The Gods' Despair
The grand hall of the Cronoverse trembled as Dai, slammed his golden staff against the marble floor. His usual calm was gone—replaced by raw, unfiltered panic.
"WHAT?! HOW?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the hall. The other gods turned to him, their faces twisted in confusion and fear.
Dai's eyes burned with fury as he roared, "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN THE VERSES?! HOW ARE THE ANGELS STILL ALIVE?!"
The air grew heavy. The gods had fought these angels before—Thousands Of Years ago, in a war so brutal it nearly tore creation apart. They had wiped them out. Every single one.
Or so they thought.
Kazima, the god of war, stood at the center of the chaos, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. He tilted his head, savoring their fear like a fine meal.
"I see," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're all confused. So was I… when I first saw the angel."
The Unthinkable Truth
Carel, stepped forward, his golden eyes flashing with alarm. "They're supposed to be erased from all of creation!" he cried, his voice rising in panic. "So how are they alive?!"
Hendi, clutched his chest as if the past itself was clawing at his heart. "We fought every last one of them!" he gasped. "The war was deadly—but we destroyed them all!"
Dai nodded furiously. "Yeah. We made sure of it."
But Kazima only laughed—a deep, chilling sound that echoed through the hall like a death knell. The shadows around him twisted, stretching like claws across the floor.
"Oh, my dear, deluded gods…" he whispered, his voice laced with pity. "You never truly understood what you were fighting, did you?"
A terrible silence fell.
Then, with a voice like crumbling stars, he delivered the final blow.
"The angels were never your enemies."
A pause.
"They were merely… the first obstacle."
And with those words, the foundations of their reality began to crack.
The War God's Warning
The air in the grand hall grew thick with tension. The rulers of the verses—gods of unimaginable power, and beings of incredible knowledge—stood , their eyes locked on Kazima.
He smirked, his gaze sweeping over them like a predator sizing up prey.
"Most of our damn battles," he began, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, "the ones we've fought since the dawn of time—the rulers have always been part of them. Some of our greatest wars? They were even orchestrated by the rulers."
The gods exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted on their feet. Others clenched their fists, their auras flickering with barely contained rage.
Carel stepped forward, his golden eyes sharp. "What are you trying to say, Kazima?"
The war god's smirk faded. His expression turned deadly serious.
"The rulers have become a problem to us all," he declared, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And by that… they all need to be eliminated."
The Ruler's Fury
The hall exploded in chaos.
Zielan,slammed his fist into the ground with such force that the entire hall trembled. His aura erupted—a storm of raw, untamed power that threatened to tear hall apart.
"RIGHT BEFORE THE KING AND US RULERS," he roared, his voice shaking the heavens, "YOU DARE TO TALK ABOUT DESTROYING OUR ENTIRE RACE?! HOW DARE YOU, KAZIMA!"
The other rulers unleashed their energies, their combined might flooding the cronoverse with crushing pressure—all except Krelious, the king of gods, who remained eerily still, his crimson eyes watching with cold amusement.
The First Strike
Zielan didn't wait.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished—then reappeared before Kazima, his fist already mid-swing.
But Kazima was ready.
With a grin, he raised his own fist and met the blow head-on.
BOOM!
The impact shattered the grand hall, reducing it to dust in an instant. The shockwave expanded outward, obliterating many kingdoms within the Cronoverse, turning them to nothing but absolute destruction.
Before they could clash again, a blur shot between them.
Krelious.
With effortless grace, he seized Zielan's wrist, stopping his attack dead. Then, without hesitation, he turned—and slammed Kazima into the ground with such force that the planet split open for miles.
The King's Warning
Silence.
The gods stood frozen, their breaths caught in their throats.
Never before had they seen someone overpower Kazima—one of the strongest gods in existence—so easily.
Krelious loomed over the fallen war god, his voice calm but laced with lethal promise.
"Enough, Zielan."
Then, his golden eyes flicked to Kazima.
"And you, Kazima… I will forgive you this time. But if you should say something stupid like this again…"
A pause.
"You're dead."
Defiance in the Ruins
Kazima coughed, blood trickling from his lips. But even now, he laughed, pushing himself up from the rubble.
"If I was still the same god I was 30,000 years ago," he mused, wiping his mouth, "I would have been dead the moment you slammed me into the ground."
His grin returned, sharp and dangerous.
"It's only thanks to the training of the angels that I'm still alive."
The King's Wrath
Krelious' patience snapped.
In a flash, he grabbed Kazima by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air. His grip was like an unbreakable seal, crushing the very breath from the war god's lungs.
But before he could deliver the killing blow—
Sted, krelious wife and queen of the verses, stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Krelious' arm.
"Spare him," she urged, her voice firm.
For a moment, the king hesitated.
Then, with a growl, he released Kazima, letting him drop to the ground in a heap.
The Final Warning
Gasping for air, Kazima slowly rose to his feet. His body was battered, his strength drained—but his spirit remained unbroken.
He met Krelious' gaze, his voice a chilling whisper.
"Your strength and power are unbelievable, King Krelious," he admitted.
A pause.
Then, with a smile that promised ruin—
"But it will not be enough to save you… or your race… from what is coming."
The words hung in the air like a curse.
And for the first time in eternity, the gods felt something they had long forgotten.
Fear.
To Be Continued.
TO BE CONTINUED…