The world shook.
The sky cracked.
And the earth itself trembled as war erupted.
They came from all sides. Hundreds of Titans. The last remnants of an era that should have perished. The strongest warriors, the most ruthless killers, the living weapons that had shaped history—now gathered for one reason.
To kill the Apex Titan.
To end Ethan Kael.
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Haven burned.
What was once a sanctuary—a city built from blood and sacrifice to protect the last remnants of humanity—was now a wasteland of fire and ruin.
At the heart of the devastation, Ethan Kael stood alone.
His silver-white hair, now stained crimson, clung to his face, his golden eyes glowing with a fire that refused to die. Around him, bodies littered the ground—some still burning, others frozen mid-motion, shattered like glass.
And yet, more came.
They had not come for conquest. Not for glory. Not even for revenge.
They had come for his head.
And he would give them nothing but death.
The first attack came like a storm.
Lucian the Stormborn raised his hand, and the heavens answered.
The sky split apart, black clouds spiraling like a vortex of wrath. Lightning erupted in massive arcs, each bolt thick as an ancient tree, a million volts of divine fury crashing toward Ethan.
He moved.
Not with hesitation. Not with fear.
But with absolute certainty.
He vanished—his speed beyond the limits of perception—reappearing miles away in an instant.
But the moment he landed—Selene was waiting.
From the abyss of shadows, she struck.
Her blade, forged from the void itself, sliced through the air—a weapon crafted to end Titans, to sever the unbreakable, to kill the unkillable.
It aimed straight for his throat.
Ethan's hand caught the blade mid-air.
The shadowsteel cut deep into his flesh. Blood ran down his fingers. But he did not flinch.
Instead—
He pulled.
Selene's golden eyes widened in shock. A moment later, Ethan's knee slammed into her ribs with the force of a collapsing star.
CRACK.
Bones shattered. She coughed blood, her body sent flying like a broken doll.
But before Ethan could finish her—
A fist the size of a boulder crashed into his skull.
Ragnar.
The Unbroken Titan came like an avalanche, an unstoppable force of raw power. The impact sent Ethan hurtling through the ruins of a collapsing building, concrete and steel crumbling around him.
Before he could rise, they descended.
Not one. Not ten.
Hundreds.
Some wielded flames hot enough to melt reality itself.
Others commanded frost that could freeze time.
Some moved like hurricanes, their bodies made of storms, while others bent gravity to their will.
But among them, one mattered more than the rest.
The Null Titan.
A man who did not look remarkable—thin, pale, with cold gray eyes.
But his power was the most dangerous of all.
He raised his hand.
A pulse of invisible energy exploded outward.
And Ethan felt it.
His strength dimmed. His speed slowed. His regeneration, which had once made him unkillable, lagged.
For the first time in years—
He felt weak.
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Ethan staggered, his golden eyes narrowing.
What is this?
His body—once unstoppable—was suddenly sluggish. His strength—once boundless—was restrained.
And that was when they struck.
Ragnar came first.
A meteor of muscle and rage, his fists crashed down like hammers of the gods, pummeling Ethan with unrelenting force.
Then came Lucian's storm, a torrent of black lightning carving through the battlefield, its divine fury igniting Ethan's flesh.
Selene reappeared—her blade sinking into his side, shadowsteel slicing through muscle and bone.
Then came Vortus, the Titan with hands like mountains. His fingers wrapped around Ethan like a vice of death, his grip powerful enough to crush lesser gods.
And then—
The legions came.
Not just Titans.
An army.
Enhanced soldiers. Bio-weapons engineered to kill gods. Cybernetic Titans. Machines designed to end legends.
And in the midst of it all—
Ethan Kael stood alone.
Bleeding. Slowed. Weakened.
But he did not kneel.
Instead—
He grinned.
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The golden glow in Ethan's eyes ignited.
Not from power. Not from divinity.
But from will.
He had never needed mercy. Never needed fairness.
Even if his strength was stolen.
Even if his body was shattered.
He was still Ethan Kael.
The Apex Titan.
The Butcher of Gods.
And so, he moved.
Faster than light.
Faster than thought.
Faster than death itself.
The first Titan never saw it coming.
One moment, he swung his blade—
The next, his entire arm was missing.
Ethan had ripped it off in an instant, the wound so clean it had not yet begun to bleed.
The Titan screamed—then Ethan crushed his skull beneath his boot.
Another warrior came—his body radiating the power of a living sun. He unleashed a beam of pure annihilation.
Ethan caught it.
With his bare hands.
And threw it back.
The Titan didn't even have time to scream before his own power incinerated him.
More came.
Ethan welcomed them.
He danced through the battlefield, a storm of steel and death, his blade carving through gods.
One Titan tried to freeze time—
Ethan shattered time itself.
Another tried to drown him in illusions—
Ethan ignored them, slicing his head clean off.
Even the Null Titan, the one who had weakened him, was not safe.
Ethan vanished—
Then reappeared right in front of him.
The Null Titan's gray eyes widened in horror.
He raised his hands to unleash another pulse—
Ethan was faster.
His fingers dug into the Titan's throat, lifting him effortlessly.
The Titan struggled, gasping, his power surging—
Ethan crushed his windpipe.
And then—
He snapped his neck.
The battlefield fell silent.
And in that moment—
Everyone realized the truth.
Even an army of Titans was not enough to kill him.
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Lucian, Ragnar, Selene, and Vortus stood amidst the carnage.
They had come with certainty.
They had come with power.
They had come to kill him.
And yet—
He was still standing.
Lucian clenched his fists. "This isn't over."
Ragnar scowled. "We need a new plan."
Selene's voice was ice. "He's still bleeding. We can still kill him."
Vortus said nothing. He only watched Ethan with unreadable eyes.
But deep down—they all felt it.
A feeling they had never known before.
Fear.
Because Ethan Kael was no longer just a Titan.
He was something far, far worse.
He was the Apex Predator.
And he was not done killing.
Not yet.
TO BE CONTINUE...