Several slashes of red claw light came crashing down from the sky, ripping through layers of flame as if fire itself had turned brittle. The air screamed where the attacks passed, heat dispersing in violent waves as Raz's defenses were torn apart one after another. What should have slowed the assault was instead swallowed, devoured, leaving only scorched space behind.

Raz could only dodge. Each step felt heavier than the last as he pushed his body to its limit, clinging to survival through instinct alone. In barely two minutes of fighting, he had already witnessed something deeply wrong. Enzo had shifted between three divine powers at once, weaving them together with unsettling ease.

Such a thing was unheard of. Most beings were born bound to a single law, their entire existence spent refining that one truth until it became second nature. To reach mastery took centuries. To abandon it mid battle and grasp another was almost unthinkable.

Enzo did not hesitate. He flowed between them like a predator changing fangs, every transition smooth, deliberate, and cruel. It was not just rare. It was dangerous.

"Die for me."

Another ghostly claw, dyed red and pulsing with borrowed divinity, was hurled into the air. It shrieked as it cut forward, piercing straight toward Raz with murderous intent. The pressure alone bent the ground beneath it.

Raz's worry was not unfounded. His senses screamed at him, warning of a threat that defied common sense. Yet even so, he forced himself to remember the truth he was clinging to.

No matter how monstrous Enzo seemed, he was still mortal.And Raz was still divine.

As the clouds thinned and broke apart, Raz's fire surged in response, swelling as though the sky itself had been choking it before. Heat flooded the battlefield, thick and oppressive, and with it came a sharp shift in balance. Enzo's borrowed powers began to dull, their effects weakening one by one, all except Sun Blaze which still burned stubbornly within him.

"Good."Raz straightened, his voice carrying a calm confidence edged with fury."Now allow me to show you the power of a true god."

Flames poured over his body, wrapping him in a blazing mantle that pulsed with raw authority. His core cracked open under the strain, divine liquid seeping through his flesh and spilling into the air. It burned everything it touched. Space shimmered, warped, and then scorched as the very atmosphere ignited around him.

The release was violent.

A shockwave erupted outward, flattening the ground and hurling Enzo like a broken doll into a distant wall. Stone shattered on impact. Enzo coughed violently, blood spraying from his mouth in thick bursts as his body slumped forward, barely held together by stubborn will.

Raz had not yet returned to his peak. The red moon still hung above, suppressing him, its presence gnawing at his strength. Even so, he was halfway there now, and that alone was overwhelming.

At this point, there was little Enzo could truly struggle against.

Except…

"Silent Zone."

The world collapsed inward.

Unable to strip away all of Raz's senses, Enzo chose the ones that mattered most. Sight vanished. Sound died. Even scent was erased, leaving Raz suspended in a suffocating void of nothingness. No warning followed. No hesitation.

Shadows peeled open and Enzo phased through them, reappearing far beyond Raz's reach.

Then he leapt.

He hurled himself into the air with everything he had left, rising high before gravity reclaimed him. Power gathered around his falling form, rage and desperation twisting together as he came crashing down with utmost fury, the impact promising ruin even to a god.

Using Frozen Breath, he drowned himself in ice, a biting shell forming over his body as he plunged downward. The cold screamed against the heat, allowing him to cut straight through the firewall Raz had instinctively raised. Flames recoiled and split apart, momentarily stunned by the sudden invasion of frost.

Void cutters followed.

They tore through space itself, carving jagged paths through reality before burying themselves into Raz's body. The screech they released was unbearable, metal and emptiness grinding together as the attacks embedded deep within divine flesh.

"Burst of wind."

The command detonated from within.

It was as if a bomb had been planted inside Raz's stomach. A violent explosion erupted inward, shredding his balance, churning his insides, and scrambling every sense he had left. His body convulsed midair, fire flickering erratically as his thoughts dissolved into a blinding haze.

Killing a god was no simple task. It required more than strength. More than courage.

It took a mind willing to go further than hesitation, one that accepted cruelty as a tool rather than a sin. Ending a life like this demanded intent, precision, and the resolve to see it through even as the world pushed back. There was no room for mercy in Enzo's thoughts, only momentum.

As the explosion rang out inside Raz's body, his form shuddered midair. Enzo did not wait. He ripped one dagger free and slashed straight for Raz's throat as gravity reclaimed them both, the wind screaming past their ears as they fell.

Killing an immortal divine being was not absurd. It was simply rare. One needed a weapon born from the same origin, or forged higher, something that could wound existence itself rather than flesh.

The void cutters were one such relic.

[You have blasphemed against the monarch of the life domain. You are therefore banished from his divine city.]

The moment Enzo struck the ground, an unseen force crushed around him. Space folded violently, green light swallowing his body as he was torn from the battlefield and hurled across realms, cast out like refuse into the depths of Greenwood Forest.

Just before the world snapped shut, Enzo caught a glimpse of him.

An old man staring down with eyes heavy with hatred.

Green hair flowed like moss in a quiet wind, and in his hand rested a staff of interwoven stems worn smooth by time. The sight alone clawed at Enzo's mind, ancient pressure pressing down until his thoughts trembled on the edge of collapse.

"Sigh, what a disappointment. Nearly killed by a mortal bushman."

The monarch of life's voice echoed through the air as Enzo vanished, vast and cold, though his body never manifested. The words lingered like judgment carved into the sky.

"Father."

Raz slowly pushed himself upright, fingers brushing his neck as torn flesh knitted itself back together. Warmth spread through him as the familiar presence settled over the battlefield, heavy and undeniable.

"I don't know what to say to you. Victoria was right about you. You are nothing but a piece of rubbish."

The old man shook his head, gaze drifting toward the distant clash where Victoria still fought the red sun legioneers. His expression carried neither anger nor pride, only disappointment sharpened by age.

With a single wave of his hand, space bent. The legioneers and Victoria vanished in an instant transported far away so as not to indirectly cause further damage.

With a sigh, the monarch of life disappeared. Space and time shimmered briefly where he stood, folding inward before sealing shut, leaving the battlefield colder than before.

At this moment, Raz clenched his fists and turned his gaze toward Greenwood Forest far in the distance. His nails dug into his palms as divine energy rippled faintly around him, the sky itself seeming to hold its breath.

This entire episode had branded him with shame. His father, the lord of his divine kingdom, had been forced to intervene. The realization burned deeper than any wound, twisting in his chest with raw frustration that refused to settle.

Victoria was no longer within easy reach. Not now. His father had seen to that, severing their paths with deliberate precision. Revenge against her would have to wait, buried beneath pride and silence.

But Enzo was different.

Raz was not uncertain. Not even the slightlest bit. He knew exactly where that boy had been thrown, felt it like a thorn lodged deep in his awareness, pulsing with direction and intent.

Without hesitation, Raz rose into the air. Divine flame poured down from the newly liberated skies, washing over his form as his presence ignited. In a single violent burst, he launched forward, tearing through the heavens as he shot straight toward the heart of Greenwood Forest.

He brought with him flames, fire so intense it scorched the air itself. A glorious blaze trailed his path, radiant and furious, lighting up Furnace City as though a second sun had been born. Streets below glowed red, shadows stretching as countless eyes were drawn upward, drawn by instinct and fear alike.

Then came the impact.

The force of his descent detonated in a violent eruption, earth and flame tearing outward in a thunderous roar. A towering bonfire surged into the sky, spiraling heat and embers high above the city, a blazing beacon impossible to ignore. It stood as a declaration, a warning carved in fire for all who dared to look.

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