CHAPTER TWENTY — Amon's Decision
(Written by Solomon Paul)
The Crucible World trembled as if the end had come.
Lightning tore through a sky made of blood and shadow; the earth cracked, spilling molten rivers that devoured everything they touched.
At the center of it all stood Amon — drenched in pain and silence.
Elioth's body lay before him, still and pale, his chest unmoving, his once-bright eyes closed forever.
Amon dropped to his knees. His hands shook as he tried to lift his friend, but Elioth's body was cold — empty. The realization struck him like a blade driven through the heart.
Amon (whispering): "You said we'd leave together… but you left me here instead."
His voice broke. The words vanished into the roaring wind as the Crucible began to collapse. He could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him — the guilt, the rage, the unbearable loss. His veins glowed with dark light, Shattering a seal within him.
Power surged through him, violent and endless, clawing its way out of his soul. The sky caved in; the world screamed back.
Amon: "If this place took you from me… then it doesn't deserve to exist."
The seal shattered. Darkness and light exploded outward in one final surge — a wave that tore through every mountain, every creature, every echo of the Crucible itself. The world folded in on itself, swallowed by the raw power of a god unbound.
When the light faded, nothing remained.
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Elvador Realm
Amon's eyes snapped open. His body jerked upright, drenched in cold sweat, lungs gasping for air. The familiar ceiling of the Mystical Chamber loomed above him, its runes glowing faintly.
He was back — but his chest felt hollow, as if part of him hadn't returned.
Wyvern stood at the edge of the room, silent. His usual sharp expression was gone, replaced by quiet sorrow.
Wyvern: "what happened back there Elioth—he didn't make it. ."
Amon's throat tightened. No tears came — just a deep, burning ache that refused to fade. He turned his gaze away, unable to meet Wyvern's eyes.
Amon: "He was strong. Stronger than I was, as for the world I destroyed it, a world like that doesn't deserve to exist."
Walking away in pain.
Lizard men (whispering) :"how could he destroy the crucible that hasn't been heard of."
Wyvern sighed, lowering his head.
Wyvern: "Sometimes strength isn't enough."
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Days passed.
Beneath the silver sky of Elvador, a grave was made on a hill that overlooked the ancient forests. The wind carried the faint scent of rain, and the ground was soft beneath Amon's knees.
He placed a small pendant — Elioth's broken talisman — over the mound of earth.
There were no prayers, no gods to call upon. Only silence.
Amon (softly): "You were the only one who believed I wasn't cursed… that I could be more. Rest easy, brother. I'll carry the fight for both of us."
The wind shifted, brushing his hair across his face. He stood slowly, the ache in his chest deep but steady.
As he turned to leave, a voice echoed through the still air — calm, old, and filled with something heavy.
???: "He was brave… just like his father."
Amon froze, his hand instinctively moving toward where his dagger once was. From the shadow of a nearby pillar, a figure emerged — tall, cloaked in gray, his presence both serene and powerful.
Amon: "Who are you?"
The stranger stopped a few paces away, then knelt gracefully.
???: "My name is Seraphiel. I was your mother's loyal servant — one of the angels who stood beside her when the heavens still sang her name."
Amon's eyes widened slightly.
Amon: "My mother…?"
Seraphiel: "Yes. The Angel of Dawn — radiant and defiant. She broke heaven's law when she gave you life. The gods feared what your existence meant, so they sealed you away, scattering your divine essence across the multiverse. You've only just broken the first chain."
Amon's heart pounded. The air grew colder, the gravity of his destiny sinking in.
He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Amon: "Then all of this—the Crucible, Elioth's death—it was part of that curse."
Seraphiel's gaze softened, though his voice remained solemn.
Seraphiel: "A curse… or a test. What lies ahead will demand more than strength. The Devil's Son Will rise to conquer the universe, you must be ready before then."
Amon lifted his head, eyes burning with purpose through the lingering grief.
Amon: "Then I'll be ready. I'll train, I'll fight, and I'll cross every world if I must. When the time comes, I will be far stronger ."
For the first time, Seraphiel's lips curved into a faint smile.
Seraphiel: "Then let the multiverse bear witness — the heir of the Dawn has chosen his path."
Amon turned toward the glowing horizon of Elvador. The light caught his silver hair and the faint cracks of divine power still pulsing beneath his skin.
He exhaled slowly, steady — no longer the lost boy from the Crucible, but something far greater beginning to awaken.
The wind carried his words into the heavens, And somewhere beyond .
To be continued.