Chapter 1
The sky cracked.
Thunderstorms raged without clouds. The sun dimmed, shrouded by divine rage. Two gods Raithos, the God of Thunder, and Zephyros, the God of Stormwind clashed above a ruined land where mountains were already reduced to dust.
Every strike shattered cities. Every roar rippled across realms.
Mortals prayed. Some watched. Most died.
And still, the gods fought. Not for justice, nor vengeance…
But pride.
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A lone figure walked the scorched land below them.
Young. Ordinary-looking. Hands in his pockets. Head slightly tilted up, watching the chaos unfold.
He wasn't running.
He wasn't afraid.
His steps made no sound, but the earth beneath him refused to crack. Reality itself bent around his calm presence subtly as if the world acknowledged his existence in quiet obedience.
Suddenly, one of the gods' attacks arced downward accidentally, recklessly headed straight for a small village.
The man stopped walking.
He sighed.
"…How dare you fight in front of me?"
The voice was calm, almost casual yet everything stopped.
The wind died.
The thunder froze.
Even the gods paused mid-air, wide-eyed.
Raithos turned first, eyes narrowing. "That voice… No. It can't be "
Zephyros backed away instinctively. "W-We didn't know you were!"
The young man slowly looked up. His irises weren't glowing. No aura flared around him.
But something more terrifying happened: the world itself knelt.
The clouds swirled in reverse. The very concept of sound seemed to hush. Time stuttered.
"Raithos," he said coldly.
"Zephyros."
Just saying their names caused both gods to drop to one knee mid-air forced by pressure that couldn't be seen.
"You destroy cities like children throwing stones… in my domain?"
His words were gentle. But mountains far away began to crumble. Skies cracked. Oceans trembled.
The gods tried to speak but their mouths were frozen.
The man sighed again. "This is tiresome."
With a single blink, both gods were gone sent hurtling across realms, unconscious.
Silence returned.
The man continued walking.
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Far away, sages whispered.
Old beings trembled.
The name passed from realm to realm.
"He has returned."
"The one who stands above the gods."
"The Origin…"
But none dared say his true name.
Not yet.
> To be continued