Rise of the Sun God, Vritra’s End

The sky had no stars.

Only flame.

Mountains were glass. Rivers, vapor. The wind was gone burned from the air. And in that unnatural stillness, a single being illuminated the world.

Riser Phenex, risen beyond devilhood, floated above the scorched realm like a living sun incarnate. His wings no longer bore white flames, but radiant tendrils of solar fire that moved like divine banners in the heavens. His body metallic white and gold radiated heat that distorted space itself. Even time seemed reluctant to tick forward.

Below him, in the crater of a dead battlefield, lay the crumbling ruin of the once mighty dragon, Vritra.

His blackened wings hung in shreds.

His scales, once impervious, flaked away with each breath.

Smoke poured from the broken stumps of his horns.

And yet, the dragon roared.

Not in rage.

In desperation.

"Rrrraaaghhhh!!"

It was not just a scream. It was defiance the cry of a dying era.

But it was nothing compared to the sound that followed.

A second roar not from a beast, not from this world erupted from Riser's core. A sound that bent the world.

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

It tore across the globe like a judgment.

Mountains cracked.

Skies split open like fragile glass.

Oceans shuddered.

Forests turned still.

Even the stars seemed to dim in reverence or fear.

Across the Realms

In Heaven

Light flooded every corridor. Angels fell to one knee, some trembling, others praying without understanding why.

Michael clutched his sword with white knuckled grip. "This power it's not infernal. It's not celestial. It's primordial."

Gabriel whispered, "Have we just witnessed the birth of a new God?"

With the Grigori

Azazel dropped his cigar, his hands trembling.

"What the hell is that kid turning into?" he muttered. "That wasn't a roar it was a declaration."

Another part of the underworld, Hades domain

The obsidian walls of the underworld groaned.

Hades' black crown cracked. He rose slowly from his throne, voice barely audible. "That fire it does not belong to this plane. It defies death."

Asgard

Lightning halted mid strike.

Thor turned toward the horizon, Mjolnir humming.

"By the roots of Yggdrasil that isn't fire. It's creation. The sun itself roared."

Mount Olympus

Zeus stood atop the highest peak, every hair on his body raised. His hand trembled on his lightning bolt.

"He is no longer a devil no longer even a god. He walks the path of Origin. Of Authority."

Distant Realms

In forests untouched by man, animals fled underground.

In temples buried by time, ancient statues wept blood.

And in the forgotten corners of the world, nameless deities looked skyward and listened.

Vritra's Last Stand

"No" Vritra groaned, struggling to rise, his voice fractured. "You were born a devil. A child. You should not possess such power!"

Riser floated downward, the sky rippling in his wake. His body sheared his mortality and became a colossal Phenex its edge made from condensed flame hotter than stars, its claws forged like celestial ore harvested from collapsed suns.

He spoke, his voice echoing across planes.

"I was born a devil. Raised in flame. Tempered by will."

Riser narrowed his eyes, white and golden fire flaring.

"But I am no longer bound to titles. No longer shackled by what should be."

He extended his wings fully each one spanning the horizon.

"I am Riser Phenex."

Flames danced up his claws.

"I am the Sun that Shines over all."

Vritra roared and launched his final attack a beam of obliteration black fire, void lightning, and ancient corruption.

Riser drew his claws back.

"FINAL DAWN!"

A second sun bloomed in his claws seething, screaming with divine radiance. It blazed so brightly it made the real sun weep with jealousy. With a thrust, Riser launched the sphere.

The beam and the sun collided.

There was no contest.

The corruption was devoured.

The Darkness undone.

The sun unstoppable slammed into Vritra's heart.

The dragon's final cry echoed like a mourning star across the world.

Then silence.

Vritra was gone.

Not slain.

Unmade, completely Incinerated.

No remains. No corpse.

Only light.

"If only you could've withstand my might, I would have made a coat out of you."

The Aftermath

The battlefield was reborn as a valley of glass. Every hill, every stone, melted into smooth, golden crystal. Rivers of radiant lava shimmered beneath.

Riser descended, his divine form condensing.

His phoenix wings folded as he took a human shape still taller, still glowing. His eyes, twin suns. His presence overwhelming.

He stepped onto the field.

His peerage rushed to him, stunned, awestruck.

Merlin his Queen was the first to approach.

She touched his chest, her voice trembling. "Your heart it doesn't beat like a devil's anymore. It's cosmic."

Artoria bowed low. "You are our king. Not just in title but in truth. The Sun god."

Thalia walked forward, her fierce warrior's pride shattered by awe. "You've conquered more than power, Riser. You've conquered fate."

Daryun and Nago ever the stoics just watched there king awestrucked by his presence.

Kaijin approached slowly, his voice choked. "Boss is it really still you?"

Riser looked at him "no" I'm a true Phenex now.

"I will always be Riser," he said softly. "But I now carry the light of something greater."

He closed his eyes.

"I carry all of you."

Throughout the other realms most didn't know what to think

From the highest spires of Heaven to the deepest pits of Helheim, a single name echoed.

The Sun God.

Riser the Transcendent.

The Phenex God.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

In the Norse halls, Odin stared into his well. "A being who breaks the rules or writes new ones."

In Egypt, Ra himself stirred. "A child of fire who flames burn almost like mine."

In Japan, Amaterasu knelt beside her sacred mirror. "He has become a sun that none of us birthed yet all must acknowledge."

In a forgotten cave, an old serpent god hissed, "We are not witnessing evolution but ascension."

As the sun set or perhaps rose again in his eyes Riser looked over the valley, where Vritra once stood.

He spoke quietly, but every god heard it.

"This future belongs not to gods or monsters."

He turned to his people.

"It belongs to those who rise."

His flames ignited again calm now, white, serene.

"My flame will guide it to everlasting glory."

And the world, for the first time in a long time, listened.