Against The True Gods

The gate itself… shook. The world trembled.

The surrounding streams of qi twisted and shattered as time slowed to a crawl. Two roars, overlapping in perfect harmony, merged into a deafening symphony of primal dominance, shaking the very foundation of the surrounding space itself.

The egg's shell fractured and shattered into countless fragments, its pieces dissolving into radiant motes of energy before surging into Caine's body. A blinding light engulfed the space, a pure and incandescent brilliance that pulsed with boundless power—before suddenly splitting into two.

On one side, the light condensed, thickening into tangible matter, coalescing into the form of a grand beast. Its body stretched through the air like an endless river of fate itself, covered in shimmering golden scales that reflected entire rune-bound worlds within their pristine luster.

Atop its regal, serpentine head, long curved horns of dark blue crystal stood proud, crackling with arcs of terrifying white lightning.

Its draconic silver pupils gleamed, carrying the wisdom of eons yet radiating the untamed ferocity of a primordial storm.

The sheer weight of its presence fractured the layers of space around it, leaving behind a thick fog of royal gold, spreading its majesty throughout the white expanse.

[Ultia—Ouroboros of Sin]

On the other side, the second form materialized, but unlike the first, the light did not gather.

Instead, it dispersed, revealing a creature woven from shadows, its darkness so absolute that it seemed to devour all surrounding light.

Its obsidian-black scales were lined with cracks of glowing amethyst, pulsing with a power too profound to name.

Down the length of its serpentine body, tall ridges stood, connected by translucent crystalline membranes inscribed with intricate runes that shimmered in a constant flux.

Twin horns of dark flame crowned its head, wreathed in an abyssal glow, while its amethyst pupils burned with a primordial force that froze the very fabric of the world.

[Metatron—Ouroboros of Virtue]

As Metatron soared, it left a trail of amethyst fire in its wake, a violet blaze that refused to fade. The two Ouroboros coiled through the air, weaving around each other in an ethereal dance, their auras surging and swelling, saturating the realm with a pressure so immense it pressed against the very essence of the world itself.

Caine's body, as if responding to an unseen force, began to slowly levitate, drawn toward the twin Ouroboros by a spectral pull. His Timeless Ring of Sovereignty flared to life, its silver glow extending outward, forming a bridge between him and the creatures above.

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• Effect (V): Upon reaching the Spark realm, unlock an artificial database containing eons of information gathered by Velios Overlords and Scholars. Innate Bonds also gain access to this database to assist the ring-bearer.

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One of the ring's effects had finally activated.

The two Ouroboros lowered their gazes upon Caine, their ancient eyes locked onto him with something beyond mere recognition—something deeper, something innate. A strange emotion stirred within them, one so primal yet foreign that they hesitated.

A desire to…protect.

RUMBLE!

Caine's blood ignited, surging through his veins like molten gold. His body convulsed as an invisible force tore through him, forcing the two nascent Ouroboros to move. Without hesitation, they dove toward him, their enormous world-like bodies shrinking as they spiraled inward. Metatron coiled tightly around his first Dao Heart while Ultia wrapped around his second.

At that moment, the countless intricate tattoos etched across Caine's body suddenly shattered, peeling from his skin in ephemeral wisps of fading energy. The markings dissolved into the serpents, devoured without resistance.

And then—new ones formed.

Amethyst-black markings of ancient serpents and runes etched themselves onto his left arm, stretching down his leg and coiling around his neck, pulsating with abyssal energy.

Mirroring them, silver-gold markings adorned his right arm, trailing down his leg and neck in perfect symmetry, their celestial radiance harmonizing with their darker counterparts.

RUMBLE!

As a Velios, how could Caine have ever been whole without his Innate Bond? How could his potential have fully bloomed when he had been missing half of his very foundation? It was only now—now that this final piece had been placed—that his existence truly ignited.

His body, already towering, lengthened further, surpassing six foot seven and settling at six foot eleven.

His muscles, thick with coiled power, compressed into something beyond mere flesh—a construct of both qi and raw physical dominance. His blood surged through his veins with the force of a thousand dragons, each heartbeat a roar of cosmic magnitude, each flex of his bones akin to the collision of stars.

His wings, once formidable, now tore free from his back, their size doubled as they unfurled, blotting out the endless white sky above.

The marks seared into his skin, his flesh, and his bones dug deeper, burning themselves into his very aspects. His Dao Hearts, no longer struggling, pulsed with newfound vigor, relishing the serpentine embrace of the Ouroboros as his Will blazed, expanding once more—greater, stronger, without limit.

Then… silence.

For a fleeting moment, the world stood still.

Caine awoke.

His consciousness snapped back into focus just as he was violently flung through space, ripped away from the endless white expanse.

***

Caine's back collided with the cold, unforgiving stone of the citadel's floors, the impact forcing the air from his lungs. Yet despite the force of his landing, his body adjusted instantly, rebounding with precision and ease.

He sat up without hesitation, his bearings immediately intact, his mind sharp.

Resting his forearms upon his knees, he exhaled, long and deep.

So much had happened.

The Visions, his reforged mind, the mark upon his hearts, his encounter with Truth, his meeting with Laplace, the regression and rebirth of his Will, the gate, the shattering of his rings, his defiance, his Innate Bonds, his Tribulation, the tokens, his awakened affinities, the chains—it was too much, and yet, it was only the beginning.

It all continued to pile atop the countless other enigmas and trials before him—mysteries demanding to be solved, enemies lurking in the shadows waiting to be eliminated, allies yet to be found or saved. A web of destinies intertwined, tangled into an ever-growing storm.

And yet, Caine remained unfazed.

Even without the calming effect of his Dao Heart, he accepted it all at once. He embraced it.

His plans for this fractured reality were nearly complete. There was only one task left: to reclaim his eyes.

But that would be… difficult.

The process would be complex, and he would need time—time to gather strength, time to learn, time to prepare.

Now was the moment to begin.

It was time to finally study the vast resources he had acquired. Time to fully comprehend the manuals bestowed upon him by Fate and Francis.

Without a word, Caine retrieved dozens of ancient tomes and manuals, stacking them neatly before him. Slipping on a pair of glasses, he reached for the first book and, without hesitation, turned the page.

He would not leave until he was done.