Hall Of Judgnt, God Realm
Zane floated in open sky, dark mana drifting off him in slow, smoky waves.
Across from him, the seven higher gods of the realm hovered in a loose formation, each surrounded by their own divine aura. Their expressions were controlled, but the pressure rolling off them betrayed their anger.
They were silent outwardly.
Not inwardly.
Within the shared channel of divine thought, their voices clashed.
Sylphara spoke first, her calm tone edged with unease.
Do you have any plan, Thalira? He slaughtered mid-gods and officers like insects. At this point... he’s almost equal to one of us.Do you have any plan, Thalira? He slaughtered mid-gods and officers like insects. At this point... he’s almost equal to one of us.
Thalira’s ntal voice remained composed.
We attack together. That is the safest option.
A flare of heat cut through their link.
Primordius’ presence burned hot with irritation.
No. I’ll kill him alone.
No, Primordius, Thalira replied instantly. We still don’t know the full extent of his power.
Primordius scoffed inside the shared mindspace.
Co on. He can’t be stronger than us. And even if he is, we’re seven. He’s one. The only beings stronger than us are the Three Great Leaders—and a few monsters in other divine realms. You think he’s one of them? Impossible.
There was a pause.
Then Thalira answered, more firmly now.
Then follow my plan.
A shift in attention.
Drakon, she continued, you have the highest stamina and durability among us. You engage first. Wear him down. Once he’s exhausted, the rest of us strike together. We don’t give him space. We don’t give him ti.
Above the broken landscape, the seven gods slowly spread out, forming a loose circle around Zane.
Below them, Zane simply watched.
He could feel it—the way their divine mana shifted, the way their auras aligned, the way their intent sharpened. They were planning. Coordinating. Trying to make this into a proper battle.
He smiled.
"Done whispering?" he asked casually.
The seven higher gods said nothing.
But their auras rose.
Drakon stepped forward first, massive leonine fra flexing, claws extending with a tallic scrape. Golden fur bristled as dense divine mana gathered around him like armor layered over muscle.
Zane tilted his head slightly.
"...Ah," he said, almost pleasantly. "So you picked the tank first."
Drakon stepped forward from the line of seven.
The others remained behind him, silent, watching.
He didn’t rush imdiately. He simply walked until he stood directly in front of Zane, his towering leonine form casting a long shadow over the broken ground.
Golden fur with massive shoulders.
A mane that flowed like a living sun.
Amber slit-eyes fixed on Zane without blinking.
Behind him, the segnted tail—scorpion-like—curved slowly, its stinger glinting with venomous light.
When he spoke, his voice was low. Steady. Certain.
"I don’t know what you are," he said. "But you carry dark mana. That alone makes you an enemy of this realm."
A pause.
His claws flexed once.
"Even if you run... even if you kill ... you will be hunted until you die. Rember that."
He drew in a breath.
"I am Drakon—"
The air tightened.
Then he roared.
ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!
A sound like continents splitting.
The entire god realm trembled.
"I AM THE GOD OF BEASTS."
He moved.
No warning. No flourish.
Just a straight punch.
The fist slamd into Zane’s chest.
A deep, concussive boom rippled outward, cracking the sky beneath them. Zane’s eyes widened a fraction—just a fraction—as the impact drove him backward. His body shot through the air, carving a long trench of shattered terrain before he spun and flipped mid-flight.
He landed, boots skidding across fractured stone, dragging a line before coming to a stop.
Zane straightened.
"...Oh," he murmured.
He rolled one shoulder, almost thoughtfully.
Inside, he asured the force.
Yeah... that’s different.
A high god isn’t the sa as the mid ones. That gap is like Sky and Land.
He exhaled.
Five percent is fine... but I want to enjoy this.
His presence dipped slightly.
Three... maybe four percent.
He looked up again, smirking.
"Well then," he said lightly. "Here cos the new god of strength."
Drakon didn’t respond.
He simply moved again.
This ti his body shifted mid-step. Muscles swelled. Fur thickened. His legs bent into a heavier stance as horns erupted from his brow—bull-like, curved and brutal. Hooves slamd into the ground and rooted instantly.
The terrain cracked outward.
Beast Trait — Bull Aspect
He charged.
The earth behind him exploded in jagged fissures as seismic force rippled ahead of his horns. Zane sidestepped the initial rush, but Drakon’s hooves locked into the ground, anchoring him. A shockwave burst upward from beneath Zane’s feet—spikes of stone erupting in a jagged field.
Zane twisted through them, coat snapping behind him.
"Hmm Interesting," he muttered.
Drakon shifted again.
The horns receded.
His body slimd.
Fur darkened into sleek, star-flecked black.
He vanished.
The space around Zane dimd as a 15-foot sphere of shadow swallowed the area.
Claws tore out from behind.
Beast Trait — Eclipse Cat Phase
Zane leaned back just enough for the claws to skim his coat instead of his throat. He turned, dark mana sliding along his arm like liquid. A short blade of black energy ford and slashed sideways. Drakon phased again, reappearing ten feet away in a crouch.
A low growl rumbled from his chest.
Then wings erupted from his back.
Feathers of divine light spread wide as he launched upward, wind spiraling around him. The air twisted into a cone of compressed gales that slamd downward.
Beast Trait — Zephyr Bird Form
Zane didn’t move imdiately. He let the storm crash into him.
The ground shattered.
Dust exploded outward.
Wind scread across the battlefield.
Then, through the storm, Zane stepped forward.
Dark mana coiled around him in slow ribbons, slicing apart the remaining wind pressure. His eyes tracked Drakon calmly as the beast-god descended again, already shifting.
This ti his body expanded into a massive, shaggy fra. Ice-like veins spread through golden fur. Each step froze the ground beneath him.
Beast Trait — Frost Bear Fra
A colossal paw swung.
Zane caught it.
Not blocked.
Caught.
Dark mana wrapped around his forearm as the impact pushed him back a ter, boots grinding against stone. He twisted his wrist, redirecting the force sideways. Drakon’s own montum pulled him off balance for half a second—just enough for Zane to step in and drive a palm into his ribs with so force.
The hit didn’t tear through.
But it moved him.
Drakon skidded backward, claws digging trenches into the ground. He straightened imdiately, chest rising, eyes sharper now. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t taunting.
He was analyzing.
Zane rolled his neck slowly.
"...You really are interesting...you are like a chira," he said.
Drakon’s tail snapped forward without warning.
The scorpion stinger lashed out, venom glowing at the tip. Zane tilted his head just enough for it to miss his throat by centiters. His hand ca up, dark mana coating his fingers—and for the first ti, he shifted.
Not fully.
Just a trait.
His forearm hardened, dark energy condensing into a scaled, clawed structure for an instant. He caught the stinger between his fingers. The venom hissed against his mana but couldn’t penetrate.
Zane smiled faintly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I like you."
The clash didn’t stay in one place.
Every exchange between Zane and Drakon tore through the landscape and carried them farther from the citadel. They crossed plains of white crystal, shattered floating landmasses, and tore through layers of golden sky as if distance ant nothing. Each impact sent shockwaves that rippled across the god realm itself.
They fought while moving.
A strike and counter.
Then shift in form.
Drakon adapted constantly, his body changing between traits mid-combat—claws one mont, wings the next, hooves anchoring into terrain that cracked under divine force. Zane t each shift with dark mana flowing like liquid, redirecting, deflecting, striking only when it amused him to do so.
The battlefield kept stretching.
Hundreds of kiloters.
Thousands.
Then far more.
By the ti the dust settled from one particularly violent collision, they were already absurdly far from the Hall of Judgnt—nearly three hundred thousand kiloters away, suspended over a fractured battle torned region of floating continents and broken stone drifting in pale-gold sky.
One after another, flashes of light appeared in the distance.
The other high gods teleported closer, re-forming in the sky as observers rather than participants—for now. They hovered far enough to avoid being caught in the shockwaves, yet near enough to watch every movent.
Primordius crossed his arms, flas licking faintly around his shoulders as he watched the two figures collide again in the distance.
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face.
"...It’s working," he said. "Drakon is doing quite well.If he can keep this maybe he can even kill that bastard.."
Another impact rolled through the void, a low thunder that reached them seconds later.
Thalira didn’t smile.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the battlefield, expression calm but far more focused than before.
"We can’t say that for certain," she replied quietly. "It’s too early to reach a conclusion."
Far away, another burst of force lit the sky.
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