Chapter 23: I Am the Absolute Atomic
The entire world changed after that tournament.
Whispers of the Phantom Sovereign spread through the kingdoms like wildfire.
The moment he spoke the words "I am Atomic," an empire's worth of fear was born.
Some called him a god.
Others, a devil in human flesh.
No one knew which was true.
The Aftermath
In the royal court of the Renard Kingdom, tension hung like a storm.
The King sat frozen on his throne, trembling as reports flooded in.
Across the world, mages described the same impossible event: a perfect explosion that destroyed everything evil within its range and nothing else.
Not a single innocent was harmed.
Not a single error in precision.
Not a single sign of mortal limitation.
> "He could destroy an entire continent," whispered one duke.
"Or protect one," murmured another.
The Princess Lyria stared out the window, her heart racing. She remembered his calm eyes, the way his voice echoed divine and gentle, but unyielding.
> "He saved us… but who can control him?" she whispered.
No one answered.
The Return of the Devil's Cult
Deep beneath the earth, in the ruins of a forgotten temple, cloaked figures gathered.
The Devil's Cult, thought long dead, now stirred once again.
> "The balance has shifted," hissed the High Prophet.
"The one who holds atomic light… his power mirrors the forbidden core of the Abyssal God."
A glowing sigil pulsed beneath the temple, forming a demonic circle.
> "If we can capture his essence," the Prophet snarled, "we can resurrect the Devil himself!"
They began their ritual one that could merge worlds, corrupt souls, and twist magic into madness.
And above them, in the silent night, Cael Renard watched.
He already knew.
> "You think I wouldn't notice?" he murmured, standing atop the highest tower of Aelthar.
"You call upon devils, and I have already slain gods."
His aura rippled, shadows spiraling outward, covering the horizon.
The Seven Shadows appeared behind him, kneeling as the air shimmered with divine pressure.
Liora: "Master, the cult gathers beneath the Black Spire."
Riven: "Their power is... growing unnaturally fast."
Selene: "Brother… what will you do?"
Cael's expression softened. "What I always do."
He stepped forward, his form dissolving into particles of pure shadow-light.
> "I end the war before it begins."
The Descent into the Abyss
The temple shook violently as a crimson rift tore open.
Flames and void energy poured from the ground, summoning distorted beasts and corrupted spirits.
The High Prophet laughed madly.
> "He comes! The Devil returns! The world will burn again!"
A single voice cut through the chaos calm, soft, and absolute.
> "No. I am the end of your beginning."
The cultists froze.
A blinding light appeared in the heart of their ritual shadows folded inward, time itself trembling.
Cael appeared, descending like a god through the burning sky.
His eyes glowed with multiversal radiance.
Behind him, the Seven Shadows unleashed their full might teleportation, dimensional blades, illusions, and atomic strikes in perfect synchronization.
The High Prophet screamed, summoning the Devil's form a massive, world-consuming being of flame and darkness.
Cael's aura expanded, infinite and eternal.
The world itself began to distort.
> "I was the shadow of this realm," Cael whispered, voice resonating across time.
"But now…"
He raised his hand, every particle of light and darkness bending toward him.
His voice grew divine, his energy infinite.
> "I am beyond creation. I am the end of all forms. I… am the Absolute Atomic."
The Unmaking
The world turned white.
Space folded, sound died, and existence trembled as Cael released Absolute Atomic.
Everything . evil, corruption, the Devil's essence, the cultists dissolved into radiant silence.
When the light faded, only Cael stood, the earth restored, air purified, the sky shimmering with balance.
He looked toward the stars, calm, unwavering.
> "The Devil cannot return. Not while I walk the realms."
The Seven Shadows knelt behind him, their eyes wide, reverent.
Liora whispered, "Master… that power… it surpasses gods."
Cael smiled faintly, his gaze distant.
> "Power is not the purpose. Protection is."
He looked out across the horizon where kingdoms still feared him, cults still plotted, and gods still watched.
> "The world may call me monster or savior," he said quietly.
"But I am neither. I am the shadow that guards creation."
> "I am the Absolute Atomic."