At the Colosseum
The crowd had gone completely silent.
No one spoke.
No one breathed.
The projection of the battle above them was no longer just a fight. It was a revelation. Elemental gods clashing in open air. The sky dimmed. Time itself seemed to hesitate.
And from the Imperial box—
Malrik was smiling.
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Back in the sky—
Klaus hovered like a phantom. Unmoving. Cold. His body burned with elemental fusion—wind funneling around his feet like rotating blades, lightning crawling up his arms like veins alive with vengeance.
Cazren writhed in mid-air, claws trembling, wings spasming as cracks split across his mutated Nexomorph body. Veins pulsed with unstable energy. His scream—guttural, alien—shattered the silence.
"RRRAAAAAAAGHHHH!"
Twisting, bleeding, he roared to the sky as black ichor sprayed from his mouth. Limbs convulsing. Muscles tearing. His own form rejecting itself.
And Klaus saw it.
His expression didn't change—stone-cold and locked in—but he moved, ready to end it now.
He surged forward, lightning spiraling around him like a tidal serpent. The wind coiled under his feet in jetstream arcs.
But just as his figure blurred forward—
Cazren whispered, trembling:"…It didn't have to come to this…"
And then—
The world cracked.
DOMAIN: "Chasm of the God-Eater"
A black sun ignited behind Cazren. The sky peeled open like rotten flesh, sucking all light inward.
The air howled.The earth below evaporated.
The battlefield collapsed as Klaus and cazren were devoured by the Domain.
Now inside…
The world was gone.
They stood on an endless plain of writhing, skeletal remains—limbs, teeth, and wings stacked in grotesque hills. Blood rivers flowed backward. Flesh grew from bone. Gravity spun sideways.
Overhead, a black sun burned with shifting mouths, and the sky bled purple.
Cazren stood tall now, grinning, barely holding his monstrous form together—but his eyes gleamed with control.
"Here," he said, voice layered with a thousand echoes, "everything bends to my will."
He extended his claw, and the bones of the realm shaped into spears, hundreds of them floating in the air, all aimed at Klaus.
"This time, I'll kill you."
Klaus gritted his teeth.
The Domain pressed on his body like mountains. The air was heavier. His lightning was slower, his wind less responsive.
Still, he moved.
The first bone spear came—he dodged. The second—he took it to the shoulder, blood bursting.
Then Cazren came.
Faster. Stronger. Unrelenting.
Claws slashed.
Tail pierced.
Spines erupted from the ground like spikes from hell.
Klaus fought back with everything—elemental blades, counterstrikes, bursts of wind to redirect attacks, but the Domain favored Cazren.
And it showed.
Klaus bled.Cuts everywhere.Breathing
ragged.
His left eye swollen shut. His ribs cracked.
Blood poured down his arms like paint.Every punch he threw felt heavier.
Still—he didn't fall.
Klaus desperately searched for a weakness.
"He's feeding off this space… It's his home. His rules. I'm just a shadow here…"
None of his plans worked.
"I could detonate everything I have left—but he'd regenerate faster than I can kill."
Another slash tore across his chest.
He fell to one knee.
Cazren landed before him, tail twitching."You're finished."
But then—
Cazren stopped.
Mid-step.
Eyes wide.
He stumbled, coughing—hard.
And then coughed again—
Blood. Black and red.
His claws trembled.
The Domain began to tremble too.
Klaus rose.
Barely standing.His vision blurred.One eye fully closed.His body slashed open, hands shaking.
But through the blood and pain, his aura ignited.
He raised one arm, dragging the energy together—not from this world, but from himself. From the elements. From sheer will.
Lightning coiled around him again, but it wasn't normal—it was pure violet, forming arcs so bright they melted the nearby bones.
The wind joined, sweeping upward like a cyclone, parting the black sun's rays.
And his fist—his right fist—glowed with such violent brilliance that the Domain itself began to destabilize.
His voice was hoarse, low, but thundered through the air.
"Excalibur."
A colossal blade of pure energy formed in the air—not held, but summoned, floating like a divine judgment.
It was at least a hundred meters long, forged of lightning and wind entwined so tightly they sang as they spun—wrapped in runes of Klaus's making, pulsing with purpose.
The blade cracked the sky as it aligned behind Klaus—a sword of divine reckoning.
Klaus moved—no, he became motion itself.
The wind howled behind him, swirling in high-pressure rings, crackling with elemental rage.
Lightning arced along his limbs, spiraling outward in jagged purple bolts. Every step forward blurred the world—he wasn't running anymore.
He was a streak of storm, a living conduit of destruction.
Cazren, with the mutated-transformation—his grotesque Nexomorph body twitching and flickering with unstable power—barely had a moment.
His monstrous face turned, sensing death.
But it was too late.
KLAUS APPEARED.
And the Excalibur—following its creator like divine judgment—struck.
It didn't just hit.
It sliced.
Clean.
The blade of fused wind and lightning tore through Cazren's mutated body, carving him in half from shoulder to hip—one half monstrous, the other still vaguely human.
Flesh seared.Bone shattered. The Domain itself cracked, the black sun above
sputtering, the grotesque realm unraveling at the seams.
The Chasm of the God-Eater…collapsed into silence.
What remained… was smoke.
And in it—Cazren's halved body floated.
Barely alive.
One eye human, one eye monstrous. Blood dripping from both halves.
He coughed, voice wet and fading.
"Th-this…isn't the end… Klaus Aetherion…"
Klaus hovered silently, eyes shadowed
beneath the flickering arcs of energy.
Cazren gave a broken smile."They'll come for you… The real ones. The ones who built me. They'll take everything you hold dear… and they'll tear you apart…"
Klaus didn't answer.
He just extended one finger—
And a final snap of lightning ended it.
Cazren vanished in a pulse of raw violet flame.
The Domain vanished.
Silence.
And then—the real world returned.
Above the battlefield, high in the air, amidst the grey clouds and fractured sky—Klaus hovered.
Rain began to fall.
Slow, gentle.
Droplets struck his skin, hissing softly against the residual heat of battle. Steam rose.
His crimson eyes stared up at the clouds, unblinking, unreadable.
And then—
In the softest thunder beneath the storm
He spoke.
"…Let them come."
And with that—His eyes closed.
And Klaus Aetherion—storm-wrapped, bloodied, victorious—fell.
His body descended through the rain-soaked sky, like a myth ending in silence.
The rain fell harder now.
The lightning still lingered in the clouds, purple and wild.
The wind had not yet stilled.
Far below the dying storm, across the shattered coastline pocket dimension, three warriors made their way through the debris of monsters and craters.
They had just finished their own battles.
Reina's blade still dripped with blood, but her stance was calm, her breath steady. The moment her fight had ended, she didn't wait—her eyes were already tracking the direction the lightning had come from.
Kael, dragging his greatsword across his shoulder, grinned with dried blood on his cheek. "Whew. That's twenty points and a bruised shoulder. Not bad."
But it was Sofie who was first to move.
Her flame had dimmed after her fight—until she looked up.
And saw the sky boiling.
Purple lightning danced in jagged forks.Wind spiraled like a cyclone in the upper air.
And in the very center of it—
A figure began to fall.
Small.Far.But unmistakable.
Sofie's eyes widened.
Her lips parted, breath catching.
"…No," she whispered.
She took a step forward—then another—then broke into a sprint.
"Sofie!" Kael called. "Where are you going?!"
But she was already gone.
Flames erupted around her feet, wings of heat and fire blossoming from her back. She launched into the sky, a streak of gold and orange cutting through the gray.
And then she saw him.
Falling.
Shirtless. Bloodied. Scars across his body.Lightning still humming faintly from his frame.
His face…
His real face.
"…Klaus."
She didn't hesitate.
She wrapped her arms around him mid-air, her flames cushioning the descent. The contact was gentle, but desperate. Tears were already sliding down her cheeks, mixing with the rain as they drifted slowly toward the ground like two fallen stars.
They landed softly in the wet grass. Kael and Reina were already there—blades drawn, eyes scanning the perimeter for threats.
But Sofie didn't look away from him.
Klaus lay unconscious, breathing shallow but steady. His face, bruised but peaceful.
His body limp in her arms.
She held him closer.
"I knew it was you," she whispered, forehead pressed gently against his.
"From the moment I saw the lightning… I knew it."
Her tears came faster now. Silent. Raw.
"You idiot…" she choked. "Why would you hide from us… from me…"
Klaus stirred faintly, eyelids twitching, but didn't wake.
Kael knelt beside them, lips quirking as he wiped rain from his eyes. "Alright, alright—heartwarming reunion and all—but maybe we don't do this in the middle of a battlefield full of giant lightning craters and blood? Just a thought."
Reina gave a small, silent nod, watching Klaus with unreadable eyes. But her blade was already lowered.
Sofie sniffed, brushing hair from Klaus's forehead.
"Let's move," she whispered.
Kael hoisted his sword. "I'll clear the front."
Reina turned away, already scouting.
And Sofie—Still holding him close, not ready to let go—walked forward, her flames low but protective, carrying the boy who had fallen from the sky.