Chapter 34: The Laws Will Bleed
"You sent armies to kill a myth. But what returns from legend... is a massacre."
—Kael Draven
Location: Rift Battlefield — Edge of Obscurithron
The ground cracked from pressure before Kael even arrived.
A thunderclap without a storm. A tremor without cause.
From the sky, he descended slowly—arms folded, cloak billowing, eyes narrowed. His aura alone erased light. When his foot touched the battlefield, ten thousand men froze.
"Which of you will die first? Or shall I write your endings in unison?"
Before him stood a grand alliance: Heaven's Enforcers, the Tribunal Wraiths, memory-forged assassins, and mercenary sects from ten fractured layers.
They had numbers. They had conviction.
They did not have a Kael.
Kael raised his hand.
The sky ignited.
From the firmament, cursed scrolls descended in fiery rain, each etched with divine ink and his intent. Where they landed, reality warped, scripting his will into the laws of the battlefield.
Men screamed.
A hundred warriors were erased in a breath—not killed. Erased.
"If history cannot remember you... neither can I."
A cavalry charge met him head-on.
He snapped his fingers.
Their horses forgot how to stand.
The riders collapsed mid-swing, buried under their own momentum.
Kael stepped forward. The earth recoiled.
Behind Kael, ink-black energy coalesced into an armored titan of shifting glyphs and arcane limbs. The Writheborne Colossus, formed from rewritten causality, stood like a cursed monument to forbidden power.
In its hands: the Scriptureblade, pulsing with narrative distortion.
Kael raised his finger.
The Colossus mirrored him.
Then it moved.
One sweep of its blade split the air into chapters. Entire squads evaporated in paragraphs of pain. The survivors stared as their comrades crumbled into loose lines of existence, dispersed like shredded pages.
Kael leapt into the sky.
Gasps echoed across the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers craned their necks upward, dread coiling in their throats as if gravity itself had betrayed them.
His cloak flared open, revealing his full Rewrite Emblem—a sigil burning with power beyond comprehension.
He landed in the center of a war phalanx.
Five hundred men.
"You'll fall the same. But each for a different reason."
They charged.
Kael vanished.
One appeared headless.
Another stabbed his own commander—his orders rewritten.
Three more froze as fire shaped like crows erupted from Kael's fingers and entered their eyes.
"Don't blink. I might make you forget who you are."
He weaved through the army like a dancer with a pen—each movement a death. His Reality Lash wrapped around throats, snapping necks with rhythmic cracks. The battlefield was not painted red—it was inked black.
A Heaven's Enforcer activated Chrono Commandment—a relic that reversed a second of time.
Kael smiled.
"You just played back the moment I rewrote your death."
The Enforcer disintegrated. His bones turned into ellipses.
Another general activated a Divine Mirror.
Kael stared into it.
"Reflection? I'm the original manuscript. You're the derivative."
His image stepped out of the mirror.
The general never even screamed.
From a tower above the bloodbath, Lady Vaeloria sighed, her fingers tracing the tattoo on her thigh.
"He edits life like it's a poem in need of violence."
Matron Xhiva, seated beside her, smirked, sipping from a chalice filled with ancient memory.
"He's not a man. He's an overdue correction."
The two matriarchs watched him weave death through ten thousand lines of resistance.
Vaeloria: "Will he save some for us?"
Xhiva: "No. But we'll inherit what's left."
Finale: Celestial Decree Denied
A glowing angel descended with a sword made of judgment.
"You have breached divine law. Prepare for unmaking."
Kael raised his palm.
Activated Veil of the Heretic God.
"Then let me show you what I do to laws."
He rewrote the decree before it was spoken.
The angel's sword turned into a quill.
Its wings vanished.
It dropped to its knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
"You made me remember my sins."
Kael whispered:
"That's chapter one."
And stepped past him, toward the next war.