The Celestial Fall
After Ouranus sent them back to their original dimension, he stayed behind—alone. Waiting.
He could already hear the guards fighting outside. He knew… they wouldn't have the strength to hold back what was coming.
The door opened.
Vaelen stepped in.
And Vaelen said,
"Finally. Something worth fighting."
Ouranus laughed. No fear in his voice. Only power.
Both men's auras clashed instantly—the room went wild. Cracks in the sky, light pulsing off the walls.
Ouranus raised his hand, power building like a storm.
"I dare say—ascend yourself.
Spread your wings wide enough to engulf your own shadow.
I dare say—rise and roar out your wrath.
Let the sky rise upon the earth.
Within, without—may galaxies turn above the celestial horizon.
This… is my domain.
Constellation of Dragon."
The pressure hit Vaelen like thunder. But he didn't flinch.
His eyes burned cold. "Okay. Since you chose your game…
Shall we play then?"
The dimension trembled.
They went hand to hand.
Aura for aura.
The sky was crying.
Nobody could describe what really happened there.
But it was beyond ordinary.
It was god against god.
When it ended, both were wrecked.
Vaelen was bleeding.
Ouranus—his hand was gone, body trembling, blood pooling beneath him.
Believe it or not…
Only a tier god can make a tier god bleed.
Vaelen could feel it—his power draining like it always does after destroying a dimension.
He had to end this.
Some guards tried to carry Ouranus away. Broken. Limp.
But Vaelen stepped forward, voice cold:
"I can't blame you for running when overwhelmed.
Adrenaline plays its little game to keep you alive.
But tell me—can you truly run from me?
I'm not a god, but I see through you,
Ouranus."
Then—he drove his hand into Ouranus' chest.
Tore out his heart like it was nothing.
Silence.
Even the guards were speechless.
Vaelen didn't say another word.
Didn't spare a glance.
He walked away.
Opened a door—his own dimension behind it.
And the realm shattered.
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Far away—back in the tomb—Mira and Lucien felt it.
They stepped outside just in time to see the sky fall apart.
Stars rained down like shattered glass.
La pluie des étoiles.
And thunder cracked above their heads.
It started to rain.
Like the sky was mourning.
Jonas looked up. "I don't know what just happened… but that's not good, right?"
Lucien didn't answer right away.
She closed her eyes. Felt the weight of it.
"He died to protect us."