Chapter-13 : The Reckoning of Gods – The Banquet’s Demise

The titans and cosmic beings make their stand. The massacre begins.

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The Banquet's Transformation – A Slaughterhouse of Divinity

The banquet was no longer a battlefield.

It was a slaughterhouse.

A grotesque cathedral of betrayal, where gods were dragged into the void like whimpering dogs, gnashing at each other's throats for scraps of power.

The once-glorious realm—adorned with divine marble spires and celestial arches—was now nothing more than splintered bone and blackened ichor.

The sacred ground, once adorned with celestial grandeur, was now a bed of twisted corpses, drenched in the blood of immortals.

The earth itself quivered with madness, jagged tendrils of reality splintering into anguished faces—mocking, weeping, and screaming silently.

The fabric of existence fractured and bled, its seams torn apart by the sheer weight of the divine carnage.

And in the heart of it all, Thrust stood.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Until he wasn't.

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The Titans and Cosmic Warlords – The False Hope of Defiance

The slaughter should have dissuaded them.

The sight of gods—reduced to screaming carrion—should have stayed their hand.

But it didn't.

The titans and cosmic warlords chose defiance.

Not out of courage.

But out of desperation.

They descended from the remnants of fractured realms and bleeding stars, their colossal forms shattering the void with every step.

Their presence alone rippled reality, bending the banquet realm with the gravity of their power.

The void itself buckled beneath their weight.

There were four of them—the last of their kind—behemoths of creation and destruction, wielders of astral annihilation, beings feared even by divine pantheons.

Xal'Roth, The Abyss Reaver – a colossal titan wreathed in obsidian flames, his body carved from the bones of devoured gods. His limbs dripped with ichor, his eyes void-black pools that reflected the misery of the devoured.

Veyrith, The Time Scourge – a cosmic warlord composed of molten stars and fractured timelines. The shattered remnants of past realities orbited his form, flickering with the screams of extinguished civilizations.

Kaelos, The Rift Sovereign – an astral horror with wings forged from black holes and a voice that shattered dimensions. His eyes bled galaxies, and his talons dripped with the remnants of sundered realities.

Zhoran, The Ruin Colossus – a monolithic titan sculpted from dying universes, his form rippling with countless dimensions unraveling within him. His fists were twin singularities, crushing entire star systems with a mere clench.

They towered over Thrust—colossal and magnificent—their mere presence warping the banquet realm into a spiraling maelstrom of screaming space.

Gods who had once ruled divine kingdoms staggered back in awe, trembling at the sight of the four apocalyptic titans.

But Thrust didn't move.

He didn't tremble.

He smirked.

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The Clash – Thrust Against the Four

Xal'Roth struck first.

The Abyss Reaver's flaming arm of bone and blackened godflesh came crashing down, shattering the banquet floor beneath it.

The impact ripped through space itself, reducing entire constellations to ash.

The gods scattered, their forms vaporized by the mere shockwave.

But Thrust was already gone.

He appeared above Xal'Roth, his sphere spinning violently in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it forward.

The blackened void howled as it carved through the titan's shoulder, splintering through divine bone and cosmic sinew.

Xal'Roth staggered, his obsidian blood spraying into the void.

But Thrust was already moving.

Before the titan could recover, he drove his fist into the wound, his gauntleted hand plunging into the titan's shoulder.

Xal'Roth roared as divine ichor splattered the battlefield.

Without hesitation, Veyrith struck.

The Time Scourge's arm splintered into countless timelines, creating a thousand overlapping strikes.

Each fist was a fragment of temporal destruction—a blow from countless realities striking at once.

Past. Present. Future.

All collapsing onto Thrust.

But he didn't stagger.

He didn't fall.

He grinned.

Thrust's sphere returned to his hand and, in a single motion, he swung it in a full arc, cleaving through Veyrith's fractured reality.

The warlord's multiple temporal forms disintegrated—shattered into formless dust.

The timelines collapsed into one singular, bloodied form, and Veyrith screamed as Thrust's sphere ripped through his chest, leaving a gaping void of nothingness.

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Kaelos' Descent – The Wings of Black Holes

Kaelos descended next, his wings of black holes expanding wide, drawing in entire fragments of space.

The banquet realm bent toward him, galaxies spiraling into his gravity, collapsing in on themselves.

The gods who dared to flee were sucked into his wings, reduced to singularities.

Kaelos' voice rang out—a guttural roar that shattered dimensions.

"Fall, mortal insect. You are nothing before creation itself!"

But Thrust grinned wider.

His eyes gleamed with derision.

And he leapt into the black holes.

The gods stared in disbelief.

The cosmic beings faltered.

For what being leapt into destruction willingly?

And then, Kaelos screamed.

The sphere emerged from the void, drilling into the heart of Kaelos' chest.

Thrust, moving faster than light, emerged behind him, the sphere's annihilation radius trailing through the titan's torso.

The titan's body splintered, entire black holes spilling from the wound.

Kaelos staggered, his chest collapsing in on itself, his own gravity devouring his form.

The celestial black hole that once composed him imploded, folding inward.

Kaelos' screeching form was crushed into a singularity, never to exist again.

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Zhoran's Stand – The Final Defiance

Zhoran was the last.

The Ruin Colossus—the greatest of them all—stood alone, his singularity fists trembling with raw fury.

His body bled entire dimensions, crackling with decaying realities.

Entire realms erupted from his steps, consumed by the weight of his power.

He lunged.

His fist—a collapsing universe—slammed into Thrust.

The force fractured the banquet realm, splitting entire planes of existence.

The gods fled in terror, the mere impact erasing them from reality.

But Thrust didn't move.

He didn't flinch.

He only smiled.

With a sudden burst of speed, Thrust drove his hand into Zhoran's chest, plunging it into the titan's core.

The titan howled, staggering back.

But Thrust didn't stop.

He drove the sphere into the titan's chest, its blackened edges spinning violently.

Zhoran's eyes widened in terror.

He felt his essence splintering.

His entire being—the sum of countless realities—collapsed into the void.

The titan let out one final, guttural roar.

And then, he was gone.

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The Aftermath – The Hollow's Wrath

The titans were no more.

Their names, once feared by entire pantheons, were now nothing but formless echoes.

Their power, once beyond comprehension, was now ashes in the void.

And then, Hollow appeared.

Without a sound.

Without a presence.

He simply was.

With a mere thought, everything collapsed.

The void itself shuddered.

And the massacre was over.

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The Celestials' Gaze – Recognition of Rivals

Far beyond the banquet's ruins, the Celestials watched.

The beings above gods and titans.

And they smiled.

For they finally saw something worthy.

Thrust and Hollow were no longer mortals.

No longer gods.

They were rivals.

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Zepxaris' Throne – The New Era

And from his throne, Zepxaris smiled.

For he knew.

The gods were nothing.

The titans were nothing.

Only Thrust and Hollow remained.

And the new era had begun.

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*END OF CHAPTER*