The battlefield was silent for a moment—until Sion's body surged with blinding divine light.
Raphael's eyes widened in horror.
"Stop it, Sion! Your body can't withstand this much divine magic!" she cried, but her voice was swallowed by the crackling hum of raw power.
Sion ignored her. His aura exploded outward, illuminating the pitch-black skies above Hallowvale. Wings of pure divine energy formed behind him, casting a holy glow against the darkness. The remaining seven Titans stood, unfazed—but Sion charged forward with terrifying speed.
Rising into the air, he pointed his blade skyward and roared,
"By my will, and by the gods—fall!"
A spell surged through his sword—"Divinus Severum"—and in one flash, two Titans were torn apart, their spines and chests ripped open by the radiant edge. But as he turned toward the next, a violent crack split through his arm.
His body trembled.
Cracks appeared along his forearms—like porcelain shattering under strain. Blood streamed from his mouth. Still, he pressed forward.
"I'm not done," he growled, staggering.
He slashed another Titan clean through the neck.
Then—a massive fist. One of the remaining Titans struck him mid-air. Sion was thrown like a comet into the dirt, smashing into the ground. The world blurred. For a moment, he lost consciousness.
But he rose.
Driven by nothing but rage and will, he leapt, embedding his sword deep into the skull of the Titan that struck him. His aura erupted again—this time unstable, chaotic, overcharged.
"Divine Finality: Radiant Collapse!"
With one last desperate push, he activated the magical tanks from a distance. They fired with amplified energy, crashing into the last two Titans with monstrous force, carving holes through their chests.
Silence followed.
The monsters fell.
The darkness thinned. For the first time, Hallowvale saw light pierce through.
But victory had its price.
The voice returned, cold and distant:
"Congratulations, savior. You've survived your first trial. But we are only beginning. We will fulfill our purpose—and no one, not even you, can stop us."
Then silence.
Sion hovered in the air… until his divine aura flickered and vanished.
He plummeted.
"SION!" Raphael screamed, casting a floating spell in time to slow his fall. She caught him, gently placing him on the scorched earth.
What she saw made her gasp.
His arms were broken. Ribs shattered. His face bloodied, legs torn, divine burns crawling across his skin. Even his aura felt… fractured.
"I told you not to push this far!" she sobbed, desperately applying healing spells. "You're not a god—you're still mortal, even if chosen by one!"
But Sion, barely conscious, raised a trembling hand. Using the last reserves of his magic, he encrypted a message to Katherine and sara
"Injured. Send aid. Fast."
Across the kingdom, Sara burst into Katherine's chambers.
"Sion is injured!"
Katherine's heart dropped.
"Summon the generals. Ready a carriage. Bring the best healer—NOW!" she ordered.
Fear consumed her—but she would not hesitate.
Back on the battlefield, Raphael had stabilized Sion, though he remained unconscious. As she wiped the blood from his forehead, a voice—gentle and radiant—whispered in her mind.
"They move faster than we predicted. Tell Sion… the real war begins now."
It was the voice of Aria, the Goddess of Light.