THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS.
The First Light of War
The battle spread across the hollowed planet like wildfire—violent, bright, unstoppable. And at first... Woewyn was winning.
Caelith and Serenya carved through enemy lines, bending light into bladed arcs that sliced soldiers cleanly in half. Each swing left glowing fractures in the air that snapped shut with delayed booms. Even Ragnar was tearing his own share of bodies.
Commander Laros and Solaren fought back-to-back, Laros was a lightning blade, Solaren was a fist of light. Solaren crushed a man's visor with one blow, cracked another's neck with the second, and shouted:
"Commander, five more incoming—!"
Laros took three, Solaren took two, both of them moving like they'd trained together for years.
Far ahead, Daichi tore across the battlefield with Nyra on his back—his once white fur streaked with the blood of men he had bitten— or eaten. Nyra's flames flickered around her like a crown as she stabbed down with burning fists, each slam sending shockwaves across the terrain.
Rika danced nearby, her suit glowing, carving a straight line of bodies wherever she stepped.
Across Woewyn itself, in the an estate building— Klaven lay half-sat in his bed, still wrapped in bandages from Damon's beating. He stared out his window and saw a blinding pillar of light split the sky.
Klaven's eyes widened. "…who could they possibly be fighting…?"
THE SILENT THRONE
Queen Thessa sat alone on her throne, fingers wrapped around the armrests. Rage trembled across her shoulders, the kind only a mother-queen can feel.
"My people bleed while I sit here… no." She bent light and turned invisible.
The doors burst open as ten of Velmira's soldiers slipped inside, whispering urgently.
"Grab everything you can, quickly, before they finish the war and someone notices we stayed behind."
They stole: A celestial hourglass, relics, crown forged from sunstone and light-forged banners. One soldier approached the throne.
"Look at this… this is real craftsmanship…"
"Hey get off. Let's go! Quick!" A different soilder prompted.
He climbed the three steps, touched the seat. He smirked.
"I might even sit—"
A voice breathed into his ear. Calm. Cold. Almost like death itself.
"You should really listen to your comrades."
His bones stiffened. His heartbeat stalled. The Queen revealed herself—light bending away like torn curtains—sitting on the throne in a perfect, terrifying poise.
The man in front of the throne stumbled and men panicked, suits activating in bursts of green light. Thessa didn't move. One soldier turned to flee. A whip of pure light struck him from behind.
He disintegrated. Silently. Completely. Black ash replacing his position. Another man stumbled to his knees, helmet off, eyes red from tears.
"Your Majesty, please—I beg you—I can serve you—anything you desire—"
Queen Thessa tilted her head, serene. "I accept your apology."
He exhaled in relief—then stopped breathing.
A clean, diagonal slice of light cut through his suit and body. He slid apart, two halves folding away from each other with a wet squirmy sound.
The Queen rose slightly, eyes glowing like suns. A rope of light locked the throne room doors. Her voice cut through the silence:
"Who else is sorry?"
The Twin Elements vs The Gale Titan
On the battlefield—
Cythera fell from the Wind Brother's grip the moment Varnex struck his forearm with a fiery kick. She landed hard, ankle throbbing, but she didn't scream. She retreated, breath sharp but eyes vicious.
The Wind Brother straightened, annoyed and clutching his forearm in pain.
Cythera's stretched out her arm once— water from the ground spun around her and she fire several large and sharp lethal ice at the Brother. He barely dodge as one cut deep into his chest.
Varnex ignited the sparks above them—fiery droplets raining like molten stars. The Wind Brother assumed he could tanked it but staggered.
Cythera spun—her entire body becoming a blizzard vortex. A spiraling column of blue-white ice crashed toward the Brother. He countered by forming a horizontal tornado—their attacks collided, shredding apart with a roar.
Varnex appeared behind him instantly— "SUNBURST KNEE."
A micro-explosion detonated on contact. The Wind Brother grimaced.
Cythera seized the moment. So did Varnex as they never left room to breath. For neither them nor the Brother.
Cythera created a straight blow of water from beneath the Wind Brother, shooting him higher into their atmosphere.
Varnex mirrored her but an uncontrolled single line of fire blazed the brother back down.
"AGHHH!"
The synchronised attacked him from above an below until it didn't. He dropped defenseless.
"This is payback." Cythera said. Eyes as fierce as her ice. Varnex nodded letting her lead the next attack.
Ice swallowed the ground beneath him, locking his stance. She whipped water around his throat, pulling tight. Varnex superheated the terrain—fire burst upward, steam erupting around them.
It should have worked. But the steam parted as he stepped through it untouched except from former injuries and Varnex's new burns. Using wind to disperse the steam. He stepped out with fiery burns on his skin and face.
Cythera clicked her tongue in frustration.
"You'll— have to do better." He said.
They did. They tried. Water spiraled. Fire ignited.
A twisting double-helix beam roared across the battlegrounds—blue and orange entwined—melting stone, freezing the shards, scorching the air.
Even the Wind Brother raised a guard. The beam exploded in his face.
When the smoke cleared— He was smiling with blood on him.
"You two were… interesting."
A pause.
"But I'm bored now. What were you thinking? Putting a fire and water user with me... The Wind."
He stepped forward. A small atmosphere wrapped itself around Cythera and Varnex—four winds tearing them in opposite directions.
Left. Right. Down. Up.
Cracking their bones and making their muscles scream. Total paralysis. Their bodies hung in the air like crucified frames— Then he slammed them into the ground with the force of a falling moon.
"You cannot even withstand a planet's breeze."
He walked away without looking back.
WAR OF EARTHS
The planet they landed on wasn't really a planet. It was too small. Too quiet. Too hollow. The size of the moons Woewyn had. Perhaps a tad larger.
Thorpax cracked his neck. "Perfect size. Less to fix later."
The Earth Brother landed opposite him, boots cracking the crust like brittle glass. He looked around, unimpressed.
"…Where's the rest of it?" He kicked a rock. It flew off the world entirely.
"This isn't a planet. It's a pebble."
Thorpax rolled his eyes. "Still can't count past ten, huh?"
The Earth Brother's eye twitched. "You were always the mouthy one."
"And you were always the dumbest out of your three," Thorpax said, stepping forward. "So this works out."
The Earth Brother didn't get to answer.
Thorpax slammed his fists together—
BOOM!
Stone erupted around his arms like armor as he shot forward.
The Earth Brother grinned, raising both arms— and created a wall of black stone from thin air, thicker than a fortress.
Thorpax shattered through it with a single shoulder. They collided so hard the entire moon-planet tilted.
The Earth Brother stomped.
Not bending the ground— creating a new layer of crust beneath him
that shot upward like a rising continent.
The planet split. Magma vomited upward in rivers.
Thorpax sighed. "Try not to destroy any more of Woewyn's hovering planets, would you?"
"So—" The Earth Brother looked around as magma burst everywhere.
"It is a planet."
"Barely," Thorpax muttered.
The Earth Brother grabbed a chunk of molten rock, squeezing it until it hardened into a razor spear.
He threw it. Thorpax broke it with his forehead.
They locked arms— A stalemate at first. Thorpax grunted, pushing.
The Earth Brother pushed harder.
Slowly, Thorpax began losing ground.
The Earth Brother smirked. "Why won't you just die? Is that too much to ask?"
Thorpax wheezed, "I'll die when you stop being a maniac."
The Earth Brother laughed. "So never."
He overpowered Thorpax, drilling him into the ground. Thorpax lifted his palm and created a spike of stone directly beneath the Earth Brother's groin.
SCHLOK.
The Earth Brother froze. Eyes crossed. Breath gone.
A long, quiet wheeze escaped him.
Thorpax patted his shoulder. "Hurts, right?"
The Earth Brother stumbled backward, voice cracking.
"You… you little—okay. Fine. No more holding back."
He inhaled. The entire tiny planet convulsed.
Not bending this time— creating from the original. Stone arms burst from the crust. Pillars stabbed out of the air. New terrain formed mid-sky.
The world warped under his will. Thorpax braced, holding the planet together as best he could. The Earth Brother threw a punch as a fist the size of a hill formed around his arm.
Thorpax blocked but barely. The shockwave ripped the atmosphere off the planet for a second.
He punched his hand into the ground— Created a forest of stone spikes that launched upward at the Earth Brother.
Earth Brother shattered them— But Thorpax was already coming down from above.
"STONEBREAKER—"
He smashed his fists downward.
"HAMMER FALL!"
A crater swallowed half the moon. Earth Brother rose from the dust, bleeding but smiling.
"You hit harder than I remember."
"You still cry louder than I remember," Thorpax shot back.
The Earth Brother wiped his jaw. "Cute. But look behind you."
Thorpax turned. The ground was gone.
The entire center of the moon was collapsing into a funnel—
A massive sinkhole spiraling downward, created by their clashing forces.
Thorpax threw his hands up. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DESTROY THIS PLANET!"
Earth Brother shrugged. "You started it."
"I have to fix this one too!! Do you know how annoying you are?!"
The Earth Brother smirked. "You can fix it after I bury you in it."
Thorpax tensed to charge but the sinkhole widened suddenly, swallowing half the battlefield. The ground disintegrated beneath them. Both warriors jumped away in opposite directions as the planet split in two beneath them.
Their fight was interrupted. A perfect stalemate. The Earth Brother pointed at him. "You… me… round two."
Thorpax cracked his knuckles. "Next time, I'm hitting your groin lower. Wayy lower."
THE LIONESSS OF LIGHT
Back on the outer battlefield—
The Fire Brother kicked Bravira upward, then caught her at the peak to slap her sideways, sending her crashing through a ridge.
Bravira tumbled through dust and stone— Then stopped herself mid-air, shoulders trembling.
"This is good…"
Light flared violently beneath her skin. She launched forward—
"Solar Breaker — RADIANT IMPACT!"
A sunbeam punch ripped out of her fist, a white-gold shockwave tunneling through space. It hit the Fire Brother mid-flight and sent him spiraling away like a comet.
Bravira followed, grabbed him— and hurled him to another moon. A small one. She landed, cracking the ground beneath her.
"Now we can focus on each other." she growled.
From afar, Solaren—fresh from putting belt to suit on a soldier—watched and muttered.
"…after this, there won't be any moons left." He got punched in the face immediately.
The Fire Brother stood, wiped blood from his lip, and smirked.
"You are beautiful despite your roughness, a strong woman, Bravira. I've asked since the first war—take my hand. Bear my children. I'll spare you. Together, we would be glorious."
Bravira's eyes narrowed as she frowned in disgust. "You wish."
She charged. He met her halfway. Grabbing, striking, overwhelming—
smashing her into the ground, fire bursting off him in violent waves.
She staggered up, chest rising unevenly. "All this… because I won't marry you?" She spat blood.
He smiled. They clashed— she fire light attacks behind him, her launched fire attacks behind her—their fists collided on their body's like two raging stars.
He snarled: "Do you think you can beat me, woman?!"
Bravira's answer ripped from her throat: "Don't… you… dare… underestimate—THE POWER OF A WOMAN!!"
She tanked his blows, laughing, even as blood streamed down her jaw. She combined the light attacks she set behind him and struck his back while tanking his blows— dropping him.
But he rose. Obviously stressed but smiling. "I'm done playing."
The Fire Brother moved like pure annihilation— Grabbing her face.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
What was left of the land shattered. He dragged her through debris of nearby broken planets, then smashed her into the same moon.
He picked her up and licked the blood from her cheek.
"So smooth… delicious." Then threw her down again.
Bravira's body barely moved. Barely breathed. He reached down her neck— She whispered something.
"What?" he leaned in.
She whispered again.
"Speak up."
She growled: "I said— I'M NOT DOOOOONE!"
She bit his nose off and he screamed in response.
Bravira rose—broken, bent—but not bowed. Her breathing was slow, measured, like a lion before attacking. He roared, forming a massive fire blade and swung—
Bravira vanished then reappeared above him and grabbed his skull.
Five blazing punches to the ribs. Three palm strikes to the chest. An upward spinning kick that cracked the sky.
He flew forward slamming into the ground. For a moment he regained his senses then turned around and headbutted her— She returned it. His forehead split.
Bravira hoisted him up like a beast lifting prey.
"I promised you…" she gasped, "this would be… the last time."
She threw him back down forming a large crater. She grabbed his jaw. Upper and lower then pulled. Light pouring from her palms into his skin bursting lantern— And she screamed as she tore his mouth apart shooting light from her mouth.
Silence.
Bravira stood alone on the ruined planet. She let her weight collapse into the earth—blood dripping, breath shaking and whispered:
"I never lose."