The Awakening

The light inside Avon flared to life, pulsating with an intensity he had never felt before. It responded to the sorrow, the anger, the grief that churned within him like a storm. As the light swelled, so did the fury in his heart. The power coursed through his veins, fueling him with a strength he hadn't known was possible. The glow around him grew brighter, a blinding radiance that illuminated every corner of the room.

It was then that Avon felt something shift. A presence, heavy and dark, broke through the chaos of his emotions. The light wasn't just for him. It was calling to something. Someone.

Zarek.

Avon felt it—Zarek had sensed the power. He turned, his eyes locking onto the figure standing in the doorway. The air around Avon shimmered with energy, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Zarek stood there, eyes narrowed, taking in the figure that had once been so insignificant—now glowing with the intensity of a sun.

Avon understood now, in that instant. He knew what Kareal had meant by "newfound strength." He wasn't just a boy anymore. He was the Blazer of Light, and this power was his birthright. The weight of it settled on his shoulders, but he didn't falter. He couldn't. Not after what Zarek had done to Kareal.

The dark deity stared at him, a faint smirk curling on his lips. "So, you're the new Blazer," Zarek said, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you can stop me?"

Avon didn't answer. There was no need for words now. His anger and grief had turned into something sharper, something more focused. He was no longer the boy who stood by helplessly as his master was struck down. He was the Blazer of Light, and Zarek would pay for what he had done.

Avon's eyes burned with a fierce glow, and his entire body seemed to radiate with the fury of light. His aura shimmered, shifting between hues of gold, white, and every shade in between, a kaleidoscope of energy that filled the room. It was beautiful, but it was terrifying. The storm inside Avon had finally erupted, and Zarek was the target of his wrath.

Without a word, Avon raised his fist, and the light around him intensified. His body glowed brighter with each passing second, each wave of energy a new surge of power. The very air seemed to hum with the force of it. Avon opened his hand, fingers stretched wide, and aimed it at Zarek.

A beam of pure, blinding light shot from his palm. It sliced through the air, fast and unforgiving. The world seemed to hold its breath as the beam struck Zarek with a force that sent him reeling. A jagged scar appeared across the deity's face, a deep burn that sizzled with the intensity of Avon's light.

Zarek snarled in pain, clutching his wound. He had never expected such an attack from someone so new to this power. It was a wound unlike any he had received before—inflicted not by a weapon, but by pure, raw energy. The scar burned with the weight of Avon's fury, a reminder of the pain he had caused. Zarek's eyes blazed with rage, his posture shifting as he prepared to retaliate.

But Avon was already prepared. The light around him surged again, ready to strike once more. His body thrummed with energy, his mind focused solely on Zarek and the vengeance that burned inside him. He could feel the power of the Blazer of Light - Illumar filling him, flowing through him like a raging river.

Zarek hissed in frustration, his face contorting with anger. He hadn't expected a mortal to be so strong, to wield such power. He reached out, summoning his own dark energy, preparing to strike back at Avon. But pain pulsed through him, a constant reminder of the wound Avon had given him.

Zarek growled, his eyes flashing with fury. "You'll pay for that," he spat, but his voice was shaky. The pain was too much. His own strength faltered in the face of the Blazer's overwhelming power.

The world around them seemed to bend and twist, the very fabric of reality trembling under the force of their confrontation. The ground beneath Avon's feet cracked, and the walls around him began to crackle with energy. But Zarek wasn't going to wait for another strike. He wasn't stupid. He had been wounded, and if he stayed, he knew the next attack would finish him off.

With a snarl of frustration, Zarek leapt backward, away from Avon, retreating into the night like a shadow fleeing the dawn. His form blurred and vanished, lost to the darkness. The storm outside raged as he disappeared, leaving Avon standing alone in the aftermath of the battle.

The light inside Avon flickered and waned as the power dissipated. The energy that had surged within him now faded, leaving him breathless and trembling. He dropped to his knees, his body drained from the intensity of the attack. His chest heaved, and his head spun from the sheer force of the power that had surged through him.

As the aura around him cleared, Avon found himself looking at the wreckage of the room, the remnants of the battle swirling in the air like dust. The light that had once filled him with such strength now felt like a distant memory. It was gone, and Avon was left with nothing but the weight of his master's death.

He blinked, still dazed from the events. He had done it. He had struck Zarek, left his mark on the dark deity. But at what cost?

Kareal was gone. The world had changed in an instant. Avon had inherited the power of the Blazer of Light, but it had come with a price. His master was dead, and Avon was left to pick up the pieces.

His hands shook as he placed them on the ground, trying to steady himself. The light had awoken inside him, but now he had to figure out what to do with it. How could he go on without Kareal? Without the one person who had believed in him?

The storm outside still howled, as if in mourning for what had been lost. Avon's eyes closed, and for a moment, he let the weight of it all sink in. But when he opened them again, the light within him was still there, burning bright.

"I will finish this," Avon whispered to himself, his voice steady despite the ache in his heart. "I will stop Zarek. I'll make sure my master's sacrifice was not in vain."

And with that, Avon stood, the light inside him flickering but never dimming completely. He had a long road ahead of him, but he knew one thing for certain: He would fight. He would fight for the world, for his master, and for the peace that had been stolen from them all.

Zarek's defeat was just the beginning.