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Elara replied flatly, before completely dismissing her and turning back to the rings. "Isn't your father's company at the brink of ruin?" Jane said, "Soon enough, Roman will be taking absolute control of it. Once that happens, we will see if you can still maintain that arrogant look on your face." 'For the love of God, could this woman just stop talking and leave?' Elara felt her anger rising, but she kept her composure as she turned around to face her fully.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

Celine’s lips curled in quiet victory. And just like that, the groun d beneath me crumbled.

But God, it was lonely. Lonely and terrifying. I didn’t have much money, no plan, and no idea how to start over. I just knew I couldn’t keep living like this. He’d still try to talk to me sometimes, as if we were fine — as if we hadn’t just torn each other to pieces. Other times, he’d pick fights, small jabs that built up until I was in tears again. It was like he needed to remind me that leaving him wouldn’t be easy. That he still had control.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

\\ Zayne's POV \\ 💕💕💕 "The Emerald Wolf will rise under your watch, Zayne Vale. You will find her, track her, corner her like the predator you were trained to be. But mark my words, boy—she will be your mate. Your fated one. The Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, and she will bind you to the very thing you're meant to destroy. And she will be your doom. The wolf will destroy you first, break you from the inside out, shatter everything you are, before she brings ruin and devastation to the entire world. Love her, and you damn us all to extinction. Kill her, and you damn yourself to a fate worse than death."

The ones that got away from the light, seeking revenge among their own kind, hurting the innocent, craving to rule over their bodies like cows for slaughter. I am the god of destruction, the bringer of death and despair. I will not just destroy buildings, the soil, the physical bodies, I will destroy their minds, twisting them in ways they could not deem possible. They will scream for me to rid myself of their mind, but I only laugh at their pathetic cries of absolution of fear.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

And still, I wanted more. Flesh tore beneath my grip, splitting like overripe fruit. Skin peeled in ribbons, curling away from the muscle as my claws raked through bodies like paper. Screams followed me—shrill, endless, like the wails of mourning ghosts trapped in a requiem that would never end. Their agony didn’t touch me. It fed something deeper. Darker. I was not just killing—I was reveling. I was the god of ruin, and this was my temple of slaughter.

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.