But the Eternals were powerful. Ancient. Trained over millennia. And though Shadow cut down three of them in a single infernal sweep, Aevir would not fall.
"You cannot kill eternity!" Aevir roared, casting a seal of time, slowing everything—except Shadow.
"No," Shadow whispered, breaking through the spell. "But I can unmake it."
He drove his hand into Aevir's chest, not to kill, but to extract his core—a heart made of memory, judgment, and light. As Aevir fell to his knees, the sky above shattered entirely, light bleeding out into void.
The sanctum collapsed.
Only Shadow, Valarie, Lidow, and a few survivors stood among the ruins. The war was over. The Eternal Council had f
Hours later, deep within the throne room built atop the bones of the old sanctum, Shadow sat upon the obsidian seat. His aura pulsed in waves, filling the air with dread and calm alike.
Valarie approached, her eyes tired but sharp. "It's done."
Shadow looked at her, expression unreadable. "No. Peace is a deception. The world will test us again."
"And we will endure?"
Shadow nodded. "We are the new order. But this time, we will not build it on lies… but on fear."
From the shadows, demons knelt.
From the light, some wept.
And in the silence of victory, the Thronebreaker ruled.