The power drained from Quinlan’s limbs, his energy getting ripped away from him as if it was time to collect some unpaid debt. It left his body trembling, with the light flickering in his veins. The essence he’d channeled could no longer stay.
His saber dimmed. His breath faltered. And his body began to fall.
From the sky toward the earth.
From a god-slayer to a limp primordial.
But before gravity could claim him, a streak of flame soared through the air. Serika.
Her vibrant orange aura blazed brighter than the sun, trailing fire across the skies. She reached him just before he hit the ground and caught him in her arms.
She held Quinlan as if he were the most precious thing she’d ever touched.
And for a moment, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she just looked down at him with her eyes wide and chest heaving.
Then, slowly, her lips curled into a trembling smile, blazing with an extreme amount of pride and something deeper.
She leaned down, pressed her forehead to his, and whispered:
“You did it, Quinlan… You truly did it! Just weeks ago, you were nothing but that stubborn student of mine who was tripping over his own elements, but now… You saved our world. You’ve slain a god!”
She rubbed their foreheads together fervently, struggling to express just how truly amazed she was. Not finding the gesture genuine enough, she leaned back just enough to give her the room needed to kiss his forehead softly.
Quinlan blinked up at her, barely conscious. His breath was shallow, his voice frayed, but a flicker of a grin touched his lips.
He lifted a trembling hand to her face and allowed his fingers to brush along her chin. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispered back in response tenderly. “My awesome teacher… energetic sparring partner… and beyond trustworthy ally.”
His hand slid gently along her jaw.
“If you hadn’t pushed me… fought me at your full power every single time… gave everything you had into training me to become the very best version of myself…”
His weak grin turned into a genuine smile as he decreed, “If you didn’t believe I could be better, I wouldn’t have lasted a minute against Venthros.”
Serika inhaled sharply.
Her great, fiery pride fractured. Her eyes glistened as she leaned into his touch. “You idiot… I should be the one thanking you. You gave me someone to believe in again.”
A tear slid down her cheek, vanishing into the embers still clinging to her skin.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long, long time, Quinlan…”
He nodded as warmth spread across his body. “The feeling’s mutual.”
They stayed like that.
God-slayer and flame-incarnate.
Student and teacher.
Avatar and guardian.
Above them, the sky began to heal as the corrupted storm summoned by Venthros’s true form scattered.
The heavens cleared.
The air stilled.
And then…
Reality itself trembled.
A chime echoed across existence.
〚 SOUL RECORDS UPDATED 〛
It appeared, blazing across every sky in the universe.
Etched into the minds of every sentient creature.
Carved into the very bones of the fabric of existence.
❖ NOTICE TO ALL LIVING BEINGS ❖
GOD VENTHROS,
THE CORRUPTED ELEMENT,
HAS BEEN SLAIN.
SLAYER: QUINLAN ELYSIAR
FIRST TITLE: THE PRIMORDIAL VILLAIN
SECOND TITLE: THE HARBINGER OF RUIN
THIRD TITLE EARNED: THE GOD-SLAYER
…
Across every world, silence followed.
Then awe.
Then disbelief.
Then thunderous joy.
On shattered battlefields and in the slave armies of the gods, mortals screamed in triumph.
In ruined temples, resistance forces wept and clutched their chests with newfound hope.
In divine courts, gods stood frozen, their hands trembling.
A cold fury began to boil in their hearts.
But down below, none of that mattered.
Not yet.
Because in the arms of a warrior ablaze with pride, a broken-but-smiling primordial looked toward the sky and saw the universe itself speak his name.
Quinlan Elysiar.
The Primordial Villain.
The Harbinger of Ruin.
The God-Slayer.
It had only just begun.
But the heavens were already starting to crack.
…
The sky above the stronghold grounds was lit up by the afterglow of the Soul Records revelation.
The universal message still echoed in the hearts of all who’d heard it.
GOD VENTHROS… SLAIN.
VICTOR: QUINLAN ELYSIAR.
Down below, beneath the leaves of a certain fairytale-like tree, Blossom stood motionless.
The golden-haired dogkin’s ears perked high, her tail trembling behind her. Her hands clutched a half-filled watering can she was using to water Rosie’s tree, now forgotten as it tipped sideways and spilled over her daughter’s roots.
In her shock, she didn’t even notice.
Her teary eyes gazed toward the skies, cheeks flushed, lips parted in breathless awe.
“He did it…” she whispered dreamily. “Master’s finally… coming home. To Blossom! To the Elysiar family!!”
Her vision blurred. Joy, pride, disbelief… it all tangled in her chest.
Then came a loud *tsk* from beside her.
Ayame stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest, staring up at the sky with narrowed eyes.
“That arrogant guy did something absurd once again.”
But even as she said it, the corners of her mouth twitched upward. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled like her unsheathed katana under the starlight.
She shook her head slowly.
“But of course he did. He wouldn’t be the man we all fell for otherwise…”
“Daddy’s amazing!!!” Rosie cried, burying herself deep into Blossom’s voluptuous breasts. The little driad girl soon found herself being showered with affection by her dogkin mother like never before.
…
Far away, deep within a forest-bound sanctum dripping with toxins and madness…
Black Fang lounged in a massive cauldron of bubbling violet poison, reclining with one leg over the edge and a wine glass balanced lazily in her fingers.
As the Soul Record message flickered above her, shining through even sturdy walls, she tilted her head back and let out a howl of unhinged laughter.
Once her manic episode calmed, she snatched a communication artifact off a nearby skull-plated table and infused her mana into it.
“Vex.” Her voice purred like acid-soaked silk. “If you want holiday leave to celebrate, you’d better earn it.”
On the other end, deep in the field filled with fallen Greenvale soldiers who were now nothing but butchered corpses, Vex stood atop a pile of their bodies with blood still dripping from her blade.
She didn’t sigh or groan in frustration as Black Fang had expected. Instead, the Hexwitch giggled.
Bright. Cheerful. Completely unbothered.
“The God-Slayer? My adorable hubby?” she mused, tilting her head to the side with a mischievous sparkle visible in her eyes. “Master, aren’t you worried he’ll slip through your fingers at this rate?”
She spun her blade in her fingers once, elegantly sheathing it.
Then, she continued, adding fuel to the fire. “Mere months ago, he was struggling against the level 10 rookie competitors of the Phenom Trials. But now, he’s having the universe—or whatever this creature is—sing his high praises after he ended the life of a God. A literal divine being. You know what I mean, right, Master? He killed an entity who was like that woman we all once believed to be the greatest being in existence, until Quinlan taught us about the true vastness of the universe: the Goddess.”
Vex paused for a moment. She couldn’t help but have her lips curl upwards, forming a truly unhinged, manic grin that Quinlan would’ve found irresistibly charming as she announced, “Soon, all mortals will be nothing but mere ants before the man I love… Including you, Black Fang.”
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