High above the veil of heaven, Joseph and the God leaned against the clouds, laughter rolling like thunder. Below them, the world blossomed — rivers carved silver lines across green lands, beasts roamed freely, and mortals built their first cities in peace.
But peace never lasts...
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"It began with the Titans… born from the fragments of God's own shadow, the pieces of His light that He refused to claim. They rose not as creations, but as the echoes of all He denied — envy, wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, and sloth. From His silence they were shaped, from the darkness below the world, they were born...
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Civilizations fought — mortals, beasts, even celestial-kin joined together, blades and prayers raised against the giants. For three years the world became a battlefield. Oceans boiled from their clashes, and forests burned.
And one by one… creation began to fall. Great cities crumbled, mighty creatures vanished, and prayers went unanswered. Until only chaos remained. Among the ruins stood the Titans, their roars echoing through the empty husk of what was once a flourishing world.
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Cutting back to present. Joseph stood still, fist clenched at his side. His face carried no emotion, yet his eyes fixed on the distant mountains where storm clouds writhed like living beasts. Lightning split the heavens, thunder rolling deep and furious, the echo of the God's command stirred in his mind:
"Erase the Titans from the face of existence… Joseph… demolish everything in Harmonia."
'Harmonia was the name they both given to the world they created, reflecting as peace, perfection and treasure.'
Joseph grip tightened on the weapon at his side, the steel vibrating faintly as if sensing what was to come. The air grew colder, denser, heavy with an ancient presence.
Then—through the storm—something vast tore into view.
A colossal white dragon burst from the tempest, its six enormous wing bore four hooked crimson claws, raking the storm as if to shred the sky itself. Its head was crowned with massive red horns, jagged like living obsidian, and its body gleamed with scales white as bone, glistening under the flashes of lightning.
Meanwhile, Joseph's lips curved into a smirk. Then he added "you finally showed up... Titan of wrath..." The Titan of wrath was coming straight for him.
The titan cut through the storm at impossible speed, its colossal wings tearing the sky apart. Lightning cracked around it in dozens, each strike funneling into its crimson claws until its whole body glowed with raw, volatile power.
Then—its jaws opened wide.
A cataclysmic roar split the heavens as a torrent of destructive red lightning surged from its throat, the blast so violent it warped the storm itself. The shockwave that followed shook the mountains below, reducing stone to dust in its wake.
Yet Joseph did not flinch.
Calm… smiling… his eyes ignited with a purple flame, flickering like a burning void. Slowly, he raised his hand, pointing directly at the incoming cataclysm. His fingertip glowed, a single spark of violet light swirling into a miniature black hole, devouring the very air around it. The storm bent inward, drawn to its pull.
"—[Oblivion Ray]".
A razor-thin beam of pure darkness erupted from his hand, sharp and merciless. It didn't clash with the dragon's lightning—it erased it. Everything the beam touched, it devoured into nothingness. Then, a nuclear explosion throwing everything by the violent shockwave...
For a bit moment— Smoke and dust swallowed the battlefield, choking the air in silence. Through the haze, Joseph stood unmoved, shoulders straight, His breath was steady, his eyes sharp.
The dust fell like ash, settling over the ruins — and then Joseph smirked. "Not bad," he muttered, voice calm yet edged with challenge.
From within the Haze. The White Dragon emerged, its wings unfurling with a thunderclap that darkened the horizon, Its rage was alive — hotter than flame, sharper than lightning.
Then— the white dragon threw itself forward,. Crawling, thrashing, every movement shattered stone. the land itself screaming beneath its weight. The sky lit with arcs of white lightning, spearing downward in chaotic bursts as the beast's wrath consumed control.
For bit moment, Joseph took one step—then vanished, Before his foot could touch the ground. he appeared right before the raging Beast, weapon raised high. The blade pulsed with destructive energy, his eyes glowing sharp with deadly resolve.
"Eclipse Fang"... Farewell, big guy."
He brought the weapon down in a single, merciless slash, a purple aura tearing through the air toward the Beast.
But, before the strike could consume it, the monster's chest split open—revealing a massive, blood-red eye.
Joseph froze for a breath. The eye flared, releasing a storm of crimson lightning.
His slash collided with the beam head-on.
Then explosion ripped across the battlefield, tearing open the earth and drowning everything in dust...
For a bit moment, Joseph appeared unscratch in the explosion, the place was totally miss— dust clouded, pebbles rained over his shoulder. "can't believe I missed that shot... Anyway... Here she comes." He said calmly with a sharp gaze.
Then—
Amidst the cloud of dust— the white dragon suddenly appeared violently. It's body was deeply wounded, the eye on its chest was completely severed, but still attacking with rage— mouth widen ready to bite Joseph, whole.
But before it even touched him, a loud smack resounded—smashing the beast to the ground. A shockwave burst out, echoing from the impact...then... Silent.
For a bit moment, A deep sigh echoed within the swirling dust. Joseph stood before the white dragon—now nothing but a head-crushed corpse. "Damn, your head was freaking hard," he muttered while shaking his hand. "Is it already dead? Man… so disappointing. Oh well, let's clean this up."
He raise his palm then, a Black fire ignited in his hand, so dark it was barely visible. With a flick, the corpse was engulfed—ebony flames crawling, consuming not only flesh, but mana… even souls.
Joseph walked away without a glance, black flames raging behind him—like the world itself was burning in his shadow. Joseph smirked as he walked through the blaze. "Two down… five more to go" a smile tugging at his lips. The flames roared louder, as if laughing with him.