Chapter 13: The Gathering Storm

The final battles were drawing near, and the forces of both gods and mortals were gathering for the final push against the remaining rogue deities. Karcel's light had grown stronger with each victory, but the strain of the war was taking its toll.

Rael and Naida stood by her side, but the weight of leadership had begun to wear on Karcel. The Key of Creation had granted her immense power, but it also carried a burden—one that only she could bear.

As they marched toward the next target, a sudden storm rolled in, dark clouds gathering overhead. Lightning flashed in the distance, and the air crackled with energy.

"Something's coming," Rael muttered, her hand on her sword.

Karcel nodded, her senses on high alert. "We need to be ready."

The storm intensified, and as the winds howled around them, a figure appeared on the horizon—an old, weathered god, his form towering over the battlefield.

It was Morva, the God of Storms and Thunder. His eyes gleamed with power, and the sky itself seemed to tremble in his presence.

"You've come far," Morva said, his voice booming like thunder. "But this is where your journey ends."