The path to the Seventh Seal was unlike anything Kael had faced.
This wasn't a realm of fire, ice, or divine light.
This was a place forgotten by time itself.
A rift opened before Kael—a swirling vortex of shadow and ancient blood magic. Even Azrion hesitated.
> "Kael… this place was sealed by my mother. Not even I know what lies within."
> "Did she… try to protect you?" Kael asked softly.
Azrion didn't answer.
> "Or… was she trying to protect the world from you?"
Silence.
Kael stepped forward anyway.
He wasn't the same boy who cried behind school walls. He was no longer weak. He had fought gods, monsters, himself.
But the moment he crossed into the rift—he understood fear again.
The Bleeding World
The world was silent. Dead.
Kael stood in a realm bathed in crimson mist, where the sky bled and the ground pulsed like flesh. Ruins floated in the air—massive bones of long-dead beasts and towers made of screaming stone.
Here, memories were alive.
Kael touched a broken pillar, and instantly—
> A vision flooded him:
Azrion, younger than ever, crying in a cave. His arms held a dying woman—black blood flowing from her eyes.
She touched his face, whispering in a tongue Kael couldn't understand.
Azrion's voice broke through.
> "She died protecting me from the gods… But also from herself."
> "She was a half-demon, half-god. The first of her kind. She gave birth to a monster… me."
Kael stumbled back.
His heart raced.
The more truth he learned, the more he feared.
Was Azrion truly born evil, or was he simply a curse created by both sides?
The Watcher
As Kael approached the Seventh Seal—buried in a massive crimson crystal—he felt it.
He was not alone.
A twisted figure crawled from the mist. Its face was Kael's… but older, crueler, darker.
> "You will become him," it hissed.
"Just like the last host. Just like the others."
> "There were others?" Kael demanded.
Azrion spoke slowly. Painfully.
> "There were five before you."
> "Each one failed… Each one broke."
> "But you, Kael… you are different. You remind me of who I once was."
Kael gritted his teeth.
> "Then tell me the whole truth. No more secrets."
Azrion sighed.
> "I was never meant to be the savior of demons…"
"I was meant to destroy everything—gods, demons, mortals."
"But my mother sealed that part of me away."
> "You are not my vessel, Kael…"
"You are my anchor."
The Seventh Seal Shatters
Kael touched the crimson crystal.
It cracked instantly.
A tidal wave of memories, rage, power, and forgotten pain surged into him. He screamed, falling to his knees as the ground around him exploded in red lightning.
Azrion's full essence—his soul—was now unchained.
> "The seventh seal is broken," Azrion said, his voice no longer just inside Kael, but all around him.
> "I… am whole again."
Far Above
The gods watched in silence.
One god—the one cloaked in darkness—spoke with a cruel smile.
> "So he finally returns. I wonder… will he come for revenge?"
The oldest god, his voice trembling, replied:
> "Not revenge…
He will come for the truth.
And we are not ready."