Page 304 of The Gods Order

Then I’ll keep at it.

No matter the cost.

Creed

Death follows me.

Not as a threat. As a promise.

It crawls from my fingertips, winding through the battlefield like smoke, searching for anything foolish enough to stand between me and my destination.

A Dark God charges, but I don’t stop marching. My hand brushes his armor. He’s gone before his body hits the ground.

Another swings. Another falls.

I don’t feel anger or satisfaction. Only purpose.

My endling came back from death’s door and gave us all the permission we’ve so desperately wanted. An order we had finally accepted would never be a possibility. But now it is. Somehow, someway.

And I intend to see it finished.

The battlefield parts around me. Some who are smart flee. Some who aren’t fight. It doesn’t matter. They all end the same.

I keep my attention firmly on my father and my brothers. Well, the two I can see. Riven’s Chaos tears through the enemy. Amick moves like every strike was planned before the battle began.

Kyzen…I can’t see, but I feel his Time touch the edges of everything.

Small changes. Tiny moments.

Saving souls no one will ever know were almost lost.

I know, though. I see every soul battling for its life. From those that are black as night, to those who are pure. Even those that are in the middle of that.

Some won’t live to see another second.

Some are going to make it to the end.

My march continues to carry me forward and Death leaves dark spots on the ground as I go. Every step I take closer to my father, my power stirs, preparing to do what it has to do.

What it will do.

He’s not leaving this battlefield alive today.

He isn’t attempting to move, escape, or even fight. His fingers are laced behind his back as he scans the war raging on, searching for us. He knows we’re coming, yet the smugness on his lips shows zero concern.

His ego will be his downfall today. My brothers and I have never been as powerful as we are at this moment.

He may not know that yet, but he’s about to find out.

A flicker of movement catches my attention. Then…Pain slithers down my spine. It races across my senses and for one brief second, memories try to drag me backward. The trainings. The pressure building inside of me. My knees hitting the ground as every nerve in my body screamed.

I remember what it felt like for Pain to try to prepare Death. I remember what it felt like for all those Callings to rip away from my soul.

A deep breath escapes me as I crack my neck and keep walking.

The pain doesn’t disappear, but it’s nothing more than a dull ache now. It’s an annoyance building against my skin. Not a crippling force that can still bring me to my knees. It doesn’t fucking give up, though.

My lips curl as I jerk my glare from the side of my father’s face a few yards away and spin around.