Chapter 26: Chaos Reign
"When the doctrine trembles, the divine shatters. I do not walk among the immortals to join them—I walk to erase them."
—Kael Draven
Location: Obsidian Mirror Sect — 9th Immortal Province
The Obsidian Mirror Sect was famed for one thing: perfect reflection. Their temple was a fortress of dark glass, capable of returning any attack, any spell, any fate.
Until Kael arrived.
He walked beneath a sky that shimmered like broken obsidian, eyes calm, hands behind his back. The black robes of his Chaos Authority fluttered without wind. Around him, the air blurred—not from heat, but from contradiction.
As he approached the Mirror Gate, sentries rose with mirrored swords.
"Halt. Name your sect and purpose."
Kael stopped only five paces from the gate.
"I am Kael Draven. I bring no sect. Only revision."
The first sword struck. A flash of silver. The mirror curved, predicting his movement—but Kael didn't move.
The blade hit air.
No, not air. A hole in narrative.
"You're trying to reflect a story that hasn't been written."
He stepped forward. The sword vanished—its wielder forgetting he had ever drawn it. The guard stared at his empty hand, blinking in existential dread.
The gates opened not by surrender—but by confusion.
System Update:
[Chaos Authority Engaged: Narrative Invalidation Field Active]
[Area of Influence: 300 meters | Stability: 92%]
[Hostile Doctrines: Delusion Tier]
Inside the Hall of Echoes
Sect Leader Yan-Mo watched from the Eye of Reflection—a divining mirror forged from a slain prophet's soul.
He saw Kael walking through courtyards untouched by alarms.
"He shouldn't be there. We locked every timeline."
"Master..." a disciple whispered. "What if he was never meant to be read?"
The mirror cracked.
Yan-Mo stood, summoning his Art of Infinite Mirror Steps.
A hundred versions of him blinked into existence, each representing a possible future.
"He will face all of me."
Kael vs. Yan-Mo — The Mirror War
One hundred mirrored Yan-Mos stood in a shifting arena of black glass.
"You fight a hall of futures, Kael Draven. One of me has already killed you."
Kael raised a single hand.
"You misunderstand your own illusion."
"Each of you represents a different outcome. But I am not one possibility. I am the editor of all of them."
He opened his palm.
A scroll unfurled—a Chaos Edit Script glowing with crimson runes.
With a flick, Kael rewrote the arena.
The mirrors reflected not Yan-Mo—but Kael.
"This is what happens when you mirror a god who doesn't believe in symmetry."
The Yan-Mos faltered. One by one, they collapsed into their own reflections, consumed by logical contradiction.
Final Duel — Kael vs. True Yan-Mo
Only the original Yan-Mo remained. Blood trickled from his lips.
"What... are you?"
Kael stepped close. The air cracked behind him, pressure bending time itself.
"You built a sect on reflection. But I offer only one thing: irreversibility."
Kael's aura exploded—Divine Dissonance.
The sect leader dropped to one knee, unable to breathe, his thoughts clashing like rival scriptures.
"You reflect attacks, not intentions. That's why you never saw this coming."
Kael summoned his Writheborne Monarch for a single blow.
A tendril laced with scripture impaled the Mirror Throne.
The temple cracked like a fallen plate.
The Obsidian Mirror shattered.
System Alert:
[Node Corrupted: 5/15 | Obsidian Mirror Sect Erased]
[Aura: +3.1M | Title: Refractionbreaker | Scroll Fragment Obtained]
Aftermath
Kael walked through the burning temple, glass shards hissing around his boots.
A disciple crawled toward him.
"Why... did you attack us...? We never harmed you."
Kael stopped.
"You existed in confidence."
"That alone is an unforgivable lie."
He left nothing behind.