It's been a few weeks since Seris was killed, Kairo still blames himself for what happens. If only they had never meet. Her voice resonated in his head for days on end. The morning bells rang across Ires Vale to wake Kairo up. He still lives in his hostel quarters in the temple. He decides to take a stroll, trying to clear his head. He revisits places like the clinic and the lower ward. He thinks about his own world, about his family and friends. People he had not thought about in a while. He approaches the plaza where it all started and sees that it's crowded. He decides it's better to stay away from this place.
Kairo felt it before he saw it, that pressure again, like someone stepping on his throat, a Summon. The plaza where it happened was crowded once more, the same one as before. Light gathered above the square, compressing into the shape of a man. The god had not yet fully manifested, but Kairo was already leaving the plaza. He knew that if this god found out that he would freely use magic, only the worse will happen.
This time, there was no pretense of blessing, a voice spread across the plaza, maybe even entire city. "Bring me Kairo of no record". Kairo wondered what No record means, he stood at the edge of the crowd, remembering that Seris could still be alive if it wasn't for him. Seris's token warm against his chest.
The priests moved immediately, Kairo stepped forward before they reached him, "I'm here".
That alone caused hesitation, a ripple of uncertainty passed through the priests as if their instructions had not accounted for compliance without submission.
The god's attention narrowed, "You are an anomaly", the voice said. "You have altered flows without permission". Kairo looked up to the god, "You killed a healer". A pause followed, "She exceeded our tolerance", the god replied, "And she needed correction".
"So correction is death, right?" Kairo said, "You removed her because she refused to serve you". "Obedience, is the structure that preserves they're existence". The light above the plaza condensed further, descending until it touched the stone. From it stepped an avatar, shaped like a person, it was a man, in white and brown clothing.
"You will submit for further inspection", the god said through the avatar. Kairo exhaled slowly, "No". The avatar raised its hand, and the world pressed inward.
The Stone beneath Kairo's feet cracked, as if reality itself were tightening a grip. His breath shortened. His vision dimmed at the edges. This was not magic as people understood it, this was not magic that even he understood. "So this is the power of a god".
The crowd gasped as Kairo dropped to one knee. "Yield", the god said, "Your capacity is valuable but your defiance is inefficient". Kairo grit his teeth.
He did not push back, there was no need, it was time show what a rule breaker looks like. Kairo reached for magic and shaped a simple wind spell. A harmless manipulation of air density that achieved nothing of consequence.
The spell answered instantly, the avatar tilted his head, the god observed, "So you really can use magic". Kairo rose to his feet, breathing hard. The avatar struck, light slammed into the plaza, stone shattered where Kairo had stood moments earlier. He rolled, feeling the impact reverberate through his ribs. The attack corrects the space around his opponents.
Kairo came up on one knee and cast again. an ice spelll, another instant success. The crowd watched in confusion as magic obeyed.
"You cannot defeat us", the god said, "I'm not trying to", Kael replied, "I'm making you visible". The avatar advanced, each step causing the ground to fractures. Sigils flared along its arms, his eyes glowed a bright white. Preparing for a decisive blow, but kairo did something different.
He casted an explosion spell. Both of them were blown away, with the crowd left in awe as to what happened. These people had never seen such a spell before. Kairo then remembers that this isn't his world, he has spells that maybe even the gods don't know about. The avatar stood up and raised both hands. The air screamed as permission condensed into a crushing power. The surrounding rumble turned into a massive fist, covering the entire plaza, even blocking out the sun.
Kairo is struck with fear. He thought that maybe he had the upper hand in magical diversity, but that is all useless against absolute power. He closes his eyes and focuses. A precise attack that would be strong enough to destroy the fist. He casts one last spell, a light spell, aimed at the town sized fist. He introduced his spell with an incantation, something he had not done throughout the fight.
A massive ball of light appeared, that same ball began to condense. The avatar tries to launch the attack. "It's over", the god demanded.
"You are willing to kill all these people, just because you don't have dominion over something", Kairo said. "You're now god, you're nothing but a sad king"
The light continued to condense, even as the attack approachs, the once massive ball of light has now condensed to the size of an egg. He fires it, Kairo is pushed back by the recoil, making the beam slice the fist in half. The god is surprised that a tiny spell has that mush destructive power.
Kairo is barely standing due to the intensity of the attack. The avatar appears in front of him with a punch ready to land. The avatar dissolves, silence follows. The sky opens and the god's voice echoed one final time, quieter now.
"I've been told to let you live, This will not be stand, I will have you". Kairo looked up as the god faded into the sky, with it's presence vanishing. No one moved.
Kairo turned and walked away from the plaza, battered and bruised. No hands reached for him, no praises. The system had no immediate correction prepared for someone who resisted with such vigor.
Behind him, belief did not collapse, It shifted.