Chapter 81:
The Birth That Broke the Sky
The air cracked with raw divinity. Every breath in the Void Temple became dense with star-essence, like inhaling the first dawn of creation. Kei'la's body arched in light, her scream echoing not in pain, but in revelation. Around her, galaxies sang.
The cocoon—no longer just a vessel—began to split.
A thread of eternity unspooled.
Errin stood frozen, every muscle taut, his god-forged senses blaring. This wasn't childbirth in any mortal sense—this was inception. A divine entity choosing embodiment. The child wasn't merely entering the world; he was rebuilding the passage between soul and flesh.
> "He's pushing back the veil," Errin whispered. "He's... rewiring creation."
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I. The Tear in the Veil
Across the sky above the void temple, a seam split open. It wasn't a portal. It was a rupture in the weave of reality—a direct consequence of a god being born with memory.
Lightning didn't flash; it remembered.
Light didn't shine; it recalled being darkness.
> "That's impossible," gasped one of the observing sages hidden in the walls. "He's... he's being born with knowledge of the heavens."
From the seam, celestial phantoms wept. They had seen this once before—ages past, when the First Godling walked.
And now, it was happening again.
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II. Kei'la's Triumph
Kei'la's hair billowed like a solar flare, her eyes alight with constellations. Her soul was being stretched, mirrored, and imprinted into the emerging form of her child. This pain was god-pain—sacred and cataclysmic.
But she didn't falter.
> "You are not a weapon," she breathed through her pain. "You are not a curse. You are not born to avenge or to destroy."
She clenched Errin's hand as the light swelled around her.
> "You are born to choose."
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III. The Second Wave Attacks
At the fringes of the Void Temple, the Terminator Ascendants—the elite executioners of the Seventh Heaven—pierced through the spatial weave. Each one draped in black godsteel, their eyes lit with coded hatred, memory-less and precise.
> "Locate the mother. Terminate the anomaly."
But as they charged—
> BOOM.
A ring of reversed time blasted outward from the temple, flinging them back. Several were caught in the recoil of unborn possibility and erased from the timeline.
Errin didn't move. He didn't need to.
> "He is already protecting himself," he said, eyes wide.
Inside the temple, the divine child was radiating defensive instincts beyond comprehension.
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IV. The Cry That Broke the Sky
With one final pulse, the cocoon exploded into motes of stardust. And from within, curled in ethereal amniotic light, Nayel descended into Kei'la's arms. His body was small—infantile—but glowing with arcane geometry.
He didn't cry.
He sang.
A haunting sound, not of this world. Notes that rewound time, remade dreams, and pulled lost souls from the void.
In distant starfields, cults collapsed, their false gods falling silent.
In the capital of the Seventh Heaven, the High Oracle's crown cracked.
And in the deepest prison of the Eternal Chain, the Old Betrayer smiled and whispered:
> "He has arrived."
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V. The Naming
Errin knelt beside Kei'la, who held the glowing infant wrapped in living flame.
> "What do we call him?" she asked, tears shining like moons in her eyes.
Errin gazed into the child's eyes—eyes that had seen stars die and reform, galaxies spiral and collapse.
> "He will be called Nayel. The One Who Chose."
The baby smiled, and a wave of warmth flowed across the stars. For the first time in eons, hope awakened in corners of the universe long sealed from light.
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Next Chapter: 82 – Nayel's First Dream
As the child god dreams, the galaxy stirs. His mind, still merging with the flesh, begins to write possibilities into the air itself. But dreams are double-edged. And something dark—something ancient—dreams back.
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