Chapter 103
BOOOOM!!!
The sound tore through creation like a planet shattering.
The skies convulsed. Space itself twisted as if an invisible fist had punched through the heart of the universe.
The air vibrated with a deafening rhythm GBIM! GBIM! each beat louder, faster, heavier. It was the sound of a collapsing cosmos.
Arin's eyes snapped open. "What what is this?!"
Her nine golden rings blazed around her, pulsing like suns on the verge of explosion. Beneath her, reality bent and warped, and from the very fabric of the void… shapes began to crawl out.
One by one, figures emerged from nothingness—tall, radiant, terrible.
First came Seraphae, wings blackened by rebirth; then Varhl, his armour cracked but his eyes blazing with disbelief; then Kaelrus, whose very breath burned galaxies; and after them more—Tyrak, Velaros, Zamalek, and the others who had once ruled the dimensions.
Every god Arin had slain now stepped out of the void she herself had carved.
Her lips parted. "No… that's impossible…"
She turned to her sons Januza and Azerin who still floated above her, their hands clasped together, their bodies radiating divine fire.
"They… they only just awakened," she whispered, her voice trembling. "How… how can they already perform the Requiem of Resurrection?"
Her nine rings began to tremble wildly, the light flickering like an unstable star. The energy pouring from the brothers was weaving into the rings themselves manipulating them, commanding them.
Arin's eyes widened in shock. "They're… manipulating the Rings of the Supreme!"
The space around them fractured, each crack vomiting golden light. From those cracks the dead gods poured forth, their return accompanied by the hum of creation itself trying to rewrite what was lost.
Varhl stumbled forward, his mighty frame shaking. "I… I was dead…"
The others looked around, confused, horrified.
Velaros clutched at his chest, remembering the final moment when Arin's hands had pierced his heart. "This… this can't be real…"
The gods raised their eyes and what they saw made even divinity falter.
Above them stood Januza and Azerin, their bodies glowing like living constellations. Their power dwarfed even the gods of creation. The air around them shimmered with mana so dense it distorted space itself.
Varhl whispered, "No… that gesture… those hand signs…"
Tyrak's voice trembled. "The Requiem of Resurrection a divine technique only gods may wield!"
"But they're human!" cried Zamalek, god of mischief, his voice laced with panic. "How are they doing this?!"
He tried to sense their energy stretching out his consciousness to measure their strength. But the instant his mind brushed against their aura, a choking pressure slammed down on him. It felt like a blade pressed against his throat.
He fell to his knees, gasping. "Th-this isn't mana… it's annihilation!"
He looked up, trembling. "They're… they're Arin's children!"
The words rippled through the gathered gods. A hush fell fear, reverence, disbelief all mixed together. The goddess who had killed them now stood before them, weakened, bleeding, yet somehow her blood had birthed something far greater than they ever were.
Arin herself was frozen, watching as her sons shone brighter and brighter. "Boys… what have you done…?"
But even as the gods revived, even as existence reshaped itself, the sky did not calm. The beats continued
GBIM. GBIM.
The sound grew sharper. Faster. Louder.
Each pulse made the very fabric of the world tremble.
Januza turned sharply. "Mother… that sound—!"
Arin's gaze flicked upward. The heavens were glowing red, the very light of reality pulsing like a beating heart. From that heart, waves of mana cascaded downward, ripping through dimensions. The gods looked to the sky in terror.
Varhl screamed, "Arin-sama! What is going on?!"
GBIM GBIM GBIM GBIM!!
The rhythm quickened until it was a constant roar. The world was shaking apart.
Far away in a small, quiet village untouched by divine battles Kael looked up at the chaos . The hammer slipped from his fingers as he felt the vibration crawl through his bones Arin!!!.
All across the land, villagers looked to the heavens. The sound echoed through every soul.
And then
"MOTHER!!!"
Januza screamed as the sky split open again.
He and Azerin shot downward in a burst of orange light, cutting through the collapsing void. The air around them disintegrated, their speed tearing holes in the atmosphere.
They reached Arin and threw their arms out wide, shielding her just as a colossal wave of mana erupted from the heavens.
BOOOOM!
A shockwave of pure energy exploded outward.
Dimensions shattered like fragile glass.
Reality folded in on itself.
The gods were hurled backward like leaves in a storm, their roars swallowed by the blinding light.
Arin's eyes widened. She saw the world around her distort ceans and continents twisting into spirals, constellations melting into rivers of color.
Her sons floated before her, glowing brighter than ever. Their forms were beginning to blur, as if their bodies were no longer bound by physical shape.
"Januza! Azerin!" she cried. "Stop! Your bodies can't handle this much mana!"
But they only turned and smiled, tears glimmering in their golden eyes.
"Mother," Azerin said softly, "we promised Father we'd protect you."
"Even if it costs everything," Januza finished.
Arin reached for them, but the light swallowed her hand.
"NOOOOO!!!"
The blast swept through the heavens.
A wave of mana surged across the entire universe, burning through time and space alike.
Worlds shattered. Dimensions crumbled. Even the gods revived only moments ago were flung apart, their cries echoing across the void.
But from within that blinding maelstrom, a new pulse emerged.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The heartbeat of creation itself.
The light stretched beyond the known stars, reaching the farthest corners of existence and beyond, into other realities. Entire timelines rewrote themselves. Memories shifted. Life screamed as it was erased and born anew.
When the brilliance finally faded, the universe was quiet.
The endless void had been replaced by a vast, fertile world its skies reborn, its oceans gleaming like mirrors. Mana drifted through the air in visible streams, whispering like the breath of a newborn cosmos.
Arin lay upon a grassy plain, her body weak, her rings dim and cracked. The nine golden circles still floated faintly around her, their glow flickering like candles. She blinked slowly, her vision hazy.
"Januza… Azerin…" she whispered.
But only the wind answered.
Her fingers brushed against the earth soft, alive, humming with power.
She could feel it—the energy of her sons flowing through the planet itself.
Impossible!!!
Her eyes widened. "You… you became one with the world..."
Above, the shattered gods hovered in stunned silence. Even they could not comprehend what had just occurred. Their power felt small insignificant before this new creation.
Varhl landed near Arin, kneeling. "Arin-sama… what have they done…?"
Arin stared into the horizon, tears streaming down her cheeks. "They… merged with the universe they remade existence."
The air pulsed once more Boom! and waves of mana rolled across the newborn earth.
The gods looked around as the energy seeped into every living thing stones, trees, beasts, and even the fragile mortals who stirred awake beneath the dawn.
And then, it happened.
Across the world, humans began to glow.
Their eyes flickered with light. Their bodies trembled as new power surged through their veins foreign, yet familiar.
Mana.
The essence of the new gods The legacy of Januza and Azerin.
Arin smiled weakly, her voice trembling. "Humans... with magic..."
She exhaled softly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "You did it, my sons…"
And so the world changed.
Dimensions came and with came monsters and with it came hunters!
Years passed and years passed
Steel towers scraped the skies. Cities buzzed with magic. Across continents, shimmering portals connected realms. And at the center of it all stood the Hunters humans who wielded mana to fight the monsters that crawled from the void.
In a darkened hall lined with ancient murals, a deep voice echoed.
"Do you understand now, Renji?"
The young man stared across the table, eyes wide. "Wait you're saying…?"
Before he could finish, Dracan raised a hand. His eyes gleamed beneath the dim light. "Yes. The gods' mana created the Hunters."
The God's mana was meant to destroy the entire universe but januza and Azerin merged with the universe and stabled it and the waves of mana that pulsed through the universe merged with billions of humans
Those who had the power to handle the energy became mana dwellers
The room fell silent. Around the table, Takeda, Hiroto, Choji, and the others exchanged stunned glances.
Renji swallowed hard. "Then that wave…
Dracan cut it again yes renji the hunters as been alive for two thousand years …"
Dracan nodded slowly. "It was no ordinary cataclysm. It was the moment humans inherited divinity."
Takeda leaned forward. "And those two brothers Januza and Azerin—you're saying they—"
"They gave us this world," Dracan said softly. "Their sacrifice tore open the heavens and remade creation. Without them, mana would not exist. Without them, there would be no Hunters."
They wouldn't even be a human race
Renji looked up at the mural behind Dracan a painting of a woman with nine golden rings, her hair flowing like starlight, and beside her two radiant figures reaching toward the sky...
This painting even takeda doesn't know who and what that is!!!
You have a painting of the mother of all magic
He whispered, "Arin… the Mother of All Magic…"
Dracan's gaze softened. "Yes. The one who defied the gods, and in doing so, birthed a world beyond them."
Silence fell again.
Outside, thunder rumbled faintly over the city
GBIM. GBIM.
Renji felt it in his chest and smiled faintly.
You are not a bad person are you janzua ?
Then he continued ,but ...I don't understand how does this correlate with him becoming the god of destruction
If he saved humanity from being wipped out
Then how did he become the destruction god and if he has a brother why hasn't he showed up yet
Is he dead?? There are Alot of if's and but's in this story..
You're right renji Dracan replied No one knows what happened not even I know why he became the God of destruction even I don't know what happened to his mother or his brother
Or why the God's of creation waged war again even after being brought back to life..
This is as far as I know, But..! If you want answers you have the pinnacle of destruction within you
Ask him everything u need to know.