Chapter 210: God Vs Saint?
You will forget. You will wander. You will be nothing.
His knees nearly gave out, but Diva caught him before he fell. "Hold on," she urged, her voice trembling now, not from weakness but from the strain of pulling against a force older than either of them.
Her song shifted again, becoming sharper, the notes like blades slicing at invisible chains. Each word she sang seemed to carry a command, as if ordering the seal itself to break.
A crack appeared. Not in the world around them, but in him.
Light spilled from it—pure, blinding, and alive. The moment it touched him, his heartbeat thundered like war drums.
Igaris’ eyes snapped open, and for a heartbeat they were not the same eyes. They were the eyes of a ruler, a conqueror, someone who had once stood above heaven and earth without bowing to either.
"Diva..." he whispered, and there was something in the way he said her name—something ancient.
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, but her smile was radiant. "Welcome back... my Overlord."
The seal was not fully gone, but it was breaking. Piece by piece. And with every fragment that fell away, the man he had been was stirring once more.
Igaris finally unlocked the memories of reality before the Skadi Emperor had used the Infinity Dream Box to restrain him.
Diva was one of the twenty-six wives he had in his previous timeline. There was a story behind why he had fallen for her, but now was not the time to recall it.
He needed to return to Orca.
"Diva, what is the condition outside? How much time has passed since I was struck here? How are Evernight, Shirley, and my army?"
Diva’s expression turned difficult, the warmth in her eyes dimming. "It has been nearly two months, my husband. After you were gone, Emperor Kaelion attacked the army. He brutally destroyed hundreds of thousands. Since they refused to break their loyalty to you, millions died. Shirley and Evernight were also on the verge of being captured, but fortunately I arrived in time and saved them. As for your army, I have transferred them to another dream realm for safety."
Igaris exhaled a long sigh of relief. He still felt the weight of guilt for the millions lost, but there was hope. He could revive some, if they had been Acquired.
The chances were slim. At best, he might be able to bring back a few hundred thousand. Not all of them had been Acquired, and those who had not were gone forever.
Igaris closed his eyes, forcing himself to bury the grief under a layer of cold resolve.
"Then there is no time to waste. I must break out of this cursed prison now."
Diva stepped forward, her delicate hands gripping his arm tightly. "It will not be easy. The Infinity Dream Box is sealed with seven layers of reality chains. If you force your way through too quickly, your soul might tear apart."
"I do not care," Igaris replied, his voice deep and steady. "If I remain here, the Emperor will destroy everything I built. Even if my soul shatters, I will return."
Diva’s gaze softened for a moment, then hardened with determination. "Very well. I will lend you the power of my domain. But you must follow my lead. If you resist my guidance, the dream will collapse on both of us."
She raised her hands, and a wave of shimmering light spread through the air. The dream realm began to ripple, the walls bending and twisting as if they were made of liquid glass. "The chains are bound to your mind, not your body. You must tear away the false memories while I break the locks from the outside."
Igaris closed his eyes again, diving deep into the core of his consciousness. Images of false lives, twisted realities, and fabricated emotions assaulted him, trying to anchor him in place. He clenched his fists, activating Soul Eclipse. His essence flared like a black sun, burning away the illusions that clung to him.
The first chain snapped.
The realm shuddered violently.
Diva’s voice echoed, strained but commanding. "Six remain. Hurry."
A shadow appeared in the distance, tall and regal, with eyes that burned like molten gold. It was Kaelion’s projection, sent to reinforce the prison. His voice dripped with contempt. "Still struggling, Igaris? You should know by now... no one escapes my box."
Igaris’ lips curled into a cold smile. "Then you have never seen me try."
The second and third chains shattered under the combined force of his will and Diva’s song. The melody that poured from her lips was both beautiful and terrifying, a sound that shook the dream itself.
Cracks began to spread through the false sky above them.
By the time the fifth chain broke, Kaelion’s form lunged forward, his hand reaching for Igaris’ throat. But Igaris moved faster, his World Destroying Finger piercing straight through the projection’s head. The image dissolved into dust.
The sixth and seventh chains burst apart in a single, deafening shockwave. The dream realm splintered, shards of false reality falling away into a black void.
Diva’s hand clasped his. "Go, my husband. Return to your war."
Light engulfed him, and the next instant, Igaris felt solid ground beneath his feet once more.
The skies over Orca darkened the moment Igaris emerged. The ground trembled beneath his feet, as if the world itself recognized the return of its lost sovereign.
High above, suspended within a storm of golden-black fire, stood Emperor Kaelion. No longer the arrogant youth Igaris had known, his body radiated divine light twisted with malevolent shadow. A crown of burning halos floated above his head, each inscribed with runes of damnation. His presence bent reality, forcing lesser beings to their knees.
"Igaris Vance," Kaelion’s voice rolled like a thunderclap, shaking the mountains. "You crawled out of my Infinity Dream Box. Impressive. But you have returned to a world that belongs to me."
Igaris raised his head slowly, eyes like twin abysses reflecting the void between stars. "Belongs to you? No. You are merely keeping my throne warm."
Kaelion’s smile was cold. "Then take it... if you can."
The heavens tore apart as the God of Damnation descended.
Igaris responded instantly, summoning the arcane might he had mastered as Supreme Mage within the dream. His body flared with seven layers of forbidden magic.
"Forbidden Art... Cataclysm Nova!"
A sphere of condensed chaos erupted from his hands, swallowing the sky in a storm of flame and void energy.
Kaelion countered, raising his hand. "Damnation Law... Eternal Annihilation."
Reality itself screamed as a colossal blade of pure judgment fell from the heavens, cleaving through the Cataclysm Nova and splitting the sea for miles.
The shockwave vaporized entire islands. Clouds turned to steam. Orca’s walls crumbled like paper.
Igaris vanished into Umbral Veil, reappearing behind Kaelion with the Godslayer Sword in hand. His strike tore through divine armor, spilling radiant blood that burned holes into the ocean below. But Kaelion laughed, twisting his wound into chains of damnation that lashed around Igaris.
"You think forbidden magic can slay a god?" Kaelion mocked, pulling Igaris toward him.
"Not just magic," Igaris growled. His Architect’s Eyes flared, calculating every thread of divine energy around Kaelion. In an instant, he activated Yin-Yang Reversal, flipping the flow of Kaelion’s godly power back onto him.
Kaelion’s body convulsed as his own damnation fire turned inward, searing his divine flesh. But instead of weakening, the god’s aura erupted into an even more destructive storm.
"Good... Now you are worth killing."
The two collided once more. Each exchange shattered continents. Seas boiled, skies burned, and the very laws of reality bent under their fury.
The world witnessed not a battle, but a war between the master of forbidden sorcery and the God of Damnation — a clash that would decide the fate of every realm.
The collision between Igaris and Kaelion did not just scar the land — it annihilated it.
A single exchange of blows sent a rupture across Orca’s surface, a fracture of light and shadow splitting the planet’s crust like brittle porcelain. The seas were swallowed into the abyss, mountains were hurled into the air, and the sky itself split into veins of void.
CRRRAAAAAACK!
The world’s soul screamed. Massive chunks of Orca tore free from its surface, drifting into the star-filled black beyond, each piece carrying cities, forests, and fragments of kingdoms. They floated apart like a shattered crown scattered across the heavens.
From the far edges of the broken realm, the other Saints of Orca emerged.
The Saint of Dawn descended in a rain of golden light. The Frost Saint arrived within a storm of glacial shards. The Sea Saint rode a swirling sphere of ocean water that somehow remained whole in the void.
Each bore an expression of shock at the devastation — but Kaelion’s gaze never once turned toward them.
To him, they were dust in the wind, specks of power unworthy of even acknowledgement. His divine eyes were locked solely on Igaris.
"You’ve grown stronger than the mortal I once toyed with," Kaelion said, voice like a bell tolling across eternity. "But you still kneel beneath Damnation."
Igaris’ aura swelled, a tide of forbidden magic gathered from centuries of Dream Realm mastery. "If you want me to kneel..." he said, stepping forward as cracks of annihilation spread beneath his feet, "...you’ll have to break the Infinity."
The Saints, sensing the raw pressure radiating from both combatants, dared not draw closer. This was no battle they could join — and Kaelion would not even notice if they perished in the crossfire.
With the next strike, the void shook, and another fragment of Orca was hurled into the endless dark.