The first scream did not belong to a man.
It belonged to a god.
And it was not fear—
It was resistance.
For the first time since Ekwensu seized control of the Heavenly Army…
one soldier refused to obey.
The armies of heaven weren't marching.
They were been moved.
Not by command.
Not by loyalty.
But by something deeper than obedience—
New ownership.
The moment Ekwensu touched the Power Realm…
choice became a memory.
Like puppets pulled by a god who hated strings.
One thread snapped.
And in that single break of will, something human returned to the battlefield.
The Heavenly Realm burned.
Golden fire marked the deaths of soldiers who vanished into light as they fell.
Yet tens of thousands remained — more than enough to drown the sky in war.
They had been fed by the Power Realm.
And now they were something else entirely.
What descended upon the gods was no longer an army.
It was a force.
They did not advance in lines.
They pressed in all directions at once—
like a tide.
The heat of battle scorched the firmament. The thunder of impact echoed across dimensions.
And still, Amadioha stood.
stood at the front of the carnage.
Lightning crowned his body.
He did not fight — he annihilated.
He moved like a storm that had forgotten mercy.
One step—
and a soldier vanished.
Another—
and the sky split with thunder.
He did not see allies.
He did not see enemies.
Only targets.
Only destruction.
Only war.
And Justice,no matter the cost.
Bolts of divine thunder ripped through ranks of heavenly soldiers, vaporizing some, hurling others into blazing ruin.
Even the gods were at risk of been stroke by his lightening.
Yet at this intense moment, Agwunsi was there.
Agwunsi moved through the storm, redirecting stray lightning before it could strike allied gods.
Despite empowerment, the heavenly soldiers still fell.
But they did not break.
They kept coming.
Amadioha leapt, kicked one soldier through the air, seized another and flooded him with thunder until his body became a blazing conduit of electricity.
Then he hurled him into an advancing legion.
The detonation was catastrophic.
Not a blast.
A collapse of space.
Smoke swallowed the battlefield.
Even the gods paused.
From within the burning haze…
a figure emerged.
Wounded.
Walking.
The soldier.
The same one who had resisted during the mass heavenly suicides.
The one who had screamed against the chains inside his own mind.
The one who tried to break free.
He had bitten his tongue. Torn at his flesh. Fight his own body.
But Ekwensu's power had been stronger.
His fingers twitched.
Once.
Twice.
The Soldier lunged.
His mutation with the power realm moved him into another level.
Amadioha barely turned before the blow struck.
Thunder faltered.
The storm god fell.
Flat on the floor.
Unconscious.
Silence rippled through the battlefield.
Shock spread across divine faces.
Idemili moved instantly into defense.
Her sacred python, Ideh, surged forward — a living river of muscle and scale.
The serpent struck.
The soldier dropped to one knee, blocking with his forearm.
The snake recoiled and lunged for his head.
He struck the serpent with brutal force.
Bones cracked.
But the python rose again.
"Enough Ideh" Idemili said to Ideh as she had moved to a safe distance.
The python did not retreat.
It attacked again.
The soldier caught its tail.
Smashed its head against the heavenly stone.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The python though weak tried to strike once more.
He seized its jaws.
Pulled.
Tore the sacred creature apart.
Blood splashes on his face .
"My Ideh…"
Idemili collapsed.
Not from injury.
From grief.
The bond between goddess and serpent was older than empires.
In that grief, her guard fell.
The soldier lifted her jingling blades.
She trembled.
Not from fear.
From recognition.
This was death.
Then the soldier looked at her face.
And something inside him broke free.
He heard the voices again.
Chains tightening around his will.
A command not his own.
Kill.
Destroy.
Obey.
His body resisted.
His eyes widened.
His hands shook.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
they stopped obeying.
The invisible chains around his will tightened—
and snapped.
Not fully.
But enough.
Enough for one action.
Enough for one choice.
The Struggle between power and Will.
And this time—
will answered.
The soldier turned the blade.
He hesitated.
For a fraction of a second—
freedom returned.
His eyes cleared.
Not fully.
But enough to choose.
"I… will not…"
The blade trembled.
Then steadied.
And in one final act of defiance—
he drove it through his own skull.
Bone split.
Pale yellow blood flowed.
He did not burn into golden flame.
He died like a human.
The first.
The only.
Silence fell upon heaven.
Even the war paused.
The battlefield felt it.
Not the death—
the choice.
Something ancient shifted.
Something dangerous.
Free will had just wounded. Control...
A question moved through the divine law like a whisper:
Through heaven like a forbidden thought:
When a man chooses his death ,
to defy control…
is it still an abomination?
Is it the right thing?
or is it just freedom?
Idemili wept — for Ideh, for the soldier, for the terrible mercy of choice and for the effect of war.
The remaining gods felt the sacrifice ripple through their essence.
Even the battlefield seemed to bow.
STABILIZING REALM 6.9
Indigo fire erupted.
Ekwensu's power surged — faster now, denser, sharpened.
Twin blasts screamed toward them.
Chi moved.
Not fast.
Not frantic.
Simply correct.
The energy passed where he had been.
Ojadili dodged — barely.
He landed hard, breath breaking.
Chi glanced at him.
"Still alive?"
"…Yes."
"Good. Let's finish this."
He stepped forward.
Indigo flames roared toward him.
He moved through them like a man walking between falling raindrops.
Not speed.
Not strength.
Understanding.
He was not reacting—
he already knew where the attacks would be.
Before they land.
Awareness.
Precision.
Instinct.
As he dodges the golden Indigo force as if it's slow motion as he flexes.
Ekwensu redirected an attack toward Ojadili.
Chi sighed.
"Am I not impressing you enough?"
He turned his palm.
"Ajo."
The indigo blaze reversed course.
With that word , he coded a back -to - sender ritual .
Ekwensu slipped aside.
"As I was saying—"
Ekwensu's fist slammed into Chi's face.
Chi spun, landed, kicked him skyward, and dropped him into the golden Battle field Arena .
Without breaking a sweat , he continues.
"As I was saying… that trick isn't new."
Ojadili almost laughed despite the blood in his mouth.
They advanced together.
Punch.
Impact.
Bone.
Blood burst from Ekwensu's lips.
Again.
and Again.
The warlord crawled across the golden ground.
"How do we defeat him?" Ojadili asked.
Chi considered.
"Well… I think we beat him till the serpent form manifests."
Ojadili didn't understand.
Yet, he blink.
Chi smiled.
Calm. Humble. Unbothered.
Breaking bones like routine work without breaking a sweat.
Ekwensu's Flavid weapon screamed through the air.
Chi senses it just a second early and
Flipped backwards, dodging it.
Ojadili did not.
The impact hurled him across the realm.
Ekwensu seized Chi and drove fists into his ribs — relentless, crushing.
No breath.
No pause.
Indigo power exploded point-blank.
Chi crashed backward.
Elbow.
Jaw crack.
Divine blood spilled.
Ekwensu dragged him into a wall of fractured reality and pummeled him again.
With his heel he kicked him deeper to the walls.
Blows followed without rhythm.
No pause.
No mercy.
Only impact.
Then—
his fist stopped.
Like striking a Diamond .
Chi hardened.
With a flick of his finger against Ekwensu's forehead—
the warlord crashed into the arena with a loud thud .
The Golden Battle arena cracks .
Ekwensu understood.
He was losing.
Ojadili rose.
Water surged — 's power flowing through him.
Refined thunder followed.
The shock weakened Ekwensu at a molecular level.
Not lightning.
Correction.
Ekwensu responded instantly with his little strength left.
Ekwensu's fingers twitched.
Subtle.
Hidden.
Something small dropped into the fractured ground beneath them.
No power.
No glow.
Just intention.
A trap.
Ojadili begin to beat him with heavy blows .
Chi stepped back.
Not retreating.
Observing.
His arms folded loosely as he relaxes down on the merged throne.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"I learn more when I watch," he said calmly.
"Besides… you fight better when you forget I am here."
He tilted his head slightly.
"…and I must admit… this is getting interesting."
The joy of a spectator.
Ekwensu made sure not to move .
Then he suddenly grabs Ojadili hands with his last strength at the moment.
Chi notices and moves once more to help Ojadili.
He crosses the charm.
It hits him immediately from the ground .
Chi tries to rise ,but the
Indigo force formed a divine cage.
The cage snapped shut.
The realm reacted.
Chi did not.
Not force.
Not weight.
Concept.
The cage did not hold his body—
it denied his movement.
Not by choice.
The cage pulsed once—
and reality itself agreed to hold him.
It's Energy as old and powerful with time ,that connects the Three slammed him to the ground.
Pinned.
Immovable.
Ekwensu's smile returned.
"That," he said softly, "is why I am Ekwensu."
He turned to Ojadili.
"I only need to kill you."
Ojadili felt it instantly.
The balance had shifted.
Badly.
Ojadili struck.
Fire.
Thunder.
Too late.
Ekwensu seized him and drove him into the fractured ground.
Reality split.
The crack widened.
Chi strained against the cage.
With all his might and power and understanding.
Yet the cage hold.
It's Divine energy even tore his arms.
Chi heartbeat increased as he wasn't sure if Ojadili will get a chance alone with Ekwensu.
Chi felt like praying.
For this war lies on Ojadili survival as he is the only one that can crush the serpent.
Ekwensu leaned close to Ojad
ili.
He held him by the throat.
" Without Chi… you are mortal enough."
He hurled him through the fracture.
Chi reached.
The cage burned brighter.
Ekwensu pushes Ojadili down both falls from the crack floor in the stabilizing Realm and they land towards Earth once more.
Ekwensu aim was to prevent any other intervention as he kills Ojadili.
Who had been prophesied to stop his reign .
Unchallenged.
Ekwensu dragged him down.
Out of the stabilizing realm.
Out of protection.
Back toward the world of men.
No gods followed.
No heavens opened.
No salvation came.
Only silence.
And the sound of a falling man—
about to face a god alone.