The Chains of Fate

The air crackled with raw energy, the battlefield trembling beneath the weight of two unstoppable forces.

Aaron's golden-black aura flared around him like a raging storm, his body still aching from the countless wounds he had taken. But none of that mattered. His power had awakened—fully, completely.

Across from him, the Crimson Saint stood tall, her divine armor fractured, silver hair flowing in the wind. Blood—golden, divine blood—dripped from her lips, but her grip on her blade did not waver.

Neither of them spoke.

This was it.

The final moment.

The clash that would decide everything.

A Battle Beyond Mortals

BOOM!

They moved at the same time, their figures blurring through space.

The Saint's sword sang through the air, divine light trailing in its wake. Aaron countered with a surging wave of destruction, his golden-black energy colliding against her divine aura like two galaxies crashing together.

The force of their strikes shook the heavens.

Aaron twisted, dodging a deadly slash by a hair's breadth. His fist lashed out—but she was already gone.

A flash of red Pain.

Her blade tore through his side, but Aaron didn't stop. He turned with the momentum, driving his elbow into her chestplate with monstrous force.

CRACK!

Her armor splintered further, divine ichor splattering the ground. But she did not fall.

She retaliated instantly, a spinning slash aimed for Aaron's neck—

But he caught the blade.

The Breaking Point

A shockwave erupted from the impact.

Aaron's fingers wrapped around the burning divine steel, his golden-black energy fusing with it, corrupting it.

For the first time—the Crimson Saint's eyes widened.

Aaron grinned. "Not so untouchable anymore, huh?"

She twisted, wrenching her sword free, but Aaron was already moving.

His palm struck her chest—hard. A golden-black rune ignited, spreading across her armor like cracks in reality itself.

She gasped.

Her divine power—was being drained.

Aaron clenched his fist. "Looks like even gods can bleed."

But the Saint only smirked.

"You misunderstand, Aaron Vale."

Before he could react, her power surged.

The rune shattered, her divine aura exploding outward in a blinding wave. The force sent Aaron flying backward, crashing through the remnants of a fallen temple.

Pain lanced through his body. He coughed, blood splattering the cracked stone beneath him.

But he forced himself up.

He wasn't done yet.

The Truth Revealed

The Saint approached, her breathing heavy, but her golden eyes still fierce.

"You are strong," she admitted. "Stronger than any mortal has the right to be."

Aaron wiped the blood from his mouth. "Yeah? Well, I don't exactly follow 'mortal rules.'"

She didn't laugh. Instead, she pointed her blade at him.

"But do you know why?"

Aaron frowned. "What?"

"You fight as if you are defying fate itself," she said, stepping closer. "But you never once asked why you were given this power."

Aaron's heart pounded.

Something about her words… unsettled him.

"The First Godslayer's power did not come to you by accident," she continued. "You were chosen."

Aaron's fists clenched. "Chosen? By who?"

The Saint's expression darkened.

"By the one who set all of this in motion."

A cold chill ran down Aaron's spine. He had always believed his power came from his own will—his own struggle. But if someone chose him…

Who was truly in control?

The Saint raised her sword. "You want the truth?"

She lunged.

"Then survive!"

The Chains of Fate—Shattered

The battle resumed, fiercer than ever.

Their movements blurred, their attacks tearing through the fabric of reality itself. Each strike carried the weight of destiny, the will of something far greater than either of them.

Aaron felt it—the invisible chains binding him.

The fate that had brought him here.

But he refused to be controlled.

He would forge his own path.

With a roar, his golden-black aura flared brighter than ever. His power surged beyond limits, beyond fate itself.

And for the first time The Crimson Saint faltered.

Aaron's next strike broke through her guard. His fist slammed into her chest, sending her crashing to the ground.

The battlefield fell silent.

Aaron stood over her, his breath heavy, his power raging.

But the Saint…

She only smiled.

"You truly are something else," she whispered. "Perhaps… you really can break fate."

Aaron narrowed his eyes. "Damn right I can."

And with that The Crimson Saint closed her eyes.

And the battle was over.