The war horn echoed through the desolate skies of Abyssia, its mournful cry reverberating across the ruined wasteland. Caelum groaned, shifting against the cold stone of the cave floor, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. His blonde hair is a mess.

  "Already?" he muttered, voice thick with irritation. "Didn’t even get to sleep much..."

  It was always like this. Day after day, the war raged, a never-ending cycle of slaughter between Luminara and Nyxara. He had long since stopped caring who won or lost. It didn’t matter to him.

  Yet, no matter how much he tried to stay out of their war, they refused to leave him alone.

  Luminara, a planet where people worship Aureon, Solmara and Vealis. While Nyxara is a planet where people worship Noctyss, Zareth and Erythos.

  Immortal being who is resistant to their own god’s blessings but only fatal toward opposing god’s blessings.They truly believe this war is a cycle of life and death that has created by their own 6 gods.

  ’What a joke’

  Where are those so called ‘gods’ now? Abandon their people to their fates in this ridiculous cycle, just like my parents.

  Footsteps crunched against the dirt at the cave entrance when Caelum deep in thought. Caelum sighed, already knowing who it was before he even turned his head.

  Two figures stood at the threshold of his temporary sanctuary, bathed in the dim glow of the Abyssian sky.

  Lucielle and Varithra.

  Lucielle, a warrior of Luminara, stepped forward first. Aether shimmered in her grip, coalescing into a radiant blade of pure light. Aetherforging they called it, blessing from the Aureon, The radiant king himself. Her golden hair framed sharp yellow eyes filled with cold determination.

  Beside her, Varithra , a long black haired woman with a piercing violet eye symbolises her heritage from Nyxara. She remained still, her presence marked by the flickering violet-black fire swirling at her fingertips. The Entropic Flame cast eerie shadows against her dark hair. Entropic flame, blessing from Erythos, the dying flame. This flames has to power to erode almost everything, even the wielder’s own life force.

  Luminara and Nyxara. Enemies, yet standing side by side.

  An odd sight to most, blasphemy to some, but to Caelum, this was nothing new. These two had hunted him for longer than he cared to count.

  He stretched lazily, rubbing the back of his neck. "How long are we going to keep up this foolishness ?" His voice was dry, uninterested. "You know you can’t kill me."

  Lucielle’s grip tightened on her sword. "Then we’ll keep trying until you finally die."

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  Varithra tilted her head, the embers in her hand flaring hotter. "One way or another, you’ll break."

  Caelum sighed. "Guess we’re doing this again."

  The battle began.

  Dark tendrils curled at Caelum’s fingertips as he clenched his fist. The shadows around him twisted and coiled, taking shape—solidifying into a jagged, pitch-black sword. Umbracraft, a blessing from Noctyss, The veiled queen.

  Lucielle moved first.

  Her blade of light slashed toward him in a blinding arc, forcing him to react. Caelum barely brought his Umbracraft sword up in time, their weapons clashing with a burst of opposing energy. The impact sent vibrations through his arm, but he held firm.

  Lucielle’s strikes were relentless, each one faster than the last, forcing him on the defensive. He blocked, parried, dodged—but he had to be careful.

  Varithra was watching. Waiting.

  A low hum filled the air. A warning.

  Instinct screamed at him to move. Caelum twisted just as a torrent of Entropic Flame roared past, searing the air where he had stood moments before. Even from a distance, the heat clawed at his skin.

  "Not bad, she getting better at this" he muttered, rolling away just in time to dodge another flaming projectile.

  Varithra remained further back, raising her hand to prepare another spell. She wasn’t closing the distance—of course she wouldn’t. Her role was to keep him pressured while Lucielle kept him locked in melee.

  A good strategy. If only it could actually kill him.

  Lucielle lunged again, her sword a streak of golden radiance. Caelum twisted his grip, parrying the strike. He absorbed the momentum, spinning his weapon to counter, but she disengaged before he could follow through.

  Another flare of energy—Varithra had finished casting.

  Caelum barely had time to react before a swirling mass of Entropic Flame hurtled toward him. He threw himself backward, rolling just as the explosion charred the ground where he had been.

  ‘This is getting annoying’

  Caelum pushed himself up, gripping his Umbracraft sword tighter. He couldn’t stay on the defensive forever.

  He needed to shift the fight in his favor.

  Lucielle moved in for another attack, but Caelum feigned a stumble, deliberately leaving an opening. She took the bait, lunging forward—

  —and he vanished past her in an instant.

  "Varithra!" Lucielle shouted, but it was too late.

  Caelum closed the distance in a blink, his shadow-forged sword forming mid-swing. Varithra barely had time to react before the blade cut through her side. She gasped, staggering backward, the Entropic Flame flickering out.

  But she didn’t fall—not yet. His Umbracraft blade, born from Nyxara’s god blessing, could wound her, but it could never end her life.

  The pain was enough. Her strength failed her, and she collapsed to one knee.

  Lucielle was already moving, golden light flaring at her side.

  Caelum didn’t hesitate. He dismissed his Umbracraft sword, and in the same breath, summoned a new blade—a sword of pure Aether. Aetherforging.

  Lucielle’s eyes widened in shock no matter how many times she saw him manipulate the blessings from both Luminara and Nyxara from their previous battles.

  He struck fast, the Aetherforged sword slamming into her shoulder. The impact sent her skidding back, forcing her to the ground. She groaned, her golden energy flickering weakly around her.

  Not fatal—but enough.

  Caelum dismissed his sword and stepped past them, heading for the cave’s exit.

  "Why?"

  Lucielle’s voice was sharp with anger.

  He paused.

  "You could have killed us. We deserve to die for the cycle " she snapped, struggling to lift herself. "You can switch blessing at will. You could have ended us both easily. So why always only knock us down?"

  Caelum turned slightly, meeting her fierce yellow gaze. Then, he smiled—a weary, bitter smile.

  "Because my priority isn’t killing you," he said simply. "It’s killing myself."

  With that, he stepped into the wastelands of Abyssia, leaving them behind.

  He needed to find a new hiding spot.

  One that, hopefully, would last longer this time.