Cain stood there, heart still pounding, staring at the golden screen floating ominously above him.
[Divine Executor Incoming…]
[Seraph Nyx — The Judge of Fallen Gods]
Every survival instinct in his body screamed the same thing.
Run.
But his legs refused to move.
The air around him was changing.
It felt… heavier.
Like the world itself was holding its breath.
The sky—already blood-red—began to ripple like disturbed water.
Golden light bled through cracks in the sky.
And then… the voice came.
Smooth.
Cold.
Final.
"Candidate of Chaos… stand still."
Cain's mouth went dry.
A figure descended slowly from the sky — floating effortlessly, robes of black and gold fluttering without wind.
At first glance, they looked human.
But their presence?
Not even close.
Seraph Nyx was tall, almost impossibly so. Skin pale like polished marble. Long golden hair that seemed to float on its own with a brilliance. Eyes like twin galaxies spinning behind a cold mask of judgment.
On their back?
Twelve wings.
Six pure gold.
Six shadow-black.
Cracked. Broken. And somehow still terrifying.
[Divine Executor – Seraph Nyx]
Rank: Unknown
Status: System Enforcer / Godslayer
Cain swallowed hard.
"Uh… look, if this is about the vending machine thing—"
Nyx's eyes narrowed.
"Silence."
Cain's mouth snapped shut.
Nyx floated closer, inspecting Cain like a bug under glass.
"The God of Chaos has fallen. The Ascension System should have remained sealed."
"And yet… here you are."
They raised a single hand.
Golden chains of divine energy erupted from thin air, wrapping around Cain before he could react.
His body locked in place.
[Warning: Host Movement Restricted by Higher Authority.]
"Hey! Hey, what happened to consent?!"
Nyx's voice remained calm.
"The position of Chaos is not chosen lightly. You are an error in the order."
Cain gritted his teeth.
"Story of my damn life."
"Still… I sense something unusual within you."
Nyx's cold gaze locked onto the mark on Cain's soul — the flickering chaos symbol he had accidentally activated.
"This fragment… does not belong to mortals."
Cain struggled against the chains.
"So what happens now? Execution? Delete me? Turn me into divine confetti?"
Nyx paused.
For the first time… hesitation.
"No."
Cain blinked.
"No?"
Nyx lowered their hand.
"The Laws forbid me from erasing what Chaos itself has chosen."
"But I can test you."
The chains shattered.
Cain barely stayed on his feet.
Nyx turned slowly, floating back into the sky.
"Ascend, Cain Velaros."
"Or be devoured by your own power."
A single golden sigil appeared in the air.
It dropped slowly… embedding itself into Cain's chest.
[You have been Marked by Seraph Nyx.]
[New Quest Unlocked: The Executor's Trial]
Quest: The Executor's Trial
Objective: Survive 7 Days in the Realm of Wastes while hunted by Chaos Predators.
Reward: Recognition of the Divine Executor
Failure: System Purge.
Cain stared at the notification.
Then at the fading figure of Seraph Nyx disappearing into the sky like a bad dream.
He let out a long, slow breath.
"Seven days," he muttered. "Hunted. No problem."
He glanced around the desolate wasteland.
The ground beneath his feet rumbled.
Dozens of golden eyes began blinking open across the landscape.
Predators.
Chaos-born.
All staring at him.
Cain sighed deeply.
"I hate this place."