Just as the forbidden goddess attacked the life bending wizard, the first rays of sunlight fell on the battlefield.
The Forbidden Goddess let out a piercing scream that echoed through the battlefield, shaking the very ground. In an instant, she vanished into the depths of the Demon Castle, leaving behind a scattered army with no clear command.
Philip’s generals, their expressions twisted in fear, hesitated for a moment before turning their backs and rushing towards the castle. The once-mighty demon forces, now leaderless and broken, began a frenzied retreat. Panic spread like wildfire among their ranks.
On the other side, the Life Bender, standing tall on Sparky’s back, exhaled slowly. His frail body trembled, his skin now resembling dried parchment. With the last remnants of his strength, he raised both arms. The battlefield shook, and within seconds, a three million demons gasped as their life force was drained. Their bodies turned to dust, carried away by the wind.
A deep, eerie silence settled over the battlefield. Not a single human soldier moved or spoke. All eyes were locked onto the Life Bender, whose once powerful aura now flickered like a dying flame.
Madam Clark and Elarin rushed forward as Sparky landed softly, allowing the Life Bender to slip down from its back. Clark caught him just in time before his frail body collapsed completely.
“You… saved us,” Madam Clark whispered, tears streaking down her face.
The Life Bender gave a weak smile.
“Not for long… the true battle is still ahead. You, little beast…” the old man muttered as he turned toward Sparky, who let out a low growl in response. “Follow the Northern Star and reach Garuda Mountain. Gather all the Garuda race herbs from there. Hurry… time is not on our side.”
Understanding the urgency, Sparky let out a roar. Fatty Ben immediately jumped onto the dragon’s back without hesitation. “We’ll be back before sunset,” he promised before Sparky shot into the sky, disappearing over the horizon.
As the sun raised over the Spirit World, murmurs of unrest spread like wildfire. The battlefield between humans and demons had shaken the very balance of existence. The war was no longer just a battle between two mortal factions; it had disturbed the fundamental laws of the Spirit World itself.
Inside the grand halls of lesser gods and celestial races, panic set in. Several races, noble families, and even lesser gods began approaching the divine courts with grievances.
“The tectonic plates in the Flame Realm have cracked,” A noble from the Fire Clan added. “Lava floods have wiped out entire settlements! If this continues, the balance of our realms will shatter!”
An elder from the Ancient Spirit Tree Clan clenched his fist. “This war needs to end. If the humans and demons continue their fight, the Spirit World will suffer irreparable damage.”
“The forbidden goddess must be stopped. Once she finishes humans, we will be her next target.” Several people complained before the court of war god.
However, amidst the chaos, The gods had decreed their neutrality, and none were foolish enough to act against their will. Yet, a single question hung in the air.
“How long will this last?”
Meanwhile, the Storm God had rushed to the War God’s palace, his face etched with worry. As he stepped into the grand celestial throne room, he found the War God standing motionless, his gaze locked onto the battlefield below through his divine glass orb.
“You’ve seen it too?” the Storm God asked cautiously.
The War God sighed deeply. “Yes.”
“Kent’s dying.”
The War God turned his gaze to his longtime ally. “If he dies… then I lose my chance to ascend.”
The Storm God clenched his fists. “That Forbidden Goddess… she’s the real problem, not other. Kent was supposed to be the key to your rise, but now the balance has shifted. If he dies, the Spirit World will drown in chaos.”
The War God’s expression darkened. “I can’t interfere. The decree was set. But damn it, I cannot sit idly by while my greatest warrior falls.”
The Storm God exhaled sharply. “So what do we do?”
“We wait,” the War God said, his voice heavy with frustration. “If fate truly favors him, something will intervene. If not… then we must burn down the demon castle.”
Deep inside the Demon Castle, the Forbidden Goddess stormed into the treasure vault, her golden dagger glowing with a malevolent aura.
“All generals, prepare the army!” she commanded, her voice echoing through the dark corridors.
One by one, the remaining demon generals knelt before her. “Your will is our command, My Queen,” they chanted in unison.
She waved her hand, and from the depths of the castle, millions of enchanted weapons, talismans, and cursed artifacts floated into the hands of every demon soldier. “Use everything. I don’t care about reserves. Tomorrow, I will personally erase every last human from this battlefield!”
The demons erupted into deafening roars, their morale reignited by the gifts of their forbidden goddess. Their armor gleamed under the flickering torches of the treasury, and their eyes burned with vengeance.
Inside her private chambers, the Forbidden Goddess stood before an ancient black mirror. A dark mist swirled within, and slowly, a faint voice resonated from the depths.
“My lady,” the voice whispered.
“Hell Oracle,” the goddess replied, “Tell me… will my victory be absolute?”
A long silence followed before the eerie voice spoke again. “The one who burns with golden flames… he is not yet gone. As long as the dragon lord breathes, you can’t rule again.”
The goddess clenched her fists. “Impossible! My spell was absolute! He is rotting as we speak!”
“The Dragon does not die so easily,” the Dark Oracle warned. “Beware… he is not alone.”
For the first time in centuries, a sliver of doubt crossed the Forbidden Goddess’s face. But it was quickly replaced by determination. “No matter. By sunset, there will be no one left to challenge me.”
While the battlefield was drenched in blood and tension, far away, inside the Mystic Palace, a different kind of gathering was taking place. The Space God, along with the Fire God, Frost God, God of Weapons, and a handful of other demi-gods, sat around a grand feasting table, sipping celestial wine and laughing.
“To the death of Kent!” the Fire God toasted.
“To the downfall of the War God’s ambitions,” the Frost God added.
The Space God smirked, leaning back in his ornate chair. “He really thought that mortal brat would carry him to ascension? What a joke.”
The God of Weapons chuckled. “He put all his hopes on a lower-realm human. The arrogance.”
The Space God raised his goblet high. “With Kent’s demise, the War God has no path forward. And that means, gentlemen, the position of Old God remains open for all of us.”
The laughter filled the palace.