The sky burned crimson.
Ash fell like snow over the ruined citadel as the screams of dragons and humans blended into one endless symphony of chaos. The once-proud banners of the Empire were torn apart by lightning, and in their place — the black sigil of the Broken Crown blazed across the heavens.
Rayzen stood at the center of the battlefield, his cloak in tatters, eyes glowing with both lightning and golden flame.
The Divine Blood he absorbed was still boiling within him — alive, defiant, whispering in tongues no mortal should hear.
"Daemonos…" he rasped, his voice trembling under the weight of power.
"If I lose control again… stop me."
The dragon spirit within him answered — its voice deep as thunder, calm yet ancient.
"You can't lose what you never had control of, Rayzen.
You are the storm. The question is — who will survive it?"
A low chuckle escaped Rayzen's lips. Even now, on the edge of death and madness, he smiled.
⚔️ The Rise of the Celestial Enforcers
A dozen beams of divine light tore open the clouds.
From them descended beings draped in white armor, halos burning like suns — the Celestial Enforcers, creations of the god-king himself. Their wings shimmered like shards of starlight, and each carried a blade forged from the will of Heaven.
The leading Enforcer spoke — its voice neither male nor female, cold and absolute.
"Rayzen Veyr, vessel of the Primordial Storm.
You carry a sin older than the sky itself.
Kneel… or be erased."
Rayzen tilted his head, smirking.
"You'll have to erase the entire world with me, then."
He lifted his hand — lightning gathered.
But this time it wasn't ordinary lightning.
Each spark carried the memory of a dragon slain by the Empire.
Each flash whispered names — Aurion, Vexra, Kalthis, Solara…
The souls of dragons were with him.
Daemonos' shadow expanded behind him — vast wings blotting out the light. The Enforcers hesitated for the first time.
Then they attacked.
🌩 The Battle of Heaven and Storm
The first Enforcer lunged — Rayzen parried its divine blade with his bare hand. Sparks erupted, slicing the air like glass.
A second came from above, wings blinding — but Seraph's crimson flame countered, melting its halo into molten gold.
Lyra (the Lunar Dragon girl) dove from the skies, her chains finally shattered. She unleashed waves of lunar fire, striking through three Enforcers in one motion.
"Rayzen! The Divine Blood is destabilizing your aura—!" she shouted.
He turned, lightning burning from his eyes.
"I know! But I need it to face them!"
A celestial blade pierced his chest — glowing white-hot.
He didn't fall.
He grabbed the blade's hilt, pulled it out, and the wound closed in seconds — divine blood and storm merging into something new. Something terrifying.
Daemonos' roar echoed through the void —
and suddenly, Rayzen's entire body cracked like thunder glass.
[SYSTEM WARNING: Host entering Transcendent Fusion State.]
[Stability: 42%... 31%... 18%...]
His heart beat once —
and the battlefield stopped moving.
Lightning froze midair. Time itself shuddered.
He had touched Celestial Speed, a power reserved for gods.
Rayzen appeared behind the leading Enforcer — whispered:
"Tell your god I'm coming."
And with one motion —
he shattered its divine core.
🔥 The Voice of the God-King
The sky tore open.
A colossal golden eye appeared in the clouds — an eye that saw everything, from mortal sin to divine rebellion.
"So… the vessel awakens,"
the voice thundered across realms.
"You carry my blood, thief of fate.
Do you think you can challenge the throne that birthed your kind?"
Rayzen's body trembled, blood dripping from his fingertips.
"If your throne stands on the bones of dragons…
then yes. I'll burn it down."
The golden eye narrowed — its light intensified.
"Then let this world be your pyre."
From the heavens descended a single drop of divine fire —
but when it struck the earth, it became an inferno that devoured cities.
The Skyfall Judgment had begun.
Daemonos roared, wings spreading across miles of storm.
Rayzen raised his hand, channeling every fragment of lightning within his veins.
"Daemonos! With me!"
The storm and the dragon merged into one —
a being of blinding energy, half-human, half-dragon — wings forged of voidlight, eyes burning with two souls.
[SYSTEM: Etherstorm Fusion — Phase II Activated]
Power Output: 2000%
Entity Type: Transcendent Hybrid]
The Enforcers screamed as their halos shattered under the surge of chaos energy.
Rayzen lifted his gaze to the golden eye — voice trembling, yet defiant.
"You call me thief of fate…
But I am the one who writes it."
He pointed his blade at the sky —
and lightning rose upward, striking heaven itself.
The golden eye blinked — the heavens trembled — and for the first time in eons…
a god bled.
🌙 Aftermath — The Sky in Ruins
When the light faded, half the empire was gone.
The storm had subsided, leaving silence in its wake.
Rayzen fell to one knee, breathing hard. His power was fading, the divine blood consuming his cells like wildfire.
Lyra rushed to him, catching him before he collapsed.
"You're… alive," she whispered.
He smiled weakly.
"Barely. But if Heaven can bleed… it means it can fall."
Daemonos' spirit appeared behind him, wings cracked but glowing.
"You've made the gods remember fear.
Now… prepare for their wrath."
Rayzen looked to the shattered horizon —
and in the distance, the first Divine Army began to descend.
"Then let them come," he said softly.
"The storm isn't over yet."