The Awakening of the God of Wrath

After the Pasta Uprising, Kaelen thought—hoped—that maybe, just maybe, things would calm down.

He was so wrong.

Because something far worse than rebellious spaghetti was about to awaken.

And this time, it wasn't a joke.

Step One: The Nightmare

Kaelen rarely dreamed.

But tonight, he was plunged into a vision so real, it felt like the world was shattering around him.

He stood in a burning wasteland, the sky crimson and cracked like shattered glass.

Lightning flashed, and the air smelled of ash and blood.

In the distance, a colossal figure stood atop a mountain of bones, his body wreathed in black flames.

Kaelen knew that figure.

Everyone knew him.

Avarion, The God of Wrath.

The one god that had been sealed away eons ago, too dangerous to be left free.

His voice was like thunder crashing through reality:

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE WHAT IS COMING, GOD-KING."

Kaelen felt his godly power shudder in response.

This wasn't like Breadtopia.

This wasn't spaghetti nonsense.

This was real.

Avarion lifted his burning blade toward Kaelen.

"I RISE AGAIN."

Then the vision shattered.

Step Two: The Signs of Doom

Kaelen woke up gasping, drenched in sweat.

Lyria, Thorne, and Umbra were already in his room, looking concerned.

"…You saw it too, didn't you?" Thorne asked quietly.

Kaelen nodded.

Umbra frowned. "The sky outside has been… wrong."

Kaelen threw open the curtains.

The moon was red.

The stars were shifting unnaturally.

Lyria muttered, "…That's not good."

A deafening explosion suddenly shook the castle.

A guard stumbled in, panicked. "YOUR MAJESTY! THE GRAVE OF GODS HAS BEEN BREACHED!"

Kaelen's heart dropped.

Step Three: The Rise of Avarion

The Grave of Gods was an ancient, sealed realm, deep beneath the mountains.

It was where the gods who were too dangerous to exist were locked away forever.

Avarion had been sealed there for ten thousand years.

And now, he was free.

Kaelen and his team rushed to the battlements, looking out toward the distant mountains.

The sky above them split open, black lightning crashing down as a massive shockwave rippled through reality.

Then—

BOOM.

The mountain exploded.

A towering figure stepped from the smoke and fire.

His armor was black as the void, lined with crimson runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.

His eyes burned like dying stars.

And in his hand, he held a colossal, cursed greatsword, wreathed in eternal flames.

Avarion had returned.

He raised his sword toward the sky.

"I HAVE SLEPT FOR TEN MILLENNIA."

The earth shook.

"AND NOW, I SHALL BURN THE WORLD CLEAN."

Kaelen felt his divine power roar to life.

This was it.

No more food-based nonsense.

No more dumb magical mistakes.

No more jokes.

This was war.

And Kaelen would win.

TO BE CONTINUED…