The last stand begins — not for power, but for the soul of the world.
Time had become brittle. The air shimmered with unstable energy as the final hour drew near. The destruction of the Crown of Shadows had not ended the war — it had only ignited the endgame.
Across the fragmented lands, Raizen's allies rallied. Signal fires burned from mountaintops. Ships cut through storm-split seas. Ancient beasts awoke in the deep, and long-lost nations emerged from exile. It was no longer about Raizen alone.
This was everyone's war.
In the heart of the storm, Raizen stood on the cliff's edge of the Shattered Vale — the last frontier before the Void Gates, where the Endbringer waited to devour all of creation. He had no godlike power now. Just his will.
"We win this," he told his crew, "or we become myth."
Around him stood the remnants of a thousand battles:
Elya, bearing the scars of betrayal and redemption.
Kael, his sword bound by oath, no longer by revenge.
Sorai, her eyes glowing with the last embers of the fallen gods.
Even the traitor who had returned in penance, blade lowered.
Enemies had become comrades. Legends walked beside mortals. For the first time, the world stood united — not under a crown, but under a shared hope.
As the skies cracked and the Void Gates began to open, the Endbringer's voice whispered across the cosmos:
"You had your chance… now witness the undoing of all things."
And yet, Raizen stepped forward — one man against eternity — and said:
"Then we'll write a new story……in the ashes of the old."
The horns sounded.The armies moved.The stars began to fall.
This was the final countdown —The war to decide not who ruled the world……but whether it deserved to exist at all.
END OF CHAPTER13