"Charge!!!!"

"For Dragonyx!!"

The war drums of the Dragonyx family thundered across the plains, their banners whipping violently in the storm winds as their armies clashed with the Stormfell family's forces. Steel screamed, bodies fell, and mana surged like rivers unleashed from broken dams. The sky was aflame with spells and lightning, the ground split with quakes of swords that could carve mountains.

Among the chaos, Kael fought at the front lines—not as a proud son, not as a cherished heir, but as a weapon. His father had always demanded he fight like a beast and kill without hesitation. His brother Darius, the "true heir," had always sneered, demanding Kael be his shield, his shadow, his expendable protector.

Kael had borne it for years. The ridicule. The lashes. The endless demand to bow his head while bleeding on the battlefield.

But that night was different.

Darius had underestimated the Stormfell retaliation. He had led their forces into a trap, surrounded by Stormfell's iron legion and pinned down by their Archmages. Fire rained, lightning cracked, and Darius's men fell like wheat before the scythe. For the first time in his life, Kael saw his older brother's confidence melt into desperation.

"Kael!" Darius's voice cut through the thunder of war. His armor was cracked, his blade broken in half, his once-proud form trembling under the weight of his wounds. His eyes—once cold and disdainful—now burned with a different plea. "Brother! Aid me! Protect me! For once in your wretched life, do your duty!"

The words struck Kael like poisoned arrows. For once… do your duty.

Even at the brink of death, Darius's pride reeked of contempt. Even as blood poured from his body, he could not speak to Kael as an equal, as a brother—only as a tool.

The world seemed to still around Kael in that moment. The battlefield faded into the background. All he heard was the echo of his father's voice telling him he was worthless. All he saw was the sneer on Darius's face across years of torment. All he felt was the crushing truth that in this family, he was never a son. Never a brother. Only a weapon bound in chains.

The chaos dragon within Kael stirred.

"No," Kael muttered, his voice low, trembling. His claws tightened on his blade until blood seeped from his grip. His amber eyes glowed faintly, madness mixing with grief. "I've carried your shadow long enough."

Darius's eyes widened, shock flickering through them. "What are you—?"

Kael stepped forward, each stride heavier, fueled by years of swallowed screams. His aura ignited, chaos magic surging wildly, painting the battlefield in streaks of destruction. Soldiers—Stormfell and Dragonyx alike—stopped to stare as the younger brother stood before the elder.

"Kael—aid me!" Darius shouted, panic now leaking into his voice. "Do not abandon your blood! Father will never forgive—"

"Father…" Kael spat, a snarl curling across his lips. "He never saw me as his blood. Neither did you. To both of you, I was nothing but dirt beneath your boots."

The words trembled with anguish. For a split second, Kael's heart wavered, torn between the shattered bond of blood and the freedom clawing at him. But then, he remembered every scar, every lash of his father's whip, every jeer Darius spat while Kael bled.

The chaos within him roared—and he let it.

In one sweeping motion, Kael's sword tore through his brother's chest.

The battlefield froze.

Darius gasped, crimson spilling from his lips as his eyes locked onto Kael's in disbelief. His hand reached up weakly, clutching at his younger brother's arm. "You… you dare… I am the heir—"

"You were nothing to me," Kael whispered, his voice breaking. "And you never let me be anything to you."

With one final push, Kael drove his sword deeper, ending Darius's life. His elder brother's body crumpled, falling lifelessly into the mud as the war raged on around them.

For the first time, Kael felt no chains. Only silence.

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But freedom was fleeting.

When he returned to the Dragonyx estate, word had already traveled. His father, Lord Valyne Dragonyx, waited in the throne hall—cold eyes gleaming with fury, with disdain, with something Kael had never seen before: anticipation.

Kael's boots echoed against the marble floor as he stepped forward, the blood of his brother still drying on his armor. His father sat high, draped in robes of authority, a cruel smirk curling on his lips.

"So," Valyne said, his voice deep, venomous. "The runt dares bare his fangs. Did you enjoy it, Kael? Did killing your brother taste sweet? Did you feel like a true Dragonyx at last?"

Kael's hands trembled, but his eyes never wavered. "He was never my brother. You made sure of that."

"Of course he wasn't," Valyne sneered. He rose from his throne, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. "Do you truly think I cared for him? He was weak. Just as you are weak. The only thing that mattered was what you both could become to serve me."

Kael's heart pounded, fury rising—but then, his father's words shifted everything.

Valyne leaned in, his cold gaze cutting deep. "Your mother knew it, too. That's why she was useless. Do you know why she died, Kael? It wasn't childbirth. It was me. I slit her throat the night you were born."

The words hit Kael harder than any blade ever could. His vision blurred, his breathing stopped. "You… what?"

"She was weak. She birthed weakness," Valyne said casually, as if speaking of nothing more than discarding trash. "Her love for you sickened me. I could not allow it to poison the Dragonyx bloodline. So, I removed it."

The madness in Kael snapped.

Every scar. Every lash. Every jeer. Every night he wished for his mother's arms that never came—all because of this man. This monster.

"You know what? I think I have made my mind" Kael suddenly said with his head lowered and his fist trembling.

"What?" Valyne asked in slight confusion as to what is wrong with his son. But what happened next was totally out of his expectations.

"I'LL RATHER DIE THAN LET YOU LIVE A MINUTE LONGER!!"

ARRRRGHH!!!!

With a roar that shook the hall, Kael lunged.

CLANG!!

Although Valyne didn't expect this reaction from Kael, that didn't mean he let his guard completely down.

"I see that you desperately want to join your mother and the brother you just killed, well then, I shall help you with that" Valyne said with a disappointed look on his face.

And so, the battle between father and son was brutal, vicious. Valyne was powerful, his mastery over the Dragonyx bloodline unmatched, his strikes deliberate and suffocating. Kael was raw fury, chaos unleashed, claws and magic flaring wildly.

Their fight caught the attention of everyone in the family which resulted for them to rush into the throneroom and witness it, but none of them were brazen enough to interfere.

For hours they clashed, blood staining the marble, walls crumbling around them. Kael was torn, battered, beaten to the edge of death. But hatred and grief kept him standing.

Finally, by the teeth of his skin, Kael found an opening. He drove his sword deep into his father's chest, chaos erupting through the tyrant's body. Valyne gasped, eyes wide in disbelief as his strength left him.

"You… are not my son," Arcturus choked.

"No," Kael whispered, tears and blood streaking down his face. "I never was."

With one final surge, he ended his father's life.

The great tyrant of the Dragonyx fell, leaving only Kael standing amidst the ruins of his family's legacy. Alone. Drenched in blood. Chained now not by his father's cruelty—but by the madness his scars had forged into him.

The madness of dominion.

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Perfect — you want the scene to shift back to the present battlefield after Kael's backstory, where despite his iron obsession not to yield to fear, Aegon ends his life swiftly. I'll make it long, explicit, and emotional, tying Kael's downfall to the scars of his past, and ending on his regret and resentment before death takes him.

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'Never again', he thought, fangs gritted. 'I bowed to my brother's arrogance, to my father's cruelty. I bore their chains until I shattered them with blood. I will not—cannot—yield again.'

ARRRGH!!!

He surged forward again, chaos lightning crackling across his form, his blade raised high. His roar split the air:

"I will not succumb to a fallen god!"

He charged Aegon with every ounce of his latent Dragonyx might, his chaos magic raging wildly despite his battered state, and even the forbidden surge of Endless's gift coursing through him. His fury was an avalanche—violent, unstoppable, consumed by the obsession to stand above all.

But obsession was not enough.

Aegon still did not move. He did not even flinch. His towering crimson form radiated stillness, an eternal authority unshaken by Kael's storm. And just as Kael closed the distance, blade screaming with chaos lightning—

Aegon lifted his right hand for the second time.

And it was still that same palm.

The clash that should have shattered worlds ended in silence once again.

Kael's blade froze mid-swing, stopped as if the laws of reality themselves had declared him unworthy. Aegon's palm pressed forward gently, almost effortlessly. The force that followed was indescribable—an absolute rejection of Kael's existence.

The chaos dragon was hurled across the battlefield like a broken toy. Kael's massive form smashed into the mountains beyond, the shockwave splitting the land and sky. His roar of fury turned into a cough of blood.

But even as pain wracked his body, Kael's mind still screamed louder.

'No! I cannot fall! I will not bow!'

He staggered up, his body torn, his scales shattered, lightning flickering desperately across his blade. His wings trembled as he forced them open, his aura flaring once more.

But Aegon was already there.

Before Kael could even blink, the crimson dragon appeared above him, its massive claw descending with a speed and inevitability that mocked Kael's defiance.

"NOOO!" Kael roared, thrusting his blade upward with all his might.

The clash lasted only a heartbeat. His chaos lightning shattered, his blade snapped, his dragon form ruptured. Aegon's claw pierced through, and Kael's body convulsed as unbearable power tore through his being.

For the first time, Kael felt not just fear—he felt finality.

His life flickered before him, each memory sharper than steel. His brother's sneer. His father's lash. His mother's absence. The battlefield where he killed Darius. The throne hall where he slit his father's chest. The endless obsession to dominate, to never again be beneath another.

But now, as death's shadow closed in, regret sank its claws deeper than Aegon ever could.

He saw the path he had chosen, carved in blood and bitterness. He had killed for freedom, only to enslave himself to obsession. He had sought dominion, only to be crushed beneath a power he could never rival.

Tears mingled with blood as his vision dimmed.

"…Why… did I become like this?" Kael's voice cracked, broken, more human than it had ever been. "Why… couldn't I be more… than their shadow?"

His thoughts spiraled downward, bitter and raw.

'Father… I hate you. Brother… I curse you. You forged this path. You poisoned me… until all I knew was hatred. Even now… I cannot forgive you. I will never forgive you.'

With that last resentment burning in his heart, Kael Dragonyx's body broke apart under Aegon's crimson force. The chaos dragon was no more.

The world fell silent for a moment, the death of one of its most terrifying tyrants marked not by triumph, but by tragedy.

Kael Dragonyx—born in chains, lived in fury, and died in regret—ceased to exist.