Chapter 3 – Wrath of the Divine Sons
The sky thundered… and five furious voices roared together—
"Dare you touch our father, and you'll be destroyed!"
The entire Divine Realm fell silent.
A stillness spread everywhere.
All gods looked up…
where five mysterious figures were descending slowly from the sky.
Their mere presence was so intense, it felt like the earth might crack.
Dust swirled at their footsteps, and the air grew heavy.
These were — the Five Sons of the Supreme God.
No one had ever seen them together before,
and now… they stood united.
The eldest among them, visibly the most radiant,
stepped forward and roared—
"The moment you raised your hands against our father, you signed your own end."
The second son's eyes turned blood red,
lightning crackled around him—
"We remained silent thinking you were loyal.
But today, you've proven betrayal runs in your blood."
The third one didn't speak—he simply twisted his palm,
and a burning trident appeared.
The fourth and fifth marked a symbol on the ground,
freezing the atmosphere in place.
Then, from the crowd, one god stepped forward—
Vaikral. The very one who had struck the first blow on the Supreme God.
He declared—
"What will you five do? Today we are united.
The Supreme God's reign is over.
Now you are his last shadow — and we will erase that too."
But the five sons stepped ahead.
No fear in their eyes, no mercy.
Only rage… and vengeance.
System alerted Yashraj—
"Yash… their power is not ordinary.
This war is about to reach a new level."
Once again, the battlefield trembled.
On one side—ten thousand gods.
And on the other—only five sons.
But the aura around them…
was no less than an army.
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Vaikral stepped forward,
holding an ancient warblade—
a weapon given only to high-rank gods.
There was arrogance in his eyes,
because he had landed the first blow on the Supreme God…
and now, he aimed to destroy his sons as well.
Vaikral shouted—
"Be it five or fifty... you all combined cannot defeat me!"
But the five looked at each other.
No anger… just calm—
the calm before a storm.
The first son – Auron moved forward.
His eyes emitted a blue glow.
His energy felt cool…
but the heat of his hidden fury had already reached Vaikral.
Vaikral swung his warblade and said—
"Come! Show me what you've got!"
Auron simply smiled—
and in a second, his body released a tenfold energy burst
that hit Vaikral directly.
Vaikral raised his blade to block…
but his hand shook.
"What was that?!" Vaikral shouted in anger,
"My bones are vibrating from just one attack?!"
Now came the second son — Kael.
He was the fastest.
His speed was impossible to track with the eyes.
One moment he was behind Vaikral…
the next, in front.
Kael said—
"You attacked our father on his weakest day…
Now begins the weakest moment of your life."
And then began the divine sons' assault.
Auron – energy blasts
Kael – speed strikes
Tharion – brute force
Mioren – divine chains
Zeir – mind-shattering illusions
Vaikral was surrounded from all sides.
His armor began to crack,
and fear was visible in his eyes.
His breaths were heavy,
his armor shattered, hands trembling—
and the five sons had floored him completely.
The divine energies swirling around him
shattered his ego into pieces.
But Vaikral wasn't someone who accepted defeat.
He spit blood onto the ground and shouted—
"If you all remain silent…
then you're next!"
His voice was so terrifying
that the anger of the remaining 10,000 gods erupted.
One of the gods shouted—
"Yes! If we don't stop the Supreme God's sons now…
our end is inevitable!"
And one after another,
all gods charged into the battlefield.
Divine Sons vs 10,000 Gods — The Great War began.
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Elsewhere—
In the midst of war, Vaikral was mumbling to himself—
"I knew… one day these divine sons would return.
And when they do… I'll have to use Plan B."
He raised his palm into the air,
and activated an ancient divine seal—
CRACK!
The earth began to shatter, and a black vortex spun in the sky.
From that vortex descended… 5 Elder Warriors.
These were the gods banished ages ago.
Neither pure nor impure—
they were Vaikral's most dangerous trump cards.
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Meanwhile, the five brothers had wiped out half the battlefield.
Piles of corpses surrounded them.
The sky had turned red and divine ashes floated in the air.
Just then… the eldest son, Auron, stepped forward…
but a drop of blood splashed across his face.
"Kh…"
He looked down—
a sharpened soul-blade had pierced through his chest.
And standing in front of him was—
Elder Krosan, the most dangerous of the five Elders.
"Auron… you may be powerful,
but we come from a time…
where your name didn't even exist."
Auron staggered back—
and for the first time, there was pain in his eyes.
The expressions of the divine sons changed—
they were no longer just angry…
they now wanted revenge.
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Next chapter coming soon…