I never cared about the world.
Not really.
For years, I carved my way through it, leaving only blood and ruin in my wake. Titans fell before me, one by one, yet nothing changed. No matter how many I slaughtered, war raged on. Power shifted hands, but the strong still ruled over the weak.
It was Sophia who made me see differently.
She was the one who convinced me that strength wasn't just about destruction. That power could be more than a weapon.
And because it was her, I listened.
For the first time—I built something instead of breaking it.
****
It started with a single village.
Nestled within the ruins of what had once been a great city, it became a sanctuary for those who had lost everything.
Humans. Orphans. Wounded soldiers. Even Titans who had abandoned the fight, broken and lost.
Sophia called it Haven.
A place where war had no claim. Where strength was measured not by how much one could destroy—but by how many lives one could protect.
I thought it was foolish.
A dream too fragile to survive in a world like this.
But then, people came.
The desperate. The forsaken. Those with nowhere else to go.
They arrived, hollow-eyed and expecting death—only to find safety instead.
The War Begins to Fade
It didn't happen overnight.
The war had burned for decades, its embers buried too deep to simply snuff out.
But Haven grew.
Villages sprouted around it, then towns, then cities.
Word spread—a place where the strong shielded the weak instead of ruling them.
At first, the warlords and rogue Titans tried to destroy it.
They thought Haven was just another settlement. A target. A weakness.
They were wrong.
Because I was still there.
Because no matter how much I tried to change, I was still the same weapon I had always been.
And when the enemy came for Haven, I erased them.
It didn't take long for the message to spread—
Haven was untouchable.
And slowly, the warlords stopped fighting. Titans began to disappear.
Not all were slain. Some… changed.
Because once they saw what we had built, once they realized there was another way, some laid down their weapons.
And after years of slaughter—after centuries of chaos—
The world finally began to quiet.
***
Years passed.
Where only ruin remained, cities rose again.
Survivors of the war forged new nations—not built on conquest, but on what they had learned from the ashes of the old world.
Not all followed Haven's path. Some still craved power, still ruled by force.
But the endless wars?
They faded into smaller conflicts.
The world was no longer a battlefield of Titans.
Not because they had all perished—
But because they had finally seen another way.
The Peace We Fought For
Sophia watched it all unfold.
She saw the world she had fought for take shape.
And I… I stayed by her side.
Even as the wars waned.
Even as peace settled over the land.
Even as time passed us by.
I had spent my entire life fighting.
For revenge.
For power.
For nothing.
But now,
I fought not to destroy.
I fought to protect.
Not the world.
Not the people.
Not even Haven.
But her.
Because she was the only reason I had chosen to stay in this world at all.
And as I stood beside her, watching the world rise from the ashes, I finally understood.
I had once been the butcher of gods.
But now—I was something more.
I was the guardian of the world she had saved.
And for the first time in my life—
I was at peace.
****
The world had changed.
For years, war had defined it—Titan against Titan, power against power, destruction without end.
But then, Haven was built.
Ethan Kael, the Apex Titan, the Butcher of Gods, had done the impossible.
He had not just survived the war—he had ended it.
Titans, once the harbingers of destruction, began to vanish. Some were slain, others abandoned the fight, and a few even chose to follow him.
But not all.
There were still those who saw his existence as a threat.
Because as long as Ethan Kael lived—
No one else would ever be the strongest.
And so, in the ruins of a forgotten world, the last great Titans gathered.
Not to fight each other.
But to kill the one who had made them obsolete.
[The Gathering of Titans]
They met beneath the shadows of a dead city, its ruins untouched by time—a place where Titans once reigned.
The air crackled with power as four of the strongest remaining Titans stood face to face.
Once, they had been enemies. Rivals. Lords of destruction.
Now, they had only one enemy left.
Ethan Kael.
A Titan who had done the unthinkable. A warrior who had turned against his own kind, cutting them down without mercy.
A man who had once been nothing—
And had become the only god left standing.
The first to speak was Ragnar the Unbroken.
A giant of a man, his body a testament to countless battles, his fists alone capable of shattering mountains.
His voice was grim. "How many more will fall before we stop him?"
The second was Selene the Black Star.
A woman wreathed in shadows, her very presence distorting the air around her. The embodiment of darkness, faster than the eye could follow.
Her golden eyes flickered. "We waited too long. We let him build his kingdom, let him believe this world was his to shape."
The third was Vortus the Colossus.
A fusion of organic and machine, a living fortress. He had survived what no one else could, his endurance unmatched.
His voice rumbled like thunder. "He is not a man anymore. He is something else. Something that should never have existed."
And finally, the last to speak was Lucian the Stormborn.
Tall. Regal. Power thrumming through his veins like a raging storm. His mere presence suffocating.
He smirked. "Ethan Kael is the last obstacle in our way. If we do not end him, he will define the future."
A pause.
Then Ragnar spoke again.
"How do we kill him?"
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They had all faced Ethan before.
And they had all lost.
Not in fair combat.
But they had witnessed his wrath, his evolution—his ascension into something beyond Titans, beyond reason, beyond fear.
Selene's voice was cold. "We don't fight him alone. We don't give him a battle."
Lucian's smirk widened. "We give him a war."
Their plan was simple—and ruthless.
Ragnar would engage Ethan head-on, forcing him into a brutal melee.
Selene would strike from the shadows, attacking where he least expected.
Vortus would bring an army, forcing him to exhaust himself against sheer numbers.
Lucian would deliver the final blow—unleashing a storm powerful enough to erase Haven from existence.
A strategy born not from arrogance—but from fear.
Because they all knew the truth.
If they failed—
If Ethan Kael survived—
There would be no one left strong enough to stop him.
***
The Titans stood together, four remnants of an age of war—united by a single purpose.
To kill the one who had surpassed them all.
Lucian turned to the others, his voice laced with cold certainty.
"We end the Butcher of Gods."
Because if they didn't—
He would be the end of them all.
And so, the greatest war since the fall of the old world began.
TO BE CONTINUE...