The alternate timeline begins to settle. The violent black-red clouds fade, as if the realm itself recognizes that its purpose has been fulfilled. Raiyen stands near the abyss, his body wounded but his aura calmer and more stable than ever before.
Behind him, the familiar circular portal reappears—but this time it is silent. No force, no violence. It opens with a strange sense of respect. A voice tells Raiyen that he has taken what he came for, and that it is time to return to the world where his name has already become fear.
Raiyen takes one final look at the broken realm that tested him beyond destruction. He thanks it—not for mercy, but for pain. Then he steps through the portal.
Raiyen returns to the main timeline, to the same battlefield where the God of Judgment fell. Yet everything feels different. The sky is darker, the divine presence weaker, and the air carries fear rather than authority. Raiyen inhales slowly. His Soul Flame burns quietly now—no explosive rage, no chaos. Only control.
It is time to move.
Across the realms, the impact of his return spreads instantly. Within the shattered remnants of the Heavenly Court, the remaining Gods grow restless. Divine orbs flicker. Whispers of panic fill the halls. The truth is undeniable—the God of Judgment is truly dead, erased without even a soul trace remaining.
Amid the fear, one absence is the most disturbing of all.
The God of Light remains silent.
While the others speak in panic, he does not respond—and that silence weighs heavier than any scream.
From the shadows, the observers react. Veyra, standing atop a ruined spire, senses the difference immediately. Raiyen has returned with less visible fire, but far greater danger. Korrin agrees, smiling knowingly—this is no longer a being driven purely by revenge. Raiyen will now choose who dies, and when.
They both understand: his next move will not be random.
Raiyen stands on a high cliff overlooking the realm. Opening his palm, he watches his Soul Flame rotate calmly above his hand. He sets a new rule for himself—no excess, no waste. Each God will die only as much as necessary. The faint glow of the Godslayer Sigil responds, as if in approval.
The world feels him.
Fallen angels pause mid-flight. Ancient demons awaken. Forgotten beasts bow their heads. Across existence, a single realization spreads—this is not chaos returning.
A balanced destroyer has come back.
Raiyen's name is no longer just a curse.
It has become a prophecy.
He looks toward the sky and speaks softly.
He is coming for the Gods—but this time, not in desperation, not in rage.
This time, he walks forward by choice.
The Soul Flame flares once—then falls silent.
Darkness closes in.