The Fallen Sun

Chapter 7: The Fallen Sun

The air was heavy with fear. Screams echoed across the village of Velmora as Lord Tyran, the Sun God, unleashed his wrath. His body now engulfed in flames, his golden eyes burned with fury. There was no trace left of the calm and composed leader—he had become a monster.

 Tyran now stormed through the crowd, grabbing helpless villagers and burning their faces with his searing hands. Some he threw to the ground like ragdolls, their screams fading into silence.

As he raised his hand to scorch another man, a wave of cold wind swept across the square. The flames around Tyran's hand hissed and died. The villager fell to the ground and ran.

Standing behind Tyran was Sarina—the Moon Goddess. Her silver eyes narrowed as she stepped forward.

"Tyran," she said, her voice firm yet sorrowful, "I never thought you would fall this low\... killing innocents just to protect a lie."

Tyran scoffed. "Don't give me lectures, Sarina. These people were never going to understand us. Let them burn. Come with me—we can rebuild elsewhere."

Sarina shook her head slowly. "No. I won't be part of this madness anymore. You've sacrificed too many children for your so-called balance."

A flicker of pain crossed her face—a vision flashing in her mind: a child being taken away in the dead of night. A child she once held close.

"Then I'll kill you too," Tyran growled. "And give your powers to our daughter."

Sarina took a deep breath and looked to the sky.

"Then I have no choice."

Raising her arms, she whispered: "Moon's Wrath."

The skies darkened. Thunder rumbled. The Earth beneath them trembled violently. Buildings crumbled as a celestial shift began.

The moon slowly rose into the daytime sky, shining silver light beside the sun. Tyran tried to charge, but Sarina vanished in a blink, soaring into the heavens. Tyran stumbled—his fire dimming.

"W-What... what's happening? Why are my powers fading?"

Suddenly, Sarina reappeared, her form now divine. Her skin glowed with pale blue light. Her hair shimmered with tiny shards of ice falling like snowflakes. In her hand, she held a celestial double-bow, Pelesis.

Her eyes—once warm—now glistened like frozen mirrors.

The battle had begun.

Tyran summoned molten lava from beneath the earth. It exploded toward Sarina, but she dodged gracefully, grabbing Tyran mid-flight and dragging him into the jungle—away from the villagers.

She threw pelesis from her hand, but Tyran melted them with bursts of fire from both hands. He was faster, wilder, more dangerous.

Then, Pelesis vanished.

Tyran froze, eyes scanning for Sarina.

Too late.

She reappeared beside him and slashed his cheek with an icy blade. Blood splattered. Tyran growled, turning to retaliate, but Sarina shot another pelesis from above. It tore into his back, and he screamed.

Her final move? A massive pillar of ice descended from the sky, crushing Tyran beneath it.

Sarina hovered, breath trembling. "Is it... over?"

Cracks formed in the ice. Flames burst out.

Tyran emerged, his entire body ablaze, his skin peeling, yet still alive.

He roared, summoning the sun's fury, incinerating half the forest in moments.

He dashed at Sarina, delivering a hundred rapid punches and a powerful kick that sent her crashing to the ground.

Sarina winced, bleeding. She struggled to rise.

Tyran raised his arm, gathering a beam of sunlight into his palm.

With a roar, he thrust it at her chest.

The ray struck.

Sarina screamed, her body glowing as the heat consumed her from within. Her ice began to melt.

She stumbled back, coughing, trembling.

"I... I won't let this end like this."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Sarina raised her hand, summoning the last of her moonlight.

"Frozen Eclipse!"

A circle of divine ice formed around Tyran, closing in like a halo. It spun faster and faster until it collapsed inward, sealing him inside.

Silence.

Then—Sarina closed her fist.

The barrier shattered, erasing Tyran entirely but not his powers.

His fire was gone. His presence—vanished.

Sarina collapsed.

Her divine glow faded. Her skin returned to its mortal form. She was pale, weak, but alive.

Using all her strength, she rose slowly and began walking back to the village, one step at a time.

The sun god was gone.

Only the soft silver of the moon remained.

—End of Chapter 7: The Fallen Sun