Gods don't send warnings.They send weapons with names.And the first name sent for Kael… was Seren Aros.An Excision Blade.And a reminder that he is no longer prey — but a target.
Three days had passed since the sky split open and the divine Eye revealed itself. Across every realm, it was seen. Worshipped. Feared.
In the mortal realm, it meant only one thing.
Kael was no longer unknown.He was declared.
And so, the higher realms moved.
Not gods — not yet.But something worse.
Divine Hunters.
They were known as Excision Blades — mortals reforged through trial, torture, and stolen god-fragments. Each had slain at least one Ascendant. Each bore a title, not a name.
Their mission was absolute:Erase anomalies. Purge echoes. Kill Kael.
The first to descend was Seren Aros — the Silent Fang, wielder of a blade not forged, but whispered into existence. A weapon made from crystallized fear — the Whisper Fang.
When she landed outside Ashport, space folded around her.
People screamed without knowing why.Mirrors cracked.Children forgot their names.
Kael felt her before he saw her.
Cold. Not in temperature. But presence. A void that devours identity.
Kara Yil stood by his side, preparing spells and bloodrunes. "She's an Excision Blade. I fight with you."
Kael shook his head.
"No. This is my past calling my name."
And he stepped forward.
Seren didn't speak. She blinked — and the world skipped a frame.
Her blade lashed out, not with sound, but with absence. It didn't strike air. It struck memory.
Kael staggered.
But Soulbound flared.
The blow passed through an illusion, conjured by Shadow Echo, and bent sideways — redirected into nothing.
Kael didn't waste the moment.
His halberd split, transforming into twin glaives, dancing with pulsing light and void-threaded shadow. He blinked between dimensional folds — a step left took him six feet forward.
Seren twisted, adapting instantly.The Fang curved.It nearly kissed his throat—
But Echo Nova pulsed.
Kael unleashed the fragment energy — a blast of raw will and soul-force. The ground ruptured in concentric rings. Space rippled. Sound fractured.
A crater bloomed — a jagged, smoking abyss nearly two miles wide.
Silence.
Kael stood at the center, breath ragged, glaives fading back to ether.
Seren knelt at the rim of the ruin, blood dripping from her lips, half her body dissolving into ash and starlight.
Her final words?
Soft. Chilling. Certain.
"You're not the first, Kael'thaeon.""But you'll be the last."
Then she was gone.
Kael stood alone in the aftermath.
And for a moment, he was afraid.
Not of death.Not of the gods.
But of what else might be coming.
If she was just the first... what were the others like?
[End of Chapter 10]
Far beneath the continent, in the drowned city of Vael'thir, an ancient Grave stirred — and it remembered his name.
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The Third Fragment sleeps within the Grave of Memory, buried beneath the flooded ruins of Vael'thir — a city no longer found on any map.
To reach it, Kael must confront echoes of forgotten lives and face guardians who do not fight with weapons... but with truths.
And among them waits a Librarian who once knew Aeon better than anyone.
Because he helped kill him.