "Destiny" and "Bearer."
But it had never been theirs.
It had always been hers.
Her eyes widened.
"You didn't give me this flame."
The starlight goddess said nothing.
"You took it. Bound it to prophecy. To duty. To chains."
The obsidian god's smoke flickered.
"You locked it away so no one would know where true power came from."
She stepped back.
Looked at her hands.
Looked at the fire.
And finally understood why it had never obeyed the gods.
Why it only responded to choice.
Because it was not divine.
It was human.
Her.
"I refuse your names," Eliendara said, voice clear.
Virelle's constellations flared. "Then you will be alone in this world."
"No," she said. "For the first time—I won't."
She turned.
Kael stepped forward and took her hand.
"I may not be a god," he said, "but I never needed to be."
"And she never needed them."
The gods faded, silent and watching.
Not defeated.
Just… irrelevant.
And above them all, the True Crown pulsed with fire older than stars.
Hers.
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Now unbound by gods and prophecy,Eliendara walks a world that no longer owns her.
But not all gods are willing to fade quietly…
And one—long dead—begins to awaken.A god whose name was struck from time.
A god who once burned the original flame.