The battlefield formed above the shattered rim of the Eternal Empire.
No weapons.
No laws.
No divine techniques.
Kael Veyris stepped forward and spoke only three words:
I'll use strength.
Across from him stood a war-god who had conquered twelve higher realms – a titan forged in cosmic storms, armored in collapsed stars. His aura crushed dimensions.
Kael didn't release a single thread of power.
He removed even his aura.
He sealed his dragon bloodline.
He shut down every divine law.
Only his physique remained.Kael took one step.
The ground didn't crack.
It compacted — reality compressing beneath the weight of his existence.
The war-god charged.
His punch carried supernova force.
It struck Kael's chest.
Silence.
Not because it was weak.
But because Kael's body absorbed it like wind hitting a mountain older than time.
Kael blinked.
Then punched back.There was no explosion.
No light.
No dramatic effect.
Just contact.
And the war-god's armor disintegrated into dust– not destroyed, not shattered– simply reduced to something beneath matter.
The shockwave didn't travel outward.
It traveled upward, splitting the sky like a curtain.
Entire constellations shifted.
Far away, sages felt their bones tremble.The war-god roared and activated forbidden force amplification.
His muscles grew, veins glowing like solar rivers.
He threw a thousand punches in a second.
Kael didn't dodge.
Each strike landed.
Each one strengthened him.
His physique absorbed kinetic force and refined it instantly.
Kael rotated his shoulder once.
Reality rippled.
Then he threw a straight punch.
The air didn't explode.
The concept of resistance did.
The war-god's body froze mid-attack.
Cracks spread through him — not physical cracks, but structural ones.
He fell.
Defeated.Kael stood alone in the sky.
No aura.
No technique.
Just breath.
He looked at his own hand quietly.
So this is what pure strength feels like…
Below, his wives and generals watched in stunned silence.
One of them whispered:
He didn't fight… he just existed harder.
Kael stepped back toward the palace.
The sky slowly stitched itself together.
He smiled faintly.
Next time, he might actually try.