Kazima stood at the center, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His voice was not just a shout—it was a thunderous declaration, shaking the walls of the hall.
"THEY DO NOT DESERVE THE THRONE!" he roared, his words echoing like the toll of a death bell. "NOT AFTER WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO US ALL!"
This was no mere challenge.
This was a sentence—a final judgment passed upon those who ruled the Cronoverse and the Verses.
The Unshaken Faith of Carel
From the crowd, Carel stepped forward, his voice steady and deep, filled with the unbreakable faith of a true believer.
"I WILL STILL FOLLOW KING KRELIOUS," he declared, his eyes locked onto Kazima's, unblinking.
Kazima sneered, but Carel did not waver.
"KAZIMA, YOU MISUNDERSTAND OUR PURPOSE," Carel continued, his voice calm but firm. "WE DID NOT FIGHT THE ANGELS OUT OF HATRED OR A DESIRE TO ENSLAVE THEM. WE DID NOT FIGHT FOR THE THRONE. WE FOUGHT TO PROVE OUR STRENGTH—TO TEST THE LIMITS OF POWER ITSELF."
He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the endless expanse of the cosmos.
"OUR PEOPLE GROW LIKE THE SANDS OF TIME, ENDLESS AND UNSTOPPABLE. WE NEED MORE LAND, MORE REALMS TO SUSTAIN OUR EMPIRE. THIS WAS NEVER ABOUT CRUELTY. IT WAS ABOUT SURVIVAL."
Kazima's lips curled into a sharp, mocking grin.
"FOOLISH GOD," he spat. "DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THE RULERS CARE FOR YOU? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TOOL IN THEIR HANDS—A PAWN IN THEIR GAME OF ETERNITY."
Carel's smile did not fade.
"I KNOW THEY CARE," he said, his voice unwavering. "AND REMEMBER THIS, KAZIMA—ANYONE WHO DARES TO CLAIM THE THRONE OF THE CRONOVERSE MUST HAVE POWER BEYOND IMAGINATION. THEY MUST BE READY TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING."
The hall erupted into whispers. Gods and warriors exchanged glances, their loyalties shifting like shadows in the wind.
Kazima's laughter cut through the murmurs—cold, sharp, like the blade of a guillotine falling.
"I SEE NOW," he said. "THE RULERS HAVE POISONED YOUR MIND. IT DOES NOT MATTER. YOU CAN KEEP YOUR DELUSIONS—UNTIL THE MOMENT YOU DIE BESIDE THEM IN THE WAR WE GODS WILL BRING UPON THIS WRETCHED COSMOS."
Carel's gaze hardened like steel.
"YOU SPEAK OF DESTROYING THE GODS?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "KAZIMA, EVEN IF YOU GATHERED EVERY DEITY FROM EVERY SHATTERED REALM, YOUR COMBINED STRENGTH WOULD BE NOTHING COMPARED TO THE MIGHT OF THE RULERS. YOU ARE MARCHING TOWARD YOUR OWN DESTRUCTION."
Kazima's grin only widened.
"WE SHALL SEE."
The Seer's Dark Prophecy
From the shadows, a figure emerged—Akermos, the Seer of the Cronoverse. His voice was deep, like the grinding of continents, the sound of time itself collapsing.
"IT DOES NOT MATTER WHICH WAR YOU WAGE," he said, his words heavy with doom. "WE WILL CRUSH ALL WHO CHALLENGE THE THRONE. NONE WILL SURVIVE."
Kazima's defiance burned brighter than ever.
"THEN PREPARE YOUR ARMIES, AKERMOS," he shot back. "THE WAR FOR THE CRONOVERSE BEGINS WHEN WE COMMAND IT. THE THRONE WILL BE OURS."
The King's Final Order
At the far end of the hall, King Krelious rose from his throne. His crown was not just gold and jewels—it was a swirling vortex of stolen time, a black hole that devoured light itself. His presence alone made the air tremble.
He spoke only one word—a name.
"DAINEN."
That single word was a death sentence.
"YOU AND THE LEGIONS WILL ERASE THESE TRAITORS," the king commanded, his voice colder than the void between stars. "LEAVE NO REBEL BREATHING."
Dainen, the king's most loyal warrior, bowed deeply. His voice was a vow written in blood.
"YES, MY KING."
Kazima's laughter echoed through the hall, dark and mocking.
"YOUR PRIDE WILL DROWN YOU, KRELIOUS," he said. "ARROGANCE HAS DESTROYED KINGS GREATER THAN YOU."
Krelious's eyes burned with icy fury.
"THE NEXT TIME YOU STAND BEFORE A RULER, KAZIMA," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "IT WILL BE AS A CORPSE."
The Host's Intervention
Before the tension could explode into all-out war, the Host—a being of pure neutrality—raised their hands.
"THANK YOU ALL FOR ATTENDING," they said, their voice calm but firm. "BUT NOW, OUR TIME HERE HAS COME TO AN END."
The assembly dissolved into chaos. Gods and Supreme Beings vanished through shimmering portals, their alliances breaking like fragile glass. The halls buzzed with frantic whispers—plans of betrayal, desperate strategies, oaths sworn in blood.
The Cronoverse had reached its breaking point.
And the war for the throne had only just begun.
The End… Or the Beginning?
The echoes of their words lingered in the air, heavy with the promise of destruction. The gods had chosen their sides. The battle lines were drawn.
Some would fight for the throne.
Some would fight for survival.
And some would fight simply to watch the cosmos burn.
The war for the Cronoverse had begun.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
To Be Continued.