Chapter: Kael and Elirion – The Final Resurrection (Part 1) The Silence of the Sky Kingdom
The Sky Kingdom… Once, it had been the palace of the gods. Columns made of light reached towards the heavens, and melodies, echoing in the endless blue, carried whispers of the meaning of existence. Now, it was in the grip of a deathly silence. The sky had cracked. The infinite blue dome darkened with every step Kael took.
Kael walked. With each step, ashes were left behind. With every breath, the breath of paradise faded away, replaced by the echo of hell. His back still bore the marks of chains, and his soul still felt the screams of his family… But in his eyes, there was only one thing: The End.
At the end of the path stood a figure, initially a silhouette. Then it took form. In the very center of the clear sky, there was a restlessness that distorted all reality. The light shimmered. And then… he appeared.
Elirion. The form of light. The guardian of infinity. The final master of the first creation. Elirion stood before Kael not as a god, but as a judge. And on his face, there was a mercy unique to gods.
"Elirion…" Kael said. His voice did not sound like a prayer. It echoed in the air like a curse. "So, I've finally come to you. To the place where everything began, and will end."
Elirion did not speak. He simply locked his gaze on Kael. In those eyes was the cycle of the universe: creation, destruction, and rebirth. But in Kael's eyes, there was only death.
"Elirion…" Kael repeated. "When you reflect me, you will have taken on your own destruction as well. Because I am no longer human. And though you are the most powerful living being… I no longer live."
The sky split.
Without a word, Elirion spread his arms wide. A blinding burst of light illuminated all the lands of paradise. The stars screamed. Time bent. Kael stood still. His eyelids did not even flinch.
And then… The battle began.
The first clash came with silence. Not swords, not words… just beings crashing into each other. Kael's darkness against Elirion's light. The cursed whirlpool within the soul, against the divine aura of existence.
Time froze. Heaven fell silent.
When Kael took his first step, the ground cracked. When Elirion responded, the sky dome was crushed. When swords were drawn, even the wind was still. Two beings… one born from the darkness of rage, the other from the corrupted absoluteness of light.
Kael struck.
His sword—the black crystal of his soul—plunged into Elirion's chest. But Elirion shimmered like a mirror, deflecting Kael's blow. And in that moment… Elirion's body transformed into Kael's shape.
"I am you now," Elirion said. "Your fighting style, your rage, your burden… they are all mine now."
Kael's gaze didn't change. "But I have suffered more than you. And pain… cannot be imitated."
They clashed again.
This time, not light and shadow, but the same body, the same movement, the same power. Equal blows in return… A dance beyond time.
Kael swung. Elirion cut. Kael leapt. Elirion did as well. Every step Kael took was a reflection of Elirion. But there was one difference.
Kael struck with the pain within him. Elirion only reflected perfection. And perfection… was an unfinished destruction.
In one blow, Kael shattered Elirion's copied sword. But Elirion, feeding Kael's soul power into his own sword, retaliated once more. Two swords, two souls… one body, one battle.
With a final strike, Kael was thrown to the ground. The sky shattered. Elirion's shadow loomed over him. And he spoke:
"I've taken your essence. Now I can leave you behind. Your soul is mine."
Kael spat blood on the ground. There was no pain on his face. Only determination.
"I lost my soul long ago," he said. "And before you kill someone… you must first understand them."