Ascension of the Devouring Flame I'm the son of Ego and Abeloth

The battlefield was ancient, scarred by the weight of countless wars. Kael stood in its centre, the wind carrying the scent of ash and iron. His molten-gold eyes fixed on the figure before him, a towering warrior cloaked in armour that shimmered with an iridescent, almost celestial glow. The warrior's presence was immense, as though the very air bent to accommodate his power.

"You are not of this world," the warrior said, his voice deep and steady, like the rumble of a distant storm. His helmet concealed his face, but Kael could feel the sharpness of his gaze. "What is your purpose here, outsider?"

Kael smirked, his blood singing in anticipation. "Purpose?" he repeated mockingly. "I'm here to conquer, to devour, and to prove that I am the strongest being to walk the multiverse."

The warrior tilted his head, his silence an unspoken judgement. Then, without a word, he raised his weapon: a massive halberd etched with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The ground trembled as he planted its haft into the earth.

Kael's grin widened. "Finally," he said, his voice laced with excitement. "Someone worth my time."

With a surge of energy, Kael launched himself forward, his body surrounded by a corona of golden light. The warrior met his charge head-on, swinging the halberd with a force that cleaved the air itself. Kael narrowly dodged the strike, feeling the shockwave ripple through his body as it shattered the ground behind him.

Kael retaliated with a blast of raw energy, a chaotic mix of celestial power and the dark essence of his mother's bloodline. The warrior raised his halberd to block, the energy exploding around him in a dazzling display of light and shadow. When the smoke cleared, the warrior remained standing, his armour scorched but intact.

"Good," Kael muttered, a spark of exhilaration in his voice. "You can take a hit."

The warrior didn't respond. Instead, he lunged forward with surprising speed for someone of his size, his halberd slicing through the air with deadly precision. Kael met the attack with a blade forged from his own essence, the clash of their weapons sending sparks flying in every direction.

The two combatants moved with a ferocity that shook the battlefield. Kael fought like a storm, his attacks wild and relentless, while the warrior was a fortress, every movement precise and unyielding. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, the air thick with the energy of their clash.

As the battle raged on, Kael found himself grinning despite the growing exhaustion in his limbs. For the first time, he felt truly alive. Every strike, every parry, every burst of power was a test of his limits, and he revelled in the challenge.

"You're strong," Kael admitted, his breath coming in short bursts. "But strength isn't enough to beat me."

He extended his hand, and the ground beneath the warrior erupted in a torrent of molten lava, a manifestation of Kael's connection to his father's essence. The warrior leapt back, his armour glowing red-hot from the heat. Kael didn't let up, pressing the attack with a barrage of energy blasts that lit up the battlefield like a storm of falling stars.

The warrior deflected the blasts with his halberd, the runes on its surface glowing brighter with each impact. Then, with a roar that shook the heavens, he unleashed a counterattack: a wave of energy so immense that it seemed to split the sky.

Kael braced himself, crossing his arms as the wave slammed into him. The force drove him back, his feet carving trenches in the earth as he struggled to remain upright. When the attack subsided, he was battered but unbroken, his golden eyes blazing with defiance.

"You'll have to do better than that," Kael said, his voice dripping with confidence.

The warrior charged again, his movements a blur. Kael met him head-on, their weapons clashing in a burst of light and sound. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the two of them locked in a contest of strength and will.

Then, with a burst of raw power, Kael broke the stalemate. He drove his blade forward, shattering the warrior's halberd and sending him crashing to the ground.

Kael stood over his fallen opponent, his body radiating power. "You fought well," he said, his tone almost respectful. "But this is my victory."

The warrior struggled to rise, but Kael raised his hand, a sphere of chaotic energy forming in his palm. "Rest now," he said, his voice softer but no less resolute. "You've earned it."

With a final surge of power, Kael unleashed the sphere, consuming the warrior in a blinding explosion of light. When the smoke cleared, nothing remained but a smouldering crater.

Kael stood at the edge of the crater, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the battle. He was exhausted, his energy reserves nearly depleted, but he felt an overwhelming sense of triumph.

"Is this what you wanted?" Nihilus' voice echoed in his mind, cold and distant. "To prove yourself through destruction?"

Kael closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes," he said, his voice firm. "This is who I am. This is what I was born to do."

Nihilus' laughter rang out, a hollow, echoing sound. "Then you are one step closer to becoming what you were meant to be. But remember, Kael: the multiverse is vast, and there are beings far stronger than you. Do not let this victory make you complacent."

Kael opened his eyes, his golden gaze burning with determination. "Let them come," he said. "I'll crush them all."

As he turned to leave the battlefield, Kael felt a new sense of purpose. He was no longer content to simply exist. He would carve his name into the multiverse, one battle at a time, until all who opposed him lay broken at his feet.