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Outside the Tower – Skyfield Ruins
Selene stood at the border of the 81st Floor's entrance—her silver frost armor gleaming under the shattered moonlight. Her breath came in clouds, her heartbeat sharp. Behind her, elite hunters waited for the order.
But she stepped forward alone.
Because the system confirmed it:
Target: Zero
Confirmed Identity Match: Rael Valtair
And her heart couldn't ignore it any longer.
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Inside the Tower, Rael sat on the shattered throne of Zathriel's divine court. The divine core pulsed in his hand, gradually absorbed by the system.
> [New Trait Acquired: Divine Suppression (Passive)]
[All gods below Tier 3 will bow in fear.]
He closed the panel as he felt her approach.
"She came faster than expected," he muttered.
Then he smiled. "Good."
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The moment Selene stepped into the ruined garden, the world froze around them.
She drew her spear, layers of frost wrapping her body.
"Rael."
He stepped from the shadows, wearing his true form for the first time in years. No hood. No clones. Just him—taller, sharper, more terrifying than memory allowed.
"I told you I didn't want to come back," he said quietly.
She didn't flinch. "But you did. And you're killing gods."
"They started it."
Selene gritted her teeth. "Then end it with me."
She launched forward, her spear glowing white-blue, the temperature dropping instantly.
Rael met her halfway, blade flashing black with stolen divinity.
Frost clashed with corruption.
Each strike shook the tower's foundations.
Ice pillars shattered. Shadow spirals burst.
And neither held back.
For ten whole minutes, it was war between the past and the present.
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But eventually, Selene's strength waned. Her spear cracked. Her breath hitched.
Rael caught her by the throat but didn't squeeze.
He looked into her eyes—filled not with hate, but something softer.
"I'm not your enemy," he said.
"Then… who are you now?" she whispered.
His grip loosened. He let her fall gently.
"I'm the one who survived… and now, I'm the one who will tear the heavens down."
He turned, vanishing into black mist.
Selene stayed kneeling, trembling—uncertain whether she wanted to stop him… or follow him.
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