The heavens were not empty — they were watching.
As the Nadir Wing pierced through the Eye of Oblivion, reality bent inward. Raizen and his remaining crew stepped into a realm outside of time, a vast, cold expanse of obsidian sky and gleaming constellations — each one pulsing like the heartbeat of a forgotten god.
There, they waited.
The Architects. The true gods.
They appeared not as men, nor beasts — but as shifting forms of light, shadow, flame, and void, each voice echoing from a different dimension.
"You have come far, Raizen," one intoned, faceless and infinite."But you walk paths not meant for mortals."
"Then why did you leave the door open?" Raizen asked.
The gods revealed the truth: the Crown of Shadows was never meant to rule or destroy — it was a seal, forged in desperation during a war against a greater cosmic threat — the Endbringer, an entity born from the first chaos, whose hunger devoured not just worlds, but possibility itself.
"We created the Crown," they said,"to bind what we could not kill.But its power came with a price."
They spoke of the first bearer — a being who tried to control the Crown, and in doing so, fractured the realms.
Ever since, history had become a cycle of puppets and kings — each thinking they were in control, when truly, they were just pieces in the gods' containment strategy.
Raizen listened — then laughed.
"So all of it... every death, every betrayal, every lie... it was just to keep your cage intact?"
The gods did not deny it.
"Order requires sacrifice."
"No," Raizen whispered."You call it order. But I call it fear."
They offered him a choice:
Join them, take their place, and keep the Crown stable.
Or defy them — and risk unleashing the Endbringer fully upon creation.
The crew looked to him. Some begged for caution. Others for rebellion.
Raizen's silence was thunderous.
He turned toward the gods — and raised his blade.
"If the only way to save the world is to become what broke it,then it's not worth saving."
The battle was not one of swords, but of essence.Each god wielded a fundamental force — time, gravity, entropy, thought. Raizen countered with something even more dangerous: will.
One by one, the gods fell.
Their powers weren't stripped — they were absorbed.
Raizen, unwillingly, became what he hated: a vessel not just of the Crown, but of the fallen gods.
The chapter ends with Raizen standing in the hollow remains of the celestial realm, glowing with fractured godlight, eyes burning with power not meant to be held.
And in the distance, the Endbringer stirs, sensing that the final seal has cracked.
END OF CHAPTER10