Chapter 208: The Red Flag

On the far side of the planet—

divine light and violet curses collided endlessly.

Lilithara’s golden-winged staff carved hex patterns through the sky, violet sigils snapping toward Eirenyssa like living chains.

Eirenyssa answered with radiant arcs of light, sword flashing as holy mana erupted again and again.

Neither gave ground.

Both breathing heavier with every exchange.

—

Elsewhere on the planet—

the battle had already tilted.

Zephyros rose high into the upper atmosphere, blood trailing from his arm as wind gathered around him violently. His green eyes burned with fury.

“You insolent—”

He drew his bow fully.

Divine squall mana condensed until the sky itself screamed.

Celestine Wind Sovereign: Celestine Sky Rend

The bowstring snapped.

A storm was born.

A green divine volley tore open the heavens, splitting the atmospheric layers apart. Wind howled into a 200-kilometer-wide vortex, lightning forming instantly—countless divine bolts crashing downward like judgment.

From space, the storm looked like a wound carved into the planet.

Zane looked up.

The other gods immediately retreated.

Even Vorathrax clicked his tongue and pulled back.

The storm swallowed everything.

Lightning struck endlessly.

The planet trembled.

Mountains disintegrated.

For five full minutes, the divine tempest raged—until the winds finally collapsed inward and vanished.

Silence followed.

A massive crater remained, its edges glowing molten red. Smaller craters dotted the surrounding wasteland like scars.

Kaelos hovered at a distance with Drakthar and Vorathrax.

“…He should’ve warned us before using that,” she muttered.

Drakthar snorted. “That attack could even kill divine beings like us.”

From above, Zephyros descended slowly.

He landed unsteadily, coughing blood, armor shattered. Divine blood—red mixed with gold—dripped from his mouth.

Kaelos exhaled in relief.

“…Looks like that guy didn’t survive.”

She clenched her trident.

“Now we just finish that Eirenyssa and destroy the planet.”

Vorathrax smiled faintly.

Then—

a voice echoed from the dust.

“You raised a red flag.”

All four gods froze.

Drakthar’s eyes snapped wide.

“ZE PHYROS—DODGE!!”

A blur erupted from the crater.

Before Zephyros could even turn—

Splurt..!!!!!

Zane’s fist pierced straight through his throat.

Blood exploded outward from Zephyros mouth and pierced throat .

The god’s eyes widened in pure shock.

Kaelos screamed and flew toward him.

“ZEPHYROS—!”

Before anyone could reach him—

BOOM.

His head detonated.

Divine blood sprayed across place, fragments of his head scattering like shattered glass.

Zane landed lightly behind the falling body.

The headless corpse drifted, twitching once… then went still.

Kaelos stopped midair.

Blood splattered across her face.

She stared blankly at her twin’s body.

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.

The wind died.

The sky felt empty.

Zane lowered his hand, crimson dripping from his fingers.

He tilted his head slightly.

“You know,” he said casually, voice echoing across the battlefield,

“that’s what happens to someone who raises a red flag.”

He smiled.

“You all should remember it.”

A pause.

Then his purple eyes sharpened.

“…Though it won’t matter.”

He looked at the remaining gods.

“You don’t have a future anyway.”

Kaelos hovered beside the her brother’s body.

Or what remained of it.

Her twin’s armor drifted apart in silence, divine blood still evaporating into golden mist. The place where his head should have been was nothing but torn flesh and fading mana.

Her hands trembled.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

Zane stood in the distance, relaxed, coat fluttering lightly.

For a moment—nothing existed but him.

From far behind her, Vorathrax shouted,

“Kaelos! Calm yourself—!”

She didn’t hear him.

Her mouth opened, voice tearing through space itself.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD—!!!”

Divine mana erupted.

Zane blinked once.

“Oh… someone’s angry.”

He smiled faintly.

“But you don’t need to shout,” he said calmly.

“I can hear you just fine, Goddess of Surges.”

Kaelos raised her trident.

Her grief detonated.

Oceanic Sovereign Surge: Nereid’s Deluge

The sky ruptured.

A divine ocean—over one hundred kilometers wide—collapsed downward from nothingness itself. Water dense with crushing intent smashed toward Zane, carrying pressure capable of pulverizing continents.

Before the impact even settled—

Kaelos slammed her trident into the ground.

Oceanic Sovereign Surge: Telluric Pulse Surge

The planet screamed.

From beneath Zane, liquid earth burst upward. Lava and molten stone erupted violently, tearing open fault lines that raced across two hundred kilometers. Mountains split. Plates twisted. Fire surged skyward to meet the descending ocean.

Water and magma collided.

Steam engulfed the battlefield.

A hellscape formed—boiling seas above, molten destruction below.

At the center—

Zane vanished beneath chaos.

But Kaelos wasn’t finished.

Her divine aura flared brighter—unstable, violent.

Blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

Still, she raised her trident again.

With a cry torn from her soul, she hurled it forward.

The weapon transformed mid-flight, wrapped in blue divine light threaded with golden surges. Space bent as the trident pierced through the storm of water and lava, shooting straight toward where Zane should have been.

The impact erased everything in its path.

A colossal explosion followed.

When the light faded—

Kaelos hovered there, chest heaving, tears streaking down her face.

“…That,” she whispered brokenly,

“was for my brother.”

Far away, Drakthar stared at the devastation.

“Kaelos…” he said grimly.

“You nearly destroyed half the planet.”

He clenched his fists.

“And in your rage—”

His voice hardened.

“…you erased your brother’s divine body as well.”

Kaelos froze.

“…What?”

Her eyes widened.

She looked back.

There was nothing left.

No corpse.

No remains.

Only scattered divine particles dissolving into space.

Her knees weakened.

Tears fell freely now.

“I… I couldn’t even—”

Her voice cracked.

“I couldn’t even give him peace…”

The battlefield went silent.

Steam rose.

Lava cooled.

The divine ocean evaporated.

And from within the center of destruction—

something moved.

Kaelos hovered in place, trembling.

Her mind was still trapped in the image of her brother’s vanished body—of the divine particles fading before she could even mourn him properly. Her grip on the trident loosened, grief dulling her senses.

Then—

A shout ripped through space.

“Kaelos—watch out! That wasn’t me…!!!”

Her head snapped up.

Drakthar stood beside Vorathrax in the distance, eyes wide with alarm. Even Vorathrax looked genuinely shaken.

Confused, Kaelos turned toward the direction where she had heard Drakthar’s voice moments earlier.

The figure there—

—was fading.

Like smoke dissolving into nothing.

Her pupils shrank.

“…An illusion?”

Too late.

The world blurred.

Something moved faster than thought itself.

Spurt.

Blood erupted from her chest.

Before she could even gasp—

Spurt.

A second impact tore through her throat.

And before pain could reach her mind—

Spurt.

A final strike pierced upward through her face.

Her body froze midair.

Her own divine trident had skewered her—three perfect holes aligned in a straight line.

Kaelos’ eyes widened in silent disbelief.

Zane stood behind her.

His hand gripped the shaft of the trident, purple eyes calm, almost bored.

With a slight lift of his arm, he raised the weapon.

Kaelos’ lifeless body remained impaled, divine blood dripping slowly into the void as the weapon turned downward.

Zane flipped the trident once—

—and slammed its butt into the ground.

The corpse followed, still pierced through, motionless.

He glanced at the fading remnants of the illusion behind her and sighed faintly.

“She couldn’t even discern a simple illusion while drowning in rage…”

His gaze lifted toward the remaining gods.

“So-called goddess.”

The void fell silent once more.

Two gods remained.

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