The battlefield was a war of chaos. Simon and Anya kept on fighting back-to-back, breathing ragged, swords flashing against beasts that came in endless waves. Hart loomed over the other side of the field, his oppressive aura twisting the air and shaking the ground. Every move the heirs made demanded precision, strength, and endurance—but even amidst their struggle, a subtle tremor ran beneath the earth.
Miles away, Ammon remained in his kneeling position beside Ayden, gripping his friend's shoulders. "Ayden… wake up… please," he whispered, voice trembling. The Poison still burning through his veins, his muscles screaming, and grief clawing through his chest. Pain, sorrow, and anger coalesced into a weight that threatened to crush him. Beneath it all, was the monstrucity that stirred deep within him.
A spark—small, almost imperceptible—pulsing in his chest. It responded to his sorrow, to the desperation to save his friend. His vision flickered as the edges darkened, the world narrowing to the still figure of Ayden, the quivering of his own hands, and the beasts cautiously circling them.
The beasts, including the Beast God, paused. Their instincts having told them that something had shifted. The low rumble of the earth, the subtle currents in the wind—they sensed power unlike anything they had ever encountered.
Ammon's mind quaked. The pull from within, the foreign presence pressing against his consciousness, he tried to seize control. He trembled violently, fighting against the force. I am not afraid. But he knew, he had to give in, if he was to walk away alive.
His chest pulsed again. Dust swirled in small spirals. Rocks trembled. The beasts shifted uneasily, sensing the growing energy, muscles coiling in anticipation—or fear.
Miles away, the other heirs noticed the subtle vibrations, the sudden shiver of the ground beneath them. Simon's eyes widened. "Do you feel that?"
Anya nodded slowly. "Something's… different. But I… I can't see who—what—"
They exchanged glances, awe and uncertainty etched across their faces. They could feel the energy—but the source was invisible to them.
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But little did anyone know that a spark awakens.
Ammon gritted his teeth. Grief, anger, and desperation fused within him, igniting the spark further. His hands hovered over Ayden, trembling. A pulse of power radiated from him, growing stronger with each heartbeat. The earth beneath them quivered. The beasts circled, unsure. Even the massive Beast God paused, eyes narrowing as it sensed the stirrings of something far greater than itself.
Ammon's tears mixed with dirt and blood, but his grip on Ayden tightened. "I promised… I wouldn't let you fall…" he whispered. The energy responded. His veins glowed faintly, his hair lifting slightly as if caught in an invisible current. The spark had taken hold, fragile but undeniable, coiling like a serpent ready to strike.
He lifted his hands slightly, focusing his will. The tremor beneath the beasts grew stronger, radiating outward. They hissed, snapping and shifting their stance. The Beast God's growl deepened, a low warning that the heir before them was no longer just a mortal in pain.
Ammon's eyes flared, molten gold like dragon-fire. His body shivered as the power surged, and for the first time, the potential within him became palpable—alive, responding, demanding action.
The wind shifted.
The battlefield that was once choked with dust and blood, now darkened, as though ancient curtains had been pulled across the heavens. Winds began to twist, wild and unrestrained. Lightning crawled across the sky in branching veins, answering a call.
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Then, the moment came. Ammon rose to his knees, gaze fixed on the massive Beast God. His hands traced a gesture in the air, instinctive yet precise. A crackle of energy burst between his fingers, coiling like lightning.
The ground trembled violently. Mountains shifted slightly, dust rising. The beasts surrounding him froze, their instincts screaming that something unstoppable had awakened.
The earth in respond to his call like an obedient titan, trembled. Causing, far off mountains to crash- no move- dragging themselves across the land with grinding roars. The ground cracked and surged upward, causing a colossal ridge that surged over the battlefield.
A tidal wave of stone.
It crashed down on the beasts with crushing finality.
Screeches erupted, then fell silence under tons of shifted rocks.
Not a single beast escaped.
Except, the beasts god, himself.
Ammon stepped forward.
Lightning answered.
A brilliant bolt of lightning shot from the sky, striking the Beast God squarely. The monstrous creature howled, muscles convulsing under the strike, and fell to the ground lifeless. The surrounding beasts recoiled, uncertainty and fear rippling through their ranks.
For miles, the other heirs felt the pulse of power echoing across the battlefield. Rocks shook, debris spiraled, and the wind itself seemed to bend toward the source—but none of them knew the caster. They were amazed, awed, confused—but safe, thanks to the unseen hand that had shifted the balance of the fight.
Ammon stood over Ayden's still form, his chest heaving, tears streaking his face. The spark of potential had ignited fully, though the battle was far from over—Hart remained alive, and Ayden remained motionless—Ammon had stepped onto a new path. One born from grief, fueled by rage, and tempered by determination.
The battlefield had been shaken, the Beast God destroyed, and a new force had awakened—an heir whose potential would reshape the war to come.
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Finally, Ammon lowered his hands slowly, the residual sparks of power crackling faintly around him. The Beast God lay shattered before him, yet the air still thrummed with danger. His chest heaved, his vision blurred with tears, and Ayden remained motionless, a weight that no surge of power could lift alone.
From the horizon, Hart's shadow stretched across the battlefield, eyes narrowing as he felt the pulse of Ammon's awakening. The wind carried a whisper of the heir's potential, and for the first time, even the dark knight's confidence faltered.
Ammon's hands clenched into fists, golden flames flickering in his eyes. His voice, trembling yet resolute, cut through the roaring winds:
"This… is only the beginning."
The battlefield held its breath. The other heirs, still miles away, felt the tremor and looked toward the source with awe and confusion. They did not know who had wrought this power. They did not know what had just awakened.
But one thing was certain: the spark of potential had ignited, and the war was about to change forever.