Days has gone by in the land of Aetheris, yet it never stopped shaking in Endless Kingdom.

Ever since Endless had returned to his abyssal throne, withdrawing into his sanctum, the kingdom had been drowned in continuous tremors and violent quakes. The very soil of the land, the jagged mountains of obsidian, and the churning rivers of corrupted mana all screamed as if bearing witness to an unnatural birth. The skies above the Endless Kingdom, once dark but steady, had become a maelstrom of violet lightning and void-flame storms, all swirling toward the black palace where their master had locked himself away.

The Chaos Twins sat atop one of the broken pillars near the palace, their mismatched eyes gazing at the storm.

"Brother… it grows louder, why am I feeling excited for this?" whispered Aron, his lips curling into a grin of anticipation. Selene, who is now draped in her shadowy veil, tilted her head. "Louder… and closer. It is not death that beats from his chambers… it is something else."

Not far from them, Kael Dragonyx stood at the edge of a cracked balcony. Adorned in a crimson cloak which whipped in the violent winds as his eyes narrowed at the black palace. His draconic blood roared within him, his scales itching against his skin. "This storm… it carries no chaos," he muttered. "It carries despair. Something inside him is… breaking. Or birthing."

But Alen, the Dark Magi, lingered behind them, his staff planted into the fractured ground. His shadow stretched unnaturally long under the violet skies, moving as though it had a will of its own. His expression remained unreadable, but within his eyes burned a silent, dangerous gleam. He alone did not look uneasy. No—he looked hungry.

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Meanwhile, Inside the palace…

Endless knelt upon a floor of cracked obsidian runes, his body writhing. His skeletal frame shook with every surge of power, the veins of black energy crawling through his form like serpents. His eyes—once voids of infinity— now burned with wild violet suns. Around him, the walls bled shadows, oozing mana that twisted into shrieking wraiths before dissolving into the void.

"—Why… do you resist me still?" Endless roared into the void. His voice cracked reality itself, and across the land, fissures opened in mid-air.

A figure appeared before him, not conjured by Endless' will but born from the last fragile tether of his own essence. A man of golden radiance, his features calm yet mournful, his presence heavy with dignity.

"Brother," said the figure, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. "You are tearing yourself apart."

Endless froze. His body trembled. His breath grew ragged. "Order… you should not exist. You are dead! Dead by my hand!"

The Eternal of Order—his late brother—stepped closer, yet his glow dimmed as though fading with each step. "And yet, I remain… because you are not free of me. You carry my light as the last fragment of who you were."

Endless' clawed hands clenched, blood of pure void dripping onto the runes. "Do not chain me with your pity. I am Endless. I am the storm beyond life! I devoured you, brother!"

Order only shook his head softly. "No… you only devoured yourself."

The words struck like knives. Endless screamed, tearing at his own chest as if to rip the light from within. The glow of his brother seeped from his wounds, forming wings of radiant balance that clashed violently against his void-flames.

And then… the final moment came.

The Eternal of Order knelt before his brother, placing a hand over Endless' heart. "If this is what you choose… then I will fade. But know this: when you shed me, you shed the last of what makes you Eternal."

Endless' roar shattered mountains. His brother's light was consumed in a burst of catastrophic brilliance. The essence of Balance, his last tether to balance as an Eternal, dissolved into fragments of crystal light that poured into Endless' veins—only to be burned away in the black inferno of his soul.

The palace cracked. The storm bled. And in that instant, Endless shed his final essence as an Eternal. What remained… was something new. Something terrifying.

His flesh hardened into obsidian-like armor that pulsed with veins of void-fire. Wings unexpectedly tore free—vast, jagged, and soaked in abyssal flame. His eyes became suns of annihilation.

Endless screamed—no longer as an Eternal, but as a god-in-the-making.

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"ARRRGH!!!!"

The moment, Endless screamed.....

The kingdom felt it immediately.

The Chaos Twins convulsed, their bodies splitting into streams of writhing shadow and flame, merging again in new twisted forms, their power multiplying. Shocked gasps escaped from their mouths in unison.

"What is this?"

"What's going on?!"

"Calm down, it has begun"

"What has begun?"

"His ascension into Godhood"

Kael Dragonyx fell to one knee as he said, his draconic blood igniting into molten rivers across his skin. His scales turned black and golden, his horns lengthened, and his aura warped into something more primal, more vicious. He snarled, gripping his sword, even as his body forced itself into metamorphosis.

'He actually did it'

Alen the Dark Magi's lips curved into a thin smile. He raised his staff, letting the storm pour into him. His shadow doubled, then tripled, forming countless wailing silhouettes. His veins bulged with dark essence, his transformation cruel yet refined—his hunger growing stronger with each wave of Endless' ascension.

Across the land, every soldier, every beast, every servant of the Endless Kingdom screamed as their bodies twisted, evolving into new horrors. Their master's transformation had forced metamorphosis upon them all.

At the center of it all, Endless rose from his knees.

The earth bowed. The skies trembled. The void itself recoiled.

"I… am no longer Eternal," he growled, his new voice echoing like a legion. His wings spread, eclipsing the storm itself. "I am… ENDLESS."

The kingdom roared in unison, their metamorphosis complete, their screams of pain turning into worship. And yet, among the chaos, Alen's shadow smiled deeper than any. For while Endless was being reborn as Godhood, Alen's true intent was already unraveling—silently, patiently, waiting for the day that Endless' very ascension would be the seed of his undoing.

But despite the numerous transformations all around Endless kingdom...

Endless Kingdom continued to quaked.

The violent tremors that had plagued the land for days suddenly intensified even more into a cataclysm unlike any the denizens had ever felt. Skies that were already blackened with chaotic storms split open with blinding fissures of celestial light, each fracture roaring like the voice of an ancient deity. The tremors became so violent that entire obsidian spires cracked down their lengths, and rivers of molten rock surged upward from beneath the abyssal plains.

It was then that the heavens themselves moved.

A colossal tribulation cloud, wider than the entire kingdom, gathered above the palace of Endless. It pulsed like a living heart, swelling with power beyond comprehension. Within its swirling depths flashed countless divine seals and archaic glyphs, symbols of the Eternal Laws that none dared to speak aloud.

Kael Dragonyx, who had been observing Endless palace from a distance, yelled out when he saw the clouds in the sky. "This… this is a calamity-level tribulation!" His voice cracked with awe and dread.

The Chaos Twins, usually so aloof and amused at destruction, looked pale. Even they could feel their bloodlines stir in fear. "The heavens themselves… they're rejecting him," Selene muttered, her chaotic aura flaring instinctively to shield her trembling frame.

Alen, the Dark Magi, leaned against a shattered throne in the distance. Unlike the others, his eyes did not flicker with fear but with a chilling smile. "How amusing. The heavens truly wish to shatter him before he ascends." His fingers tapped the side of his staff, as though silently plotting something.

And at the heart of it all stood Endless.

His body was engulfed in both radiance and abyss, half consumed by divine light, half wreathed in devouring shadow. The last remnants of his Eternal essence—his brother, the Eternal of Order—had only moments ago faded into his being, leaving Endless trembling on the razor's edge of godhood. But before his transformation could complete, the tribulation descended.

A single thunderbolt fell.

But it was no ordinary bolt. It was wide enough to split mountains, its light more searing than a thousand suns. It pierced through Endless' palace like paper, blasting the land into a crater that stretched for leagues. The sound of it left the Chaos Twins deaf for moments, and Kael was forced to shield himself with a wall of dragonforce.

Endless staggered, his flesh scorched, bones visible in places, yet his eyes gleamed with that defiant madness. "The heavens… dare to defy me?!"

More bolts fell, not one but countless, each infused with the will of the cosmos. Meteors rained, firestorms spread, and the oceans of chaos around the kingdom boiled into steam. Every living being in the kingdom, from soldiers to beasts, collapsed as their bodies were forced into painful metamorphosis by the shockwaves of Endless' struggle. They screamed, writhed, and bled as their forms evolved—or broke apart—under the force of divine interference.

Kael Dragonyx roared in fury as his draconic bloodline reacted, forcefully mutating scales across his skin. The Chaos Twins fell into a convulsion of chaos flames and shadow tendrils, their very existence being rewritten. Even Alen's calm composure faltered when black lightning began crawling across his arms, forcefully twisting his power into something deeper, darker.

And in the skies—Endless fought.

He raised both arms, summoning rivers of void and torrents of corrupted light, smashing them against the descending trials. Each strike split continents, collapsing the horizon. His voice echoed across the worlds:

"I AM ENDLESS! Not even heaven itself will deny me!"

The tribulation only grew stronger, as if mocking him. At last, a final bolt gathered, one that dwarfed the kingdom itself, a heavenly punishment so absolute that no being could withstand it. Even Kael and the Chaos Twins, far removed from the epicenter, believed this would be the end.

But Endless… laughed.

Broken, bloodied, his Eternal essence crumbling, he lifted his arms wide to embrace the storm. "If you cannot stop me… then I shall rise from your rejection! Even if half a god, I shall tear the other half from your hands with my own!"

The bolt struck.

Light swallowed the kingdom, burning away sky, earth, and flesh. For a moment, all was silence.

Then—he rose.

Endless stood amidst the ruin, his form no longer that of a mere Eternal. He was something lesser, yet greater—a Demi-God. His body was cracked like a shattered statue, divine blood seeping like molten rivers from his wounds, but his aura… it was overwhelming. Every being in the kingdom instinctively bowed, their mutations forcing them into submission before his will.

Endless' voice boomed, shaken but unbroken.

"You have failed, heavens. You have stripped me of Godhood… but I remain. I swear, upon my name, upon my eternity—" His voice thundered with fury, blood dripping from his lips. "I will ascend. I will break your laws. I am ENDLESS!"

The tribulation clouds dispersed, leaving only silence and ruin.

But the Endless Kingdom would never be the same.

Every soul, from the Chaos Twins to Kael Dragonyx to Alen himself, now bore irreversible changes, their powers forced into evolution by the shadow of Endless' failed apotheosis.

And above them all, a Demi-God stood, not in triumph, but in defiance—one who would not stop until the heavens themselves were shattered.