Against The True Gods

When Caine's vision cleared, he found himself in an endless expanse of white fog, standing on floors of smooth white stone.

Above him, a colossal sun hung high in the sky, its brilliant rays seeping through the dense fog, casting ethereal beams of light that created a divine and unforgettable scene. The air shimmered with a surreal tranquility, an illusion of peace that felt almost mocking.

But Caine's gaze didn't linger on this spectacle. His necklace, Emerald Embrace, flared with light, and in an instant, tight-fitting white armor enveloped his frame, its surface shimmering with protective runes.

In his hand, End's Oath materialized, the weapon radiating terrifying waves of power.

Caine's gaze was calm, yet behind that calmness lay a seriousness he had never shown before—a readiness to face the impossible.

Suddenly, high above in the depths of the blinding fog, a faint outline formed. The colossal, all-seeing World Will Eye opened, its presence washing over the arena like a tidal wave.

"My child." The voice of the World Will Eye was a fusion of thunder, wind, and the rustling of ancient forests. It rattled Caine's bones and vibrated through his core. "It seems you are surrounded by snakes."

Caine didn't respond, but he understood immediately. The message was clear: he was too weak for these trials, not by ordinary standards, but by the standards set by those who sought his failure. Yet, this did not faze him. He welcomed the challenge.

"These grounds are not trials," the World Will Eye continued, its voice layered with a subtle hint of emotion. "They are great cullers. Designed to strip away the false kings and forge the True Emperors from the flames of endless carnage."

"Whether you perish, emerge broken, or rise to conquer these challenges is up to you, child of spirits."

"Grasp the stars if you dare, and do not shrink from their light."

As the words faded, the World Will Eye dissolved into the sun, leaving behind a heavy silence.

In front of Caine, a figure began to take shape.

It was an entity of pure white qi, its mane ablaze with radiant fire, its form clad in chaotic dark gold qi armor, and long, feathered wings unfurled from its back—the embodiment of power and purity. This was a World Avatar.

But unlike the one he had faced before, this one pulsed with overwhelming strength. And it wasn't alone.

As Caine readied himself, his eyes widened. Around him, more figures materialized—first a dozen, then a hundred, then thousands, then hundreds of thousands. He stopped counting.

The arena was filled with a sea of World Avatars, their combined auras forming an oppressive storm that sought to crush him.

Caine inhaled deeply. Calm settled over him.

He didn't fear death; he feared how he would die. Would he fall with his back straight, eyes glaring defiantly at the heavens? Or would he crumble, bowed and trembling beneath divine judgment?

Would he swing his weapon to claim victory or to merely defend himself? Would his heart beat with fear or hope?

In the face of annihilation, all he saw was the path ahead—a path paved with torn bodies, shattered souls, and victory.

A feral light ignited in his eyes, a defiance that countered the pressure radiating from the Avatars. For a moment, the battlefield froze.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOM!

Neutral qi surged around Caine, threading itself like silver silk through the air. His silver crown shimmered above his head, and with a surge of power, he leaped into the heart of the enemy swarm.

His eyes flickered, and with a single thought, thousands of summons erupted into existence around him. They wielded blades of condensed qi, their movements precise and deadly, all tethered to his Will through shimmering threads of energy.

They were extensions of him, guided by his mind. They fought with reckless abandon, using their immortality as a weapon. Each time an Avatar fell, Caine whispered, [Nameless Call], and a new summon was born—stronger, fiercer.

Caine himself moved like lightning, his spear a blur of fury and precision. He darted into a cluster of Avatars, his eyes scanning rapidly, reading their every movement.

They responded immediately, surrounding him, weapons drawn. Caine crouched, a blade whistling above his head, then rolled aside to evade a beam of chaotic qi. He danced through the onslaught, his movements fluid and unnaturally precise, as if he could predict each attack before it came.

Suddenly, Fire and Water qi flowed from his Bond Space, surging through his veins and into his spear. The runes along its shaft blazed with emerald light as he swung upward.

A radiant arc of energy erupted from his spear, slicing through a wave of Avatars and buying him a momentary reprieve.

PURCHI!

A flash of white—the searing pain of a blade slicing his back. Blood sprayed, and Caine staggered forward. Another Avatar struck, its blade piercing his elbow, nearly severing his arm.

Caine gritted his teeth, his face pale but his resolve unshaken. He tore himself free from the blade and channeled his Blood Qi, his wounds sealing shut. But as his flesh mended, he coughed violently, black blood splattering the ground.

'Qi poison… sneaky bastards.'

His veins burned, his muscles trembled. Qi poison corroded his Blood Qi, turning it against him. The more powerful his Blood Qi, the more devastating the poison.

SPLAT!

A savage kick slammed into his chin, snapping his head back. He soared upward, his body caught by another Avatar that slammed him down like a rag doll.

BANG!

He hit the ground hard, choking on his own blood. The pain was excruciating, his body screaming in protest. But his mind remained focused, his Will unbroken.

The World Avatars closed in, their eyes glowing with merciless intent.

Yet, through the agony, Caine smiled—a grim, defiant smile.

'Pain means nothing. Failure is not an option.'

His silver crown blazed brighter, the threads connecting his summons shimmering with renewed intensity. His summons surged forward, blades flashing, tearing through the ranks of Avatars.

Caine pushed himself to his feet, his eyes burning with fury and determination. His grip on End's Oath tightened.

The battle was far from over. And he would not fall here.

He would fight.

He would conquer.

Or he would die with his back straight and his gaze fixed on the heavens.

'Again. Again. Again.'