IMMORTAL SLAYER

The winds howled as Gabriel stood alone at the center of the Council of the Gods—a place where mortal footsteps had never dared tread, a realm carved in eternity. The gods had assembled, all eyes on him. Every divine being, every celestial force.

The Olympus Angels.

The Olympian Gods.

The Ruler of the Gods.

And the air pulsed with divine authority, but not a single being dared to speak.

Except Gabriel.

His flames blazed within him—his very soul roared like a storm. His heart bled with unspoken rage, and there was no more time for appeasement.

He stepped forward.

A throne of obsidian and starlight, where the gods had gathered, glowed coldly in the distance. Gabriel walked to the center of it, his steps echoing with power, his eyes blazing with an unrelenting fire.

His voice rang out, calm yet filled with the weight of mountains.

"I do not seek your approval. I do not seek your power. But understand this, all of you—any being who dares to stand between me and what is mine will be bound to die. I will not hesitate. And I will not regret."

A silence fell over the assembly—an unnatural stillness.

Gabriel's gaze swept across the room.

Zeus sat upon his throne of clouds, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.

Poseidon leaned against his trident, eyes blazing with ancient contempt.

Ares stood beside Artemis, his hand resting on his weapon, tense and ready for violence.

Hera glared, her regal presence radiating, as if she could strike him down with a glance.

And the Angels of Olympus, their wings gleaming with radiant light, stood at the back, waiting for his next move.

But Gabriel didn't flinch. He couldn't anymore.

With a flick of his wrist, the air cracked open—like a celestial wound.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled.

Gabriel raised his hand—just his hand—and the air around him shuddered. A pulse, like an explosion of raw energy, rippled outward. It wasn't a massive surge of power—but a mere taste—a mere whisper of what he could unleash.

Lightning crackled from his fingers. The sky above cracked open, streaked with white fire. His aura expanded—like a thousand suns colliding. The gods flinched back.

The Ruler of All Gods stood at the edge of the arena. He was silent. Eyes locked on Gabriel.

Gabriel's voice grew louder, more defiant:

"I've endured your games. Your rules. Your petty politics. But I will not stand by while you tear apart the one person I have left. She is mine to protect. And if you dare interfere again, I'll make sure none of you ever see the light of the gods again."

A deep rumble echoed as the divine world seemed to hold its breath.

Ares stepped forward, his eyes burning. "You threaten us?"

Gabriel's eyes flashed with fire. "I don't threaten, Ares. I deliver."

He snapped his fingers.

The heavens themselves quaked.

For an instant, the entire divine court was plunged into darkness.

And in the blink of an eye, Gabriel's hand flared with energy—like the pulse of a dying star. He crushed the air between his fingers. The gods gasped. A split second—and it was over.

The divine power—half of what Gabriel truly held—flooded the arena. Lightning, fire, wind, and celestial force slammed into the very foundations of the world. The ground cracked beneath their feet. Mountains crumbled. The sky shimmered with ancient power.

The gods and angels were immobilized, frozen in place by the sheer weight of his presence.

But they couldn't touch him.

Gabriel stood, breathing, his face cold and emotionless.

"This is only a fraction of my power. A fraction. Understand, now, why you do not wish to provoke me."

He turned away, his aura dissipating, leaving only the faintest echoes of a storm that could have consumed everything.

He walked toward the portal, his voice breaking the silence one final time:

"I will return to where I belong, far from the court of fools. And if any of you have the courage to follow… feel free. But remember, you walk a path paved with your own destruction."

With one last glance, he stepped through the rift.

Elsewhere, back in the safe haven where Merlin and his companions awaited, Gabriel emerged—his presence still crackling with the energy of the divine confrontation.

He didn't say a word.

But in his eyes… there was something darker. Something deeper.

The cost of choosing his path had just begun.

The gods—shaken and broken in their seats—knew one truth now:

Gabriel, the Chosen One, was more than just a child of fire and shadow. He was a force that could end the divine world.

And they had just witnessed the beginning of that power.