Chapter 240 battle of the sea gods

The chamber shuddered.

Every stone trembled in fear. The air thickened with magic so potent that even gods faltered beneath its weight. Ava hovered above them all—her eyes two radiant suns, her blood burning with the wrath of divinity, reborn from the womb of anger, anguish and betrayal.

She looked down at the gods who once mocked her death.

"You wanted power," she said, her voice raw and echoing through the shattered pillars. "Then come take it."

Dagon roared first, the sea god's trident slicing through the air as he conjured a tidal wave within the chamber itself. water twisted violently, coming from nowhere becoming spears and serpents, a deadly ocean born in seconds.

Ava raised one hand.

The water evaporated with a hiss, disintegrating into golden mist.

Dagon's eyes widened—too late. She descended like a comet, slamming her fist into his chest. His ribcage crumbled like glass. He screamed, a god's scream, echoing through eternity as he was blasted into the stone wall, cracking it like parchment.

Before he could rise, the Snake God slithered behind her, fangs elongated, striking for her neck. Ava turned midair—barely.

He sank his fangs into her shoulder.

A mistake.

She let out a guttural cry—not of pain, but of rage. She seized his jaw with one hand and his throat with the other, tearing his head clean off his shoulders with a cry:

"You will not touch me again!"

His headless body writhed, spasming as golden fire consumed it whole.

The third god—a dark-winged Wraith called Morgul, screamed as he summoned a swarm of shadows, black flames and illusions of despair meant to paralyze her mind.

Ava stood still as the illusions swarmed her, twisted visions of her dying, of her being burned alive again and again.

She closed her eyes.

A single tear fell.

Then she spoke.

"I lived that pain. You can't show me anything worse."

A burst of divine energy shattered the illusions, dispersing Morgul's magic into smoke. She dashed forward with impossible speed, catching him by his wings, and tore them off his back.

He howled, writhing in agony—until she raised a finger and whispered, "Sleep forever." And Morgul's body crumbled into salt.

Three gods down. Four to go.

The remaining four struck together.

The Fire Goddess Eleria, face wreathed in crimson flame, hurled molten meteors at her, each one large enough to decimate a city.

The Time Binder tried to freeze Ava in a time loop, trapping her between seconds.

The Storm Bringer hurled black bolts of lightning, the kind that shattered dimensions.

And the Death Twin, a pale woman with blackened eyes, opened her mouth and screamed—calling the souls of the dead to weigh Ava down, to drown her in their grief.

Ava screamed too.

But hers was louder.

Stronger.

She broke free of the time bind, her aura crackling. The meteors froze in air. She snapped her fingers—they reversed mid-flight, hurling toward Eleria. The Fire Goddess screamed as her own flame swallowed her, turning her body to ash.

The Death Twin shrieked louder, sending spirits to pierce Ava's mind.

Ava's knees bent. Blood trickled from her nose. Visions of her suffering, of betrayal, her limbs being torn apart—the monsters from the pit, Aaron's mocking voice, Lyon's cold gaze—it was all too much.

Then she gritted her teeth and exploded in golden fire, her divine form taking shape fully: tall, resplendent, cloaked in ethereal armor made of starlight.

"You all chose wrong," she said. "I am not just your executioner—I am what comes after gods."

She turned and unleashed the Cry of Creation, a scream only true gods could perform. The chamber shattered.

Time fractured.

The Storm Bringer disintegrated under her cry.

The Time Binder wept—"Please… don't—"

Ava clasped his skull with both hands and said coldly, "You try stealing my youth from me. Let me return the favor."

She erased him from existence.

The Death Twin stood alone, shaking, falling to her knees. "Ava, I was only following Dagon… I never wanted this!"

Ava approached her slowly, her eyes no longer glowing—but cold. Empty.

"You fed on my memories."

"I had to!"

"You devoured my agony like wine."

"I—I regret it…"

Ava placed a hand on her cheek and whispered, "Then rest."

The Death Twin wept as her body turned into feathers—black, soft feathers that drifted to the floor.

The gods were gone.

All seven.

Dead.

The air cleared. Silence fell like snow.

Aaron lay crushed beneath a collapsed pillar, coughing blood. Lyon writhed beside him, his leg shattered, his jaw slack. Both men had no fight left. Only desperation.

Ava descended toward them.

They watched her through blood-soaked eyes.

"Please…" Lyon rasped. "Mercy… please…"

Aaron tried to crawl away. "Ava, I—we were only pawns. The gods—they made us—"

She raised her hand.

Power built behind her eyes again, blinding gold forming into a spear.

"NO!" Aaron screamed. "I don't want to die like this!"

Then…

"Leave them."

The voice was calm.

Ava froze.

Harlan stepped into the chamber, bloodstained, battered, but standing.

"They're not worth your time or energy," he said, slowly walking toward her. "Your friends are in grave danger. Lamia has them… trapped. Mentally. he's twisted their minds."

Ava turned her head sharply.

Her glare could have melted metal.

"You betrayed me," she said, quietly. "You watched me get bundled up. You left me to die, also not to mention you accused me on the assembly ground. Shouldn't I kill you for that?"

Harlan… smiled.

Softly. Sadly.

"I did it for a reason," he said. "I knew who you were. Goddess Avery. I had to awaken your full potential. I knew pain would unlock your ascension. I don't expect forgiveness. But the truth is, only you can save them now. Only you can train them. With the goddess's intervention, they can be ready."

Ava stared at him for several long, cold seconds.

Then she turned back to Aaron and Lyon.

She raised a single hand.

Snapped her fingers.

And with a crack of divine lightning—they vanished.

Into the darkest abyss beneath the sea, where even gods feared to go. The place where nightmares crawled and sanity fractured.

"Let them have a taste of their medicine," Ava said.

Then she faced Harlan fully.

He bowed his head.

Ava floated down and stood before him.

Her eyes still gold—but calm now.

"Let's go," she said, softly. "Take me to my friends."