Kael floated above the battlefield, the air around him trembling as if reality itself feared his presence. Mountains had become rivers, rivers had become fire, and the sky, a canvas of impossible colors, bent under his gaze.
A god of war, colossal and armored in molten stone, charged. Kael simply raised a finger. Time stuttered. The god's sword stopped mid-air, suspended as if trapped in invisible chains. With a blink, Kael rewrote the blade's trajectory back into the god's chest.
"Do you feel pain?" Kael's voice echoed, calm yet infinite.
"No I the god gasped, his existence flickering like a dying star. But Kael had already absorbed his essence, every skill, every strength, every memory folding into his own.
The battlefield was silent. A thousand armies watched, paralyzed by the impossibility of the scene. Kael turned, eyes glowing with raw multiversal energy. "This world, these laws they belong to me now. And soon, all realities will follow."
From the shadows, whispers of rebellion rose angels, demons, titans but Kael only smiled. With a thought, their abilities faded into nothing. Their destinies unmade.
For Kael Veyris was not just a warrior. He was the rewrite, the exception to every rule. And nothing no god, no law, no fate could resist him.