SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The battlefield, once a maelstrom of chaos and destruction, suddenly froze in time as an otherworldly force erupted from the sky. A single presence, stronger than any god, more terrifying than any demon, soared through the heavens. It was Kent.

His form was no longer that of a mere human. His body had shifted, infused with the raw power of ancient draconic essence. His flesh hardened into shimmering dragon scales, shining under the night light, smoke-filled sky. His eyes burned with golden fire, and his wings—massive, overwhelming—beat with the force of a thousand storms. His transformation was complete. He was no longer just Kent. He had become something beyond humans, beyond mortals—a beastly force bound by vengeance and destiny.

As he ascended higher, his body began to change once more. His arms stretched forward, merging with the golden energy that crackled around him. His wings, vast and powerful, curved inward, touching at the tips, forming the shape of a spearhead. The air vibrated as ancient runes, glowing with soul-piercing energy, wrapped around his body. He had no need for a weapon. He was the weapon.

The War God, watching from the distance, gasped in shock. “By the old heavens… He’s turning himself into a weapon!”

The Storm God clenched his fists. “Impossible! Is that a spell…? No mortal should be able to harness that power!”

The demi gods stood in utter disbelief as they watched Kent transform into the ultimate weapon. This was something never seen before—not even in the age of the great old gods.

The seven old gods appeared in the heavenly sky watching Kent transforming himself into a weapon.

In the sky, the Forbidden Goddess, still battling the demigods, suddenly felt it.

Kent muttered a spell… but there is no weapon to carry it. The soul piercing spell binding over Kent body as he moved like an arrow.

A shiver ran down her spine. For the first time since the war began, she hesitated. The ghosts of the nether region, her eternal protectors, screamed in terror, sensing the overwhelming force barreling toward them. They surged forward, forming an impenetrable barrier, determined to stop Kent before he reached her.

But it was too late.

Kent’s voice echoed through the battlefield like a war cry of the ancients. “This ends now!”

And then, he let go.

Like a divine spear of vengeance, he shot through the sky, breaking the sound barrier with a deafening roar. He became a streak of golden energy, a blinding force of destruction aimed straight at the heart of darkness.

The ghosts of the nether region swarmed in a desperate attempt to halt his advance, but the moment they touched him, they disintegrated into nothingness. The soul-piercing spell wrapped around his form was too powerful, too absolute. Nothing could stop him now.

The Forbidden Goddess screamed, her voice carrying across the battlefield. “NO! YOU CAN’T! I AM ETERNAL!”

But Kent did not waver. His eyes, locked onto his target, burned with unshakable resolve. The moment of impact arrived.

With a force that split the heavens, Kent struck the Forbidden Goddess square in the chest. The battlefield was engulfed in a blinding explosion of golden energy, sending shockwaves through the spirit world. Every god, every demon, every mortal, felt the weight of that moment. Time itself seemed to pause.

Then, the screams began.

The Forbidden Goddess clutched at her chest, her hands shaking as she stared in disbelief. The golden energy spread through her body, consuming her from within. Her soul—once thought untouchable—was being torn apart. She howled in agony, her voice filled with horror and helplessness.

“NO! THIS CANNOT BE! I AM ABOVE ALL! I AM—!”

She never finished her sentence.

With one final cry, her body shattered into fragments of darkness and light, disintegrating into nothingness. The goddess of destruction and death was no more.

A silence unlike any before fell upon the battlefield.

For a moment, nobody moved. The gods, the demons, the mortals—all stared, wide-eyed, at the spot where she had stood. They had believed this war would last for eternity, that no force could ever bring her down. And yet, before them, a human had done the impossible.

The War God took a step forward, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened. “He… He did it. He actually did it.”

The Storm God fell to his knees, shaking his head. “A mortal… killed a forbidden goddess…”

The demigods, the celestial beings who had once scoffed at Kent’s presence, now whispered among themselves.

“Unbelievable…”

“No one will believe this…”

“He’s stronger than us… stronger than the gods themselves…”

Then, the battlefield erupted once more—not with war, but with chaos. The demons, who had fought with such savagery, suddenly lost all will to fight. Their goddess was gone. Their source of power had vanished. Terror filled their ranks.

One of the demon generals screamed, “RETREAT! THE GODDESS IS DEAD! RUN!”

But there was no escape. The moment the human army and the god’s forces realized their victory, they struck with unrelenting force.

“LEAVE NONE ALIVE!” bellowed the War God.

The divine army surged forward, cutting through the fleeing demons like wildfire. The demons, once the bringers of terror, now ran like prey before hunters. Divine magic rained from the heavens, burning the earth beneath them. Swords clashed, blood was spilled, and within moments, the tide had completely turned.

Kent, his body returning to its human form, collapsed onto the battlefield. His energy was completely drained, his vision blurred. But he could hear it—the sound of victory.

The War God approached him, his gaze unreadable. “Kent… You… You have done what even the gods could not.”

Kent, breathing heavily, smiled weakly. “I thought long enough to realize her weakness.”

A booming laughter erupted from the battlefield. The old gods, watching from above, smiled for the first time in eons.

“A mortal… humbled us all,” one of them muttered. “Perhaps it is time for a new age.”

As the last demon fell, as the sky cleared, as the spirit world itself seemed to breathe once more, one thing became clear—

Kent Clark had rewritten history.

The gods and people would never forget his name in the next-century.

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