Lumen rose to his feet
The temperature plummeted in a heartbeat.
A scream of grief tore from the moon god’s throat, and in the same instant—
SHRRRRK—!
Hundreds.
Thousands of razor-edged ice shards crystallized mid-air, all pointed at the boy who had just torn the sun god’s throat open.
Arlen’s laugh echoed across the frozen plain, cold and cruel.
“Do you feel it, Lumen? That hole ripping inside your chest?
Good.
I had a brother too. And a family. And a friend.”
His smile twisted.
“But one of your gods brainwashed them… turned them into puppets… made them kill me.
So cry all you want—
all of you parasites will pay.
Lumen’s eyes blazed white with hatred.
“VILLAIN! YOU’LL DIE HERE!”
The sky rained ice.
Arlen dashed forward, demonic eye flaring alive—
every shard’s path visible to him like painted lines.
CLANG—SHH—TINK—
Soul Eater deflected each spike as he wove through the storm, closing the distance in seconds.
STAB.
Soul Eater plunged into Lumen’s stomach.
Arlen leaned in, grinning.
“It’s over.”
But Lumen… smiled back.
Blood spilled down his chin, but the mad glint in his eye didn’t fade.
“You underestimated a god, mortal.
I shifted my core at the last moment.”
His voice cracked with hate.
“You will pay for Helios!”
The air exploded.
This time it wasn’t thousands.
It wasn’t millions.
It was an ocean of white.
A blizzard shaped into a billion blades.
Even Cornea’s eyes narrowed.
“His grief has amplified his divinity… his emotions are spiralling into raw power.”
For the first time
His body tore open faster than he could regenerate.
Wounds split. Ice cut. His skin blistered under the cold.
He staggered back, freezing blood spilling from every gash.
But then—
Arlen roared.
And everything—
Lumen. The plain. The sky.
—everything shook.
A pressure erupted from his core, crushing Lumen’s soul under its weight.
Two tiny sparks ignited in Arlen’s palms.
Small, but impossibly hot.
Fire.
Helios’s fire.
The sun god’s blood inside him responded to his hatred.
Arlen smirked through the carnage.
“You parasites don’t deserve emotions.”
He clapped his burning hands together—
The flames exploded outward, devouring every ice shard in existence.
Millions of blades turned to steam in a heartbeat.
Lumen gasped.
“No… Helios’s fire… you—”
STAB.
Arlen’s blade slammed into his chest—
this time piercing the hidden core.
Lumen’s body convulsed, disbelief and despair carved into his fading expression.
Arlen whispered, lips almost brushing the god’s ear—
“You died by your brother’s flame.
Tell me… how does that
He didn’t wait for an answer.
He tore into Lumen’s neck, ripping out the divine artery, drinking the moon god’s blood as the immortal body crumbled beneath him.
The silence after was absolute.
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Cornea stepped beside him, shadows dancing behind her, eyes glowing with cruel pride.
“Congratulations, Arlen,” she purred.
Her smile was a razor’s edge.
Arlen wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand — crimson smeared across his cheek like war paint. His eyes glowed with a feverish hunger.
“So,” he said, breath still heavy with the thrill of slaughter,
“who’s our next target?”
Cornea’s lips curled into a shape that wasn’t a smile so much as a . Shadows twisted around her as if bowing to her mood.
“Ahh, Arlen… you’re getting addicted to killing gods.”
Her voice dripped with pride and wickedness.
“I like that.”
Then her expression hardened—dangerously serious.
“Your next target is a special one,” she said.
“Unlike other gods who hide in heaven and descend only to rule, this goddess walked among her creations
Her voice dropped lower.
“She is called Dryas, the Goddess of Nature
The kindest of all gods… so the world claims.”
Arlen raised a brow. “Kindest?”
Cornea nodded slowly.
“Yes. Kind… but powerful. Not a lesser god. She is born directly from Aethel’s essence of life and growth.
And she is the biggest obstacle
“Why?”
Cornea’s expression sharpened.
“Because unlike other gods, she can every tree, every leaf, every root. Wherever nature exists, she sees. She hears. She interferes.”
She jabbed a clawed finger toward the barren horizon.
“You fought Helios and Lumen in this dead land for a reason — .”
Arlen understood immediately.
“So if I fight another god in a forest… she’ll protect them?”
“She won’t just protect them,” Cornea said softly.
“She’ll turn the entire world against you.
If she senses a god being slain on her soil… she will come for you instantly.”
Arlen’s expression darkened, a cold, vicious grin forming.
“So I eliminate her first.”
Cornea’s smile returned — slow, seductive, and wicked.
“That’s my boy.”
Arlen wiped the last smear of blood from his chin.
“I killed two gods. That means I can wield two more sacred relics, right?”
Cornea’s eyes sparkled with twisted pride.
“Yes. I would recommend—”
Arlen cut her off.
“No recommendations. I’ll decide our next steps.”
Cornea blinked once. Then laughed softly, almost delighted.
Arlen crouched and dipped his fingers into the pool of mixed sun and moon god blood. The colors — fiery gold and icy silver — swirled together unnaturally – into a dark red puddle.
Cornea watched, curious.
“What are you doing now?”
Arlen didn’t answer.
He dragged his fingers across the frozen ground, each stroke precise.
Careful.
Intentional.
When he stepped back, the world held its breath.
Two blood-red words glowed on the frost:
G O D?S L A Y E R
Cornea’s eyes widened — then slowly, slowly her lips parted into a wicked grin.
she thought.
Arlen stood, the wind carrying the scent of divine blood around him like incense.
“When heaven comes to retrieve their precious corpses,” he said coldly,
“I want them to know exactly who killed their little darlings.”
He flicked the remaining blood from his fingers.
“Cornea,” he said, commanding.
“Teleport me to Solon.”
Cornea laughed — a ringing, thrilled, intoxicating sound.
“Hah… never thought a human would dare order the Demon Queen.”
She stepped close, placing a hand on his chest.
“But very well. You’ve earned it. Besides—”
She licked a drop of divine blood from her nail.
“I want to see what kind of entertainment you’ll give me next.”
Darkness swallowed them both.
The moment Arlen and Cornea materialized before the Sanctuary gates, Solon was already waiting — leaning casually on his staff, ancient eyes sharp with ageless amusement.
“Well, well…”
He chuckled, stroking his beard.
“So you succeeded. You’ve slain a god… and now you return for another sacred relic.” His smile broadened.
“In all my eternity, I have never imagined seeing someone attempt to wield more than one
Cornea stepped forward with a smug, sultry smile.
“You’re wrong, old man. He isn’t taking one.”
Her eyes gleamed dangerously.
“He’s taking two
Solon’s ancient gaze widened — genuinely impressed.
Then he laughed, deep and echoing through the endless stone hall.
“Ho-ho… boy, you never cease to surprise these old bones. And you even brought Lysander’s daughter as your escort.”
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing with curiosity.
“So then… which relics do you seek?”
Arlen didn’t hesitate.
His tone cold and absolute:
“Oath BinderRaikiri
Solon’s brows lifted.
“Oath Binder… a dangerous choice. A relic of domination and enslavement — anyone bound by it will never defy your command.”
He tapped his staff thoughtfully.
“But its activation leaves you vulnerable for several seconds. Not a toy to wield lightly.”
Arlen said nothing — only stared back with unwavering calm.
“And Raikiri…” Solon murmured, running a hand along the sealed blade.
“A thunderclad sword capable of cutting through any attack aimed at its master
Cornea smirked, her eyes lingering on Arlen.
“Perfect weapons for someone who plays dirty and hits hard.”
Solon opened the relic chamber.
And, without ceremony, Arlen stepped forward and seized both relics — one in each hand.
Black lightning rippled across his fingers; the air hummed with ancient power.
He didn’t waste a second.
“Solon,” Arlen said flatly, turning away,
“I’ll be back for another within a few weeks.”
No arrogance.
Just certainty.
Solon snorted. “Boy, you’re either insane or destined to rewrite the laws of heaven.”
Arlen didn’t respond.
He simply walked out.
Cornea followed him, her heels clicking with amusement.
Once they were back in the void between realms, she finally asked:
“So, Arlen… what exactly are you planning?”
Arlen smirked — sharp, cold, predatory.
“Nothing complicated. Just keeping my word…”
He raised Oath Binder, its chain-like aura rattling in anticipation.
“…in a little twisted
Cornea raised a brow. “Oh?”
“Your three royal guards — Nyx, Grom, and Aura.”
His grin widened.
“They all want to recruit me and use me to rise over each other, right?”
The relics hummed darkly in agreement.
“I’ll make them serve my
Cornea’s laughter echoed through the night —
low, wicked, and thrilled.
“Ahh, Arlen… you are becoming something terrifying.”
He didn’t deny it. He embraced it.
