Chapter 33 — The First Unleashing
The silver road quaked beneath Krish's feet, its glow rippling like waves across the endless void. He stood in silence, wings spread wide, the scars of his two-hundred-year struggle still etched across his body. But now, he no longer hid the truth within him. The time had come to release it.
For the first time since unifying the four forbidden elements, he allowed his body to answer the call of all fourteen.
He drew a deep breath, and the universe trembled.
⚡ Lightning burst from his veins, arcing across the void, splitting apart fragments of starlight with deafening cracks.
🌪 Winds howled through the broken space, tearing at the fragments of law like blades.
⛰ The ground of the silver road shuddered, mountains rising and collapsing in the blink of an eye.
🔥 Fire bled from his blood itself, rivers of molten flame spilling into the void, devouring even the silence.
💧 Torrents of water surged outward, flooding the battlefield with currents that swirled around him like oceans suspended in the sky.
🌿 Plants bloomed uncontrollably, great forests of glowing essence wrapping the void in roots that pierced even stars.
☀️ Light blazed from his wings, illuminating galaxies with a brilliance too pure to look upon.
🌑 Darkness immediately followed, swallowing half the battlefield in silence, as if to deny the existence of light.
🌌 Space twisted violently, rifts opening and collapsing as infinity folded upon itself.
⏳ Time fractured, layers of past, present, and future overlapping until countless Krishes walked beside him.
🌿 Life surged, birthing suns and rivers of essence, creation blooming with every breath he took.
☠️ Death countered, silencing them in cold shadows, reducing them to dust before they could blossom.
✨ Creation itself poured out from his core, weaving worlds in every direction.
⚡ Destruction immediately followed, tearing those worlds apart in crimson storms of ruin.
The void bent, the silver road cracked, and the Earth-Level Universe itself trembled in recognition of what it had birthed.
From the broken silence, the guardians of the road stirred. They emerged as towering figures—stone, fire, shadow, light—each one born from the elements themselves. At first, they approached in silence, kneeling one by one, as though acknowledging the impossible balance Krish carried within him.
But the Universe was not so easily moved.
The kneeling guardians shattered in unison, fragments of their essence merging into one colossal titan. It rose taller than worlds, its eyes blazing with all fourteen elements intertwined. Its body was forged of fire and stone, wrapped in rivers of water and wind, crowned with light and shadow, its breath carrying the pulse of time, life, death, creation, and destruction.
"You cannot hold what belongs to all," the titan thundered, its voice echoing through every fragment of existence. "Fourteen will not serve one vessel. You will collapse, and balance will be restored."
It raised its hand, drawing the battlefield into chaos. Firestorms fell from its