The void whispered.
It had no will. No form. No voice. And yet, in its hollow depths, a tremor ran through
Something had left.
Something ancient.
Something hungry.
The silence cracked.
And in the next instant-
A world burned.
---The Butcher's Arrival
Thrust stepped forward, his movements slow, measured.
Behind him, a wasteland of corpses.
A battlefield once teeming with warriors now lay drenched in blood, bodies twisted in
This was no war. No grand struggle between two mighty forces.
This was slaughter.
The warlord's finest generals had stood before him-renowned warriors, legendary tactic
None of them had lasted more than a moment.
One had tried to crush him with a hammer said to break mountains. Thrust had caught it
Another had unleashed celestial lightning, attempting to burn him out of existence. Th
No one was worthy enough to make him draw his weapon.
And then there was the warlord.
He had fled.
Not as a man plotting a counterattack. Not as a leader saving his forces.
But as a coward who had just seen death itself take form.
But even he knew running would not save him.
So he did the only thing left-he begged.
His voice, once mighty and commanding, was now desperate and shrill.
He called to the heavens.
---The God Who Answered
Far beyond mortal sight, something stirred.
A presence, vast and suffocating.
This was his realm.
It was his foundation, his temple, his creation.
He had built it with his own divine hands, watched it flourish for centuries. It was a
And now, in mere moments, it had been reduced to nothing but dust.
By the hands of a single being.
His wrath was not the cold fury of an impartial deity.
It was personal.
A roar shook the heavens as his presence descended
---A God's Wrath
A pillar of golden fire erupted from the heavens, splitting the sky apart.
The world buckled.
Space twisted.
A pressure, suffocating and absolute, crashed down upon reality.
Every surviving soldier, every being present, collapsed to their knees-not in worship,
The warlord, still gasping for breath, looked up in relief.
"My Lord! This monster-he-he has-"
The god ignored him.
His gaze was locked onto one man.
A single solitary figure, standing amidst a sea of corpses.
No divine markings. No celestial aura. No presence that demanded fear.
Yet, he had done this.
The god's fury boiled.
He raised his hand.
The heavens answered.
A golden inferno descended like divine judgment itself.
---A Battle Between Realms
Flames engulfed Thrust.
A mortal would have been eradicated in an instant.
A warlord would have been reduced to ash before he could even scream.
When the fire cleared-Thrust was still standing.
His cloak was burnt at the edges. His skin bore faint burns.
That was all.
The god's expression shifted.
Disbelief.
Impossible.
Thrust rolled his shoulders, shaking off the embers. "That all?"
The god's fury ignited into something darker-desperation.
A thousand lances of divine light formed in the sky, each imbued with celestial law, e
They rained down.
Thrust moved.
A single step forward.
The next moment-he was gone.
The divine lances struck nothing but empty air.
A heartbeat later-a hand gripped the god's throat.
A force drove him into the ground, creating a crater miles wide.
The god gasped, coughing golden ichor. He had never felt such power.
And worst of all-Thrust still hadn't drawn his weapon.
"You rule over weaklings," Thrust muttered, grinding the god's face into the dirt. "An
The god's fury flared once more.
He roared, unleashing the full extent of his divine essence.
Reality warped.
Space cracked.
Power surged-a force meant to bend the very fabric of existence to his will.
Thrust sighed.
His grip tightened.
The god felt his bones crack under the pressure.
And then-Thrust drew his weapon.
---The End of a God
A perfect sphere.
A mass of infinite weight, bound by a force that no being in existence could truly com
For the first time, the god felt true fear.
Thrust's grip shifted. His stance widened.
And with a slow, effortless swing-
The world split apart.
The realm itself trembled.
A single arc of destruction cut through the battlefield, through the skies, through ex
The god never even had a chance to scream.
He was bisected instantly-his divine body erased from reality.
The warlord, who had begged for salvation, was caught in the aftermath.
He, too, ceased to exist.
And with that single casual swing, the realm itself began to collapse.
---A Universe Watching
In the celestial heavens, gods watched in horror.
One of their own had been erased.
Not in a war between deities.
Not by some grand cosmic force.
By a single being.
And he was still standing.
Still searching for his next battle.
Far away, in the abyss where monsters thrived, ancient entities stirred.
"A mortal who kills gods? No. He is no mortal."
"Perhaps we should extend an invitation?"
"Or perhaps... we should stop him before he becomes a threat to us."
Meanwhile, in the celestial realms, panic spread.
Whispers echoed across the cosmos.
"His weapon. If we could claim it-"
"No. He is the problem. He must be erased."
Some sought to manipulate him. Others sought to eliminate him.
But one fact was undeniable-
Thrust had just declared war on the gods.
And they weren't ready for it.
#*THE CHAPTER END*#