The battlefield lay in silence. Neroth was gone, erased by David's Awakened God power. Mountains had shattered, rivers of molten energy cooled into jagged crystal, and the sky shimmered with threads of raw divinity, still humming with residual power.
Ben lay on the ground, exhausted and battered. His armor was scorched, streaked with blood, and the Omnigene flickered weakly on his wrist.
David knelt beside him. His aura still blazed with the intensity of the Awakened God, tempered now with calm. He placed a hand over Ben's chest, channeling pure chronal and kinetic energy. Wounds closed instantly, burns faded, and Ben's strength returned in a shock of renewed vitality.
"I… feel… whole," Ben gasped, sitting up.
"You almost didn't make it," David said softly. "I couldn't leave you behind."
Ben smiled weakly. "You always do more than I could hope for…"
From the edges of the battlefield, gods and their offspring — the kings — gathered. Their eyes glimmered with awe, relief, and deep respect.
"David… Ben… you have freed all of Dimension Prime from Neroth's shadow," one god said, voice strong and solemn.
"The realms themselves will remember this day," a king added, bowing slightly. "You have struck down a terror older than light itself."
Praise spread over them like living energy. Some knelt in reverence, others simply stood, observing silently. The kings — heirs of divine power — watched with wide, inspired eyes, understanding that these two had saved the world of the gods themselves.
David looked at Ben. "It was not just me. You held the line when it mattered."
Ben shook his head. "I could only buy time… you finished it."
The gods and kings stepped aside, allowing a portal of shimmering energy to open. It pulsed with strands of light and time, a pathway back to their home dimension.
"This way," one of the kings said, voice solemn but warm. "Return to your world. Dimension Prime will never forget your deeds."
David and Ben stepped into the portal. Before entering, David looked back over the battlefield — a land of gods, where titanic forces had clashed, now at peace.
"Farewell… for now," he whispered.
The portal enveloped them, folding reality around their forms. Beyond lay Dimension X, where the curse awaited — a silent warning that his full Awakened God powers could not be unleashed without risking the collapse of his home world.
As they vanished, the gods and kings stood together, voices lifted in unison — not as rulers commanding, but as peers offering genuine gratitude. The battlefield, scarred yet sacred, remained a monument to the God of Speed who had risen beyond all limits.