BANG!! BANG!!

BOOOOM!!!

The skies above Endless's shattered domain had become an arena of gods. Every breath Kaelen took tore the clouds apart, every swing of his lightning-forged blade split heaven and earth. Endless met him with abyssal force, a tide of chaos that warped the very laws of reality. When Kaelen lunged, a spiral conceptual magic and eternity's essence fanned out behind him, while Endless countered with claws of pure nothingness, his silhouette monstrous and godlike—half-man, half-chaos incarnate.

BOOOOM!

Their clash sent spirals of distorted reality raining down upon the battlefield below, as though entire dimensions were cracking apart. Worlds seemed to breathe and collapse in fragments of light and shadow, only to be reborn again in the wake of their strikes. The warriors far beneath could only gape at the storm raging above, their bodies trembling as the shockwaves rattled the bones of some of the warriors even with that distance.

And yet—Kaelen pressed forward. His strikes had weight, not just of his own strength, but of Eternity resonating within him. For the first time in the endless ages of his dominion, Endless was being driven back. His chaotic wings faltered, his talons cracked beneath the Avatar's sword, his body was pushed across the horizon in a blaze of lightning that tore apart his corrupted domain.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Endless roared, his voice a fracture of existence itself. "You… YOU DARE SHAME ME?!"

He retaliated in a frenzy, chaos bursting from him in waves that melted starlight and shredded Kaelen's storm-wrought armor. But Kaelen did not falter. The Avatar of Eternity shimmered with unyielding brilliance, every blow that struck him feeding back into the infinite loop of power coursing through him.

CRASH!

Their fists collided, raw divinity against chaos. Kaelen gritted his teeth, sparks of reality itself fracturing around his knuckles. Endless bellowed, pushing, straining—and then, something inside him cracked.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

Kaelen's sword met his chest, hurling Endless across the sky, where he slammed into the remnants of his buildings around the outskirts of his domain below. But instead of leaping forward, Kaelen froze. Through Eternity's lens, his perception expanded. The truth slipped through him like a whisper of the cosmos.

"Wait…" Kaelen muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he stared at his enemy.

Endless staggered to his feet, trembling, his chaotic aura flickering erratically. It wasn't just rage fueling him. It wasn't just power unhinged. Something deeper—older—was gnawing at him. His strikes were wild, yes, but beneath the fury there was… ache. A fissure within his very soul.

Through Eternity, Kaelen saw more than a demigod of chaos. He saw torment. A hollow void not born of power, but of loss. Endless's chaos shimmered with fragments of pain, grief woven into every strike, into every scream.

Kaelen's grip tightened on his sword as curiosity gnawed at him despite the danger.

"This… isn't just fury, is it?" Kaelen whispered. "You're not just fighting me. You're… fighting yourself."

"SHUT UP!" Endless bellowed, but his voice cracked—not with weakness of strength, but with weakness of heart. Chaos exploded outward, more violent than ever, but now Kaelen understood. Every furious lash, every unrelenting strike—it was desperation. Not just to destroy Kaelen, but to silence the echo within him.

Kaelen's brow furrowed, lightning crackling across his features.

"What… could wound a demigod so deeply… that even now, at the height of power, you're still bleeding from it?"

Eternity stirred within him, silent yet heavy with knowing, urging Kaelen to see past the battlefield. And in that instant, Kaelen's determination wavered—not out of fear, but out of curiosity. For the first time, Endless seemed less like an untouchable god of chaos… and more like a broken being hiding behind it.

But the reprieve was short.

CRAAAAASH!

Endless roared again, louder than before, and with his fury redoubled, chaos surged skyward, ripping Kaelen from thought back into survival. Yet the seed had been planted—the knowledge that there was something more lurking in the heart of the demigod. Something painful enough to shake the heavens themselves.

Kaelen steadied his sword, gaze sharp, curiosity burning in his chest as he wondered what exactly is going on with Endless.

But not long after....

The battle stilled for a heartbeat. Kaelen's sword hummed with Eternity's resonance, his chest heaving, his royal blue wings beating against the chaotic void that pressed in from all sides. Across from him, Endless stood trembling again—not from exhaustion, but from something rawer, deeper.

The flicker in his chaotic aura pulsed again, and for an instant, Kaelen saw beyond the veil.

And then—Eternity pulled him in.

Visions crashed through Kaelen's mind, as though he was walking through the memories of the very demigod he fought.

A throne of light. Celestials in their blinding radiance. The Twelve Concepts—Time, Dream, Order, Dominion, Life, Death, and others—standing as witnesses, their voices heavy with judgment. Behind them, the other Eternals sat in grim silence.

And before them all—Endless, shackled in chains wrought from laws themselves. His form was not monstrous then. He was regal, tall, his eyes sharp with intellect and sorrow.

"I warned you," Endless's voice rang out in the tribunal of creation, steady but laced with pain. "I told you all—the birth of Aetheris is folly. To create a world stitched from fractured laws, fueled by unstable mana veins? It will one day collapse, or worse—it will devour everything around it."

"You sought to unmake what we have built," boomed one of the Concepts named Dominion, their voice like a thousand suns. "You would have destroyed Aetheris before it drew its first breath."

'Destroyed Aetheris?'

Endless's teeth clenched. His aura flared, not in rebellion but in desperate restraint.

"I never sought its destruction, even if I admit that creating Aetheris isnt a great plan, I still wouldn't destroy it knowing that mortals still dwell in it. But you—" his gaze swept across the judgment hall, burning, "— you just deemed without any explanation whatsoever that I want to wiped Aetheris out of existence."

"Your tongue drips with lies, brother."

The voice cut through him sharper than any blade. Kaelen's vision followed Endless's eyes as they fell upon a familiar figure among the Eternals—his own brother. Radiant, proud, unmoving. The Eternal of Order.

"You of all people?" Endless whispered, the disbelief in his tone heavier than the chains that bound him. "You who swore to hear me out—to stand by my side?"

"I don't think it would help even if I do after what I have heard of your deeds"

"What deeds?" Endless asked in confusion.

But his brother looked away, silence heavier than betrayal.

The Concepts' decree fell like a hammer.

"Endless— the Eternal of balance, voice of dissent, betrayer of Aetheris—you are hereby cast into the Void Eternal. Your name shall be stricken from the halls of creation and also from any known history books, your power stripped to ruin, your will dissolved into chaos. May the nothingness consume you."

"No…" Endless's voice cracked, desperation bleeding through. "No! You condemn me for speaking the truth! You damn me for seeing what you blind yourselves to! And you are also punishing me for something I have no clue about till this day!!"

But at that moment, it was too late for Endless.

The judgment did not waver. Chains of pure law wrapped tighter.

And then—the void opened.

A rift darker than existence itself swallowed him whole. The tribunal of gods turned away as Endless was hurled into the nothingness, screaming not from fear—but from anguish.

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The vision shattered.

Kaelen reeled, his chest heavy, his sword trembling in his hand. The revelation pulsed in his veins, Eternity's echo still showing him fragments of the pain etched into Endless's very being as he muttered within him.

"Seems like you have a real piece of work cut out for you"

'You have got to be kidding me' Kaelen replied back with a wry smile on his face as he looked at Endless.

But at this moment, Kaelen is convinced that Endless wasn't just chaos for chaos's sake. He wasn't just wrath given form. He was betrayed—by the Celestials, by the Twelve Concepts, and worst of all… by his own brother.

Above the battlefield, Endless's chaotic aura surged again, but Kaelen no longer saw just a foe. He saw the grief. The torment of millennia spent in exile. A god born into banishment, hated for a crime he had not committed.

Endless roared, his voice splitting the heavens as if he is ranting to his long lost friend.

"They condemned me for truth! They banished me for daring to question their vanity! And now, I will make them all witness the ruin of what they so proudly birthed!"

Kaelen's grip tightened on his blade, eyes narrowing.

"So this is the pain you carry…" he whispered. "This is the wound that drives you."

"Yes. And now, you will be the first person that will taste my revenge" Endless replied with malice in his tone.

And in next to no time, Endless surged forward, fury and torment intertwined, his strikes even wilder, his chaos even sharper. And though Kaelen bore the truth of his enemy's heart… it did not lessen the weight of the battle.

The fight resumed, god against god—yet now Kaelen's resolve carried something new. Not just the will to fight… but the burning need to understand.