When the Sky Burns, the Earth Bleeds

The heavens screamed.

Above the rift, the war of gods reached its final crescendo.

The End of the Battle Above

Papa Legba stood bloodied but unbowed, his cane glowing with the weight of the veils. Goroth, once the Maw Without End, now knelt in pieces, his monstrous form unraveling beneath the judgment of time and truth. Zhal, the Dreamfire, was no more—devoured by the very flames he once mastered, cast into eternal sleep by Legba's final word.

Ogou Feray walked across broken air, dragging Drakhol's severed mane behind him like a banner.

Baron Samedi stood tall, his coat torn and his smile faded, but Ashami—the Mother of Teeth—was gone, her screams swallowed by silence and shadow.

Erzulie Freda and Je Rouj descended together, their clothes torn but divine radiance brighter than ever, Skurak's whispers silenced.

Maman Brigitte carried Yuthri's plague-ridden tongue in her hand. She crushed it in her palm. Salt and fire wept from her fingers.

The last Beast God fell.

And the sky, for the first time in days, began to close.

But the War Wasn't Over

On the ground, the rifts still bled.

Zion stood among the soldiers—spear in hand, eyes full of war. The divine had finished their part.

Now came the war of men and monsters, of tribes and spirits, of loyalty and betrayal.

The final tide surged—a massive, coordinated swarm of beasts and corrupted warriors that had slipped through while the gods were distracted. They had names. Faces. Once, they were people too.

But now they served the hunger of the Beast World.

The Mortal War Begins

Zion shouted, "Form up!"

Ayomi raised the dead. Ayola carved runes into the earth.

Thalia and Seal moved like twin storms—one sword, one staff.

Elis stood behind, channeling Maman Brigitte's rage in silence.

The subordinate tribes arrived, scattered but committed.

Some people ran. Many stayed.

The battle stretched into fields, into hills, into the bones of the old world.

And still, they fought.

The Gods Return in Silence

None of the gods descended. They watched now, silent sentinels above, veiled in divine stillness. Their war was over—but their judgment hovered in the air.

Zion raised his fist.

"This land is ours. This fight is ours."

"No more beasts. No more gods.