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Chapter 23 - Chapter 23

Kael stood at the threshold of the godlands

The sky above was no longer red

It was an endless sheet of white with no clouds no wind no warmth

It did not move

It simply existed watching waiting

A place untouched by death or life a hollow plane beyond mortal comprehension

Before him rose the Stair of Silence

Each step made of memories carved from the bones of forgotten kings

It stretched into the heavens so high that even time bent around it

Kael placed one foot on the stair and the ground behind him vanished

There would be no return no more mercy no more pause

The girl in chains no longer followed

She was locked far behind trapped in the realm of what once was

Her voice no longer reached him only the echo of what she had meant

Kael climbed in silence

Each step took something from him

On the first step his skin cracked

On the second his voice was taken

On the third his past twisted and folded away

He did not stop

With every step forward more memories were stripped from him

But one thing remained

His reason

His vengeance

It burned hotter than the sun that had abandoned this world

At the top of the stair stood a gate

A gate without doors without shape only a wall of pure truth

Beyond it lived the gods

They were not creatures of flesh

They were thoughts given mass

They were the hunger behind stars

The breath behind silence

They were what had watched Kael die and laughed

He walked through the gate and entered their domain

A world of inverted time where cause came after effect

Where light screamed and sound bled

Where every step led to a hundred possible deaths

Kael moved through the godlands like a curse that could not be undone

His presence poisoned their eternity

His soul left trails of corruption in their perfect sanctuary

One of the gods approached

A being of glass and light with wings made from prayers

It spoke not with words but with certainty

It asked why he had come

It asked what he hoped to gain

Kael raised his hand and answered by tearing the god in half

It screamed with the voices of a thousand saints

But he did not stop

Another god came

This one wore a crown of suns

It raised its hand and created a city from Kael's forgotten regrets

It tried to trap him in illusions of peace

Of what could have been

Kael walked through the city and burned it with a glance

He was beyond temptation

Beyond healing

He did not want peace

He wanted them to understand

He reached the Hall of Beginning

Where the first god waited

The one who had created the world

The one who had given Kael his name

And taken it away

This god looked like a man

But its eyes held every sunrise

Every betrayal

Every smile that ended in blood

You are not meant to be here the god said

You are not meant to exist

Kael looked at the god and took another step forward

He was no longer Kael

He had no name

He had no face

He was the weight of every scream ever ignored

The god raised its hand and tried to unmake him

But Kael had walked through death

Had fought through time

Had murdered fate itself

He lunged forward and grabbed the god by the throat

Though it had no body he found it

Though it had no soul he crushed it

The sky tore open

The other gods screamed as their beginning was shattered

Kael consumed the light that held their world together

He drank the river of creation

He shattered the loom that spun reality

The god begged at the end

Not for itself

But for Kael to stop

To spare what remained

To leave something behind

Kael leaned close and whispered without lips

Now you understand

He did not stop

Not until the world of gods was nothing

Not until there was no above no below

Only him

He stood in the center of nothing

A god among no gods

A king among no thrones

Alone

But his story was not yet finished

Far beyond the godlands

In the ashes of the broken world

A child was born

Its eyes black as void

Its breath cold as forgotten tombs

It did not cry

It only stared

And somewhere deep within Kael

Something stirred

Something ancient

Something broken

Something he had buried long ago

A whisper not of hate but of memory

A name spoken by a voice long dead

The next war had already begun

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