Somewhere beyond the stars, past the Veil of Silence, sat the Throne Hall of Eternity — a celestial coliseum of gold and time, spinning in the void.
Here, the Twelve Thrones gathered.
Each being a Prime Deity, born from the origin of reality itself. Each one believed eternal. Untouchable.
Until now.
At the head of the circle, the Elder Seat, a voice ancient and cold spoke:
"The Godslayer lives."
Murmurs rippled across the divine chamber like storms across oceans.
The Throne of Order, cloaked in shifting laws, hissed,"He was erased from the cycle. This is impossible."
The Throne of Flame, crowned in a burning sun, growled,"He took Calikar's divine core. That blade should not exist."
The youngest deity, the Throne of Echo, whispered in a trembling voice,"He remembers. If Alanus remembers who he was… then nothing is safe."
The Elder rose.
Its eyes burned with galaxies."If left unchecked, he will unmake us again. He must be contained. Permanently."
The Throne of Time tilted its head. "We tried once. Failed. Even when weakened."
"He is stronger now," added the Throne of Chains. "He's... remembering everything."
A long silence followed.
Then, the Elder snapped its fingers — and a constellation collapsed outside the hall.
"Then we send more than Archons," the Elder declared."We send avatars. Armies. Realms. Bounty upon his head. Across planes. Across time."
"If mortals want a god war… let's give them one."
*****
Back on the mortal plane…
Alan sat on a cliff overlooking the shattered academy.
The blade rested against his shoulder, still radiating warmth from the Archon's core it absorbed.
Beside him, Seris handed him a shard of Calikar's divine essence.
"Still want to walk this path?"
Alan stared at the stars, knowing they were no longer watching him.
They were hunting him.
He smirked.
"Let them come."