Strongest Human: Revik

The battlefield was collapsing.

The sky above the Veil pulsed with raw energy, the tear widening, cracks of violet lightning ripping through the void. 

The very fabric of this realm was unraveling. And in its center, something stirred.

A shadow, massive and ancient, shifted beyond the storm. The leader of the Wraithborns.

Revik tightened his fists. Aether surged through his veins, raw and untamed. He could feel the pressure building, the strain on his body, but it didn't matter. Not anymore.

This was the end.

"Revik! We need to fall back!" Karis shouted, her voice barely cutting through the chaos.

Revik didn't move. His violet eyes stayed locked on the pulsing tear above, watching as the massive figure within took shape.

 A monstrous form, shifting between flesh and mist, its presence bending reality itself.

The Wraithborn's leader had finally arrived.

The battlefield fell silent, as if the Veil itself was holding its breath. 

The lesser creatures stopped their attacks, their blackened eyes fixed on their master. Even the storm above seemed to pause, waiting.

Then, the voice came.

"You wield stolen power, mortal."

The words didn't come from the creature's mouth—no, they came from everywhere. A whisper, a growl, a command. It echoed inside Revik's skull, ancient and unyielding.

"Your kind was never meant to touch the Aether."

Revik exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "And yet, here we are."

The Wraithborn lord tilted its head, eyes burning like dying stars. Then, it moved.

A single step.

A shockwave tore through the battlefield. The air shattered, sending warriors—both human and beast—flying like ragdolls. Towers collapsed. The ground cracked, swallowing entire platoons.

Revik remained standing.

Karis crashed beside him, coughing, blood dripping from her temple. "Revik, this is insane! You can't fight that thing alone!"

Revik turned to her, and for the first time in years, he smiled. "I was always going to die here."

Karis's breath hitched. "No. Don't do this."

Revik gently touched her face, his thumb brushing away the blood on her cheek. "You have to go."

She shook her head furiously, gripping his arm. "I won't leave you."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "You have to."

Karis trembled. "Why?"

Revik pulled back slightly, his violet eyes locking onto hers. Then, softly, he whispered:

"Because you have to take care of the baby."

Her breath caught. For a moment, everything else faded—the battlefield, the storm, the approaching nightmare. It was just them.

Revik kissed her.

It was brief, desperate, final. He poured everything into that moment—his love, his regrets, his unspoken words. When he pulled away, Karis was crying.

"I love you," she whispered.

Revik rested his forehead against hers once more. "I love you too."

Then, he turned away.

Revik took a step forward, the Aether inside him roaring to life. The ground beneath his feet cracked, glowing with violet light. His body burned, but he ignored it.

This was his final stand.

The Wraithborn lord sensed it. It let out a distorted snarl, mist coiling around its towering form.

"You would sacrifice yourself?"

Revik rolled his neck. "Not for you. For them."

He took another step. The Veil trembled.

The lesser Wraithborns screeched, lunging at him in a last-ditch effort to stop him. But they were too late.

Revik exploded forward.

He moved faster than the eye could follow, a blur of violet light. His fist met the first Wraithborn's chest—it didn't just cave in, it erased it from existence. 

He tore through the battlefield, every strike a cataclysm, every movement reshaping the land.

Aether flooded his body, too much, too fast. His veins burned, his muscles shredded, but he kept going.

The Wraithborn lord roared, a tidal wave of darkness rushing toward him.

Revik met it head-on.

He punched straight through the abyss, shattering reality itself.

The Veil screamed.

The Wraithborn lord recoiled, its form flickering, unstable.

Revik didn't stop. He summoned everything—every last drop of Aether within him. His body cracked, fractures of violet light racing across his skin.

Karis's voice echoed behind him. "Revik, please—!"

He looked back one last time. She was still there, tears streaming down her face.

Revik smiled.

Then, he let go.

The Aether inside him detonated.

A supernova of violet energy erupted from his body, expanding outward in a shockwave that consumed everything in its path.

The battlefield vanished. The Wraithborns were obliterated. The pulsing Veil, the monstrous rift in reality—gone.

For a brief moment, the world was silent.

Then, everything collapsed.

When Karis awoke, the battlefield was no more.

The Veil had receded, its presence weaker, its grasp loosened. The sky was clear for the first time in centuries.

But Revik was gone.

She staggered to her feet, clutching her stomach, feeling the faint pulse of life within.

She looked toward the horizon, where the last remnants of violet light faded into nothingness.

And she whispered his name.

"…Revik."