Chapter 64 – The Wrath of Kalios

  Darkness trembled. It didn’t merely hang in the air — it seeped beneath the skin, soaked into the bones. Somewhere in the distance echoed a low, rhythmic sound — perhaps the footsteps of a giant, perhaps the heartbeat of a world begging for mercy.

  Leonel led the way. His sword glowed with a muffled fire, reflecting in the shadows as if trying to illuminate the abyss itself. Behind him followed Ethan, Stan, Reina, Mayra, and the surviving villagers — those who had sworn to defend their land to their last breath.

  “He’s close,” Leonel said, holding his breath.

  “Who?” Ethan asked, glancing over his shoulder.

  “Kalios,” Mayra whispered. “This world breathes his will.”

  At that moment, the air was torn by a deafening roar. The earth shuddered, as if struck by the heart of a titan. From the darkness, he emerged.

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  Towering like a mountain, robed in ancient garments woven of shadow and gold, Kalios stepped into their world. His eyes blazed with a mad blue light, the kind in which one could drown and lose oneself forever. His voice was both whisper and thunder.

  “Mortals…” he said, and in that single word was such contempt that even the stones trembled. “You dared set foot here?”

  “We came to end your reign,” Leonel replied, gripping his sword tighter.

  “Oh, you don’t understand…” Kalios smirked. “You are the end.”

  He raised his hand, and shadows tore from his form, transforming into creatures. Demons, born of nightmares, surged forward. The battle had begun.

  Stan shielded Reina, releasing arrows of light. Ethan darted between shadows, striking with magic. Mayra rose into the air, wind coiling around her, turning to blades. Mirellis, arriving in the heart of the chaos, unleashed a torrent of energy — light and darkness merging within her.

  But Kalios did not move. He only watched. His eyes scorched destiny.

  “He’s not fighting,” Reina shouted. “He’s waiting for something!”

  “He’s summoning something,” Mirellis whispered. “He’s opening the Gates of the Second Limit!”

  And then the world trembled again. In the sky above them, something began to appear — an eye surrounded by symbols of ancient magic. The very fabric of reality cracked.

  “If he finishes this…” Mayra went pale. “Everything will perish.”

  “Then we have to stop him,” Leonel said.

  “But you can’t defeat him now!” Reina cried. “It’s madness!”

  Leonel looked at her. His eyes burned.

  “I don’t have to win. I have to try.”

  He stepped forward.

  And the world held its breath.