CHAPTER 61: FINAL DESCENT

The world cracked.

Valerian’s blade clashed against the tide of the Godless, each impact shaking the very laws that governed existence. Time pulsed in reverse. Gravity fractured. And yet he pressed forward, every step tearing through the collapsing threads of causality.

Behind him, his allies fought like legends.

Kael flung arcs of stellar flame that melted void-spawn with each sweep of his arm, his body ablaze in the light of burning stars. His eyes were wide, wild—not with fear, but liberation. For the first time, he fought without a destiny dictating the outcome.

Selene stood at the eye of a tornado of arcane circles, her chants reverberating in languages no longer spoken by any living race. Lightning forked around her, turning the sky into a trembling ocean of runes. Every strike she cast severed a thousand fates, cleansing timelines the Godless had corrupted.

Seraphina glowed with holy fire. Her wings had transformed into radiant crescents of golden energy, and each beat split the skies. Her sword carved sigils in the air—angelic code—turning her body into a beacon of divine judgment. No longer merely a saint; she was justice incarnate.

And Lira—

Lira danced with shadows like a ghost unbound. Her daggers flashed like crescent moons, phasing in and out of reality. She struck the weak points that no one else could see—because she alone felt the echo of every failed version of herself. She didn’t fight as a warrior. She fought as every girl she could’ve been and refused to die.

The battlefield was unrecognizable now.

They stood in a shattered realm—a place that wasn’t space or time, but something older. The roots of cycles. Ghostly remnants of past worlds floated like debris: broken moons, half-faded cities, shattered statues of gods long erased.

Valerian surged toward the throne where the Godless watched, unmoving. Around it, the world bled, each drop a reality erased.

As he drew closer, his mind began to fragment—voices, memories not his own pouring into him.

—"This time, I’ll save her."

—"We were wrong. The System lied."

—"There’s no winning. Only delaying."

Each voice was him.

And each had died.

"No," he growled, pressing forward. "I won’t become another echo."

The Godless rose.

Its form was not physical—it towered as a monolith of sorrow and hunger, shaped by every version of despair across all cycles. It had no face, only a presence that remembered every scream, every failure.

It spoke not in words but in certainty.

You cannot win. I am the inevitability your system feared. I am the truth beneath recursion. I am the purpose of collapse.

Valerian’s armor cracked under the pressure of its gaze. Blood streamed from his nose. The Paradox Core within his chest flared violently, trying to hold him together.

Behind him, Kael screamed, launching a final inferno straight at the Godless. The fireball split into twelve dragons mid-flight—but the entity simply absorbed them, converting heat into silence.

Selene collapsed to one knee, her eyes bleeding. "We’re... not enough."

Lira held her ground, but her breath came in ragged gasps. "We’ll never be enough alone. That’s what it wants."

Valerian realized it then.

The Godless wasn’t just a being. It was a filter. It let only despair pass through, consuming hope like fire devours air. And the system... was its cage.

But the cage was broken now.

Valerian staggered, falling to one knee as the Godless reached toward him. A tendril of raw oblivion extended from its form—slamming into his chest.

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His vision dimmed. Memories he hadn’t lived surged forth. He saw versions of himself being executed, betrayed, worshiped, abandoned. Worlds where Selene never met him. Timelines where Kael turned into a tyrant. Paths where Lira died screaming in the dark.

"I... won’t... break..." he hissed.

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Then something shifted.

The Remnant Key pulsed on its own.

The memories stopped devouring him—and instead, fused with him.

He stood.

Valerian was no longer one man. He was a legion.

He became every Valerian that had ever existed. The broken. The victorious. The fallen. The forgotten. The betrayed. All converged into one singular being, unified in a single truth:

He refused to vanish.

Golden light erupted from his skin, and the void recoiled.

The Godless paused.

It noticed.

Valerian spoke, and the multiverse listened.

"I carry every loss. Every cycle. Every regret. And I still stand."

His sword—now glowing with the essence of integrated selves—shone brighter than a star going nova.

He charged.

The Godless struck with a roar that shook the bones of creation, its tendrils of negation slicing through dimensions.

Valerian dodged between moments.

He spun through future echoes, striking from fates that had never happened. With each blow, fragments of the Godless unraveled—realities it had devoured spilled from its core. Cities flickered into being. People returned to life for the briefest moment, only to fade again.

Behind him, Kael rose, wrapping his flames around Valerian’s sword.

"Light it up," he shouted. "Give it everything."

Selene channeled her final spell, inscribing a ring of celestial runes around the entity. "I’m binding it—one chance!"

Lira and Seraphina flanked the Godless’s arms, each carving their way through the entity’s defenses with unrelenting fury.

Valerian’s sword ignited.

With one final cry, he launched into the air, spinning above the Godless’s massive form. He raised his weapon and screamed—

"NOW!"

The sword plunged into the entity’s core.

Not metal.

Will.

A million memories exploded outward, each one wrapped in pain, love, war, and sacrifice.

And the Godless—for the first time—screamed in agony.

The light swallowed everything.

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When Valerian opened his eyes, he was standing in a white field. No sky. No stars. Just silence.

Then the voice of the system spoke—not mechanical this time. Human. Gentle.

"You won."

Valerian turned.

A boy stood before him—young, maybe fifteen, wearing a simple robe. His eyes were the same color as Valerian’s.

"You’re the system?"

The boy smiled. "I was... once. A tool of the Architects. A cage. A delay. But you broke the recursion. The Godless is gone."

Valerian looked down at his hands. The light had faded. The Paradox Core was gone.

"I’m free?"

The boy nodded. "And so is everyone else."

Behind Valerian, Selene, Kael, Seraphina, and Lira appeared—stunned, breathing, alive. The cycle had not reset. Time had not collapsed.

Lira stepped forward, eyes wide. "Did we... actually win?"

Valerian smiled softly. "We did."

The boy’s form began to fade. "Then I’ll go now. The story no longer needs a system."

"Wait," Valerian said. "What happens to us?"

The boy’s voice echoed as his body turned to light.

"Whatever you choose. This time, it’s your story."

The world dissolved.

And the new era began.