Chapter 462: The Last Dawn 2
The dead—all the dead that Luna and Garduck had created in their assault—began to stir. Not as mindless zombies, but as loyal soldiers of the god of the underworld. Their eyes blazed with green fire as they turned on their killers, their broken bodies moving with supernatural grace.
"You think death ends service to the gods?" Osiris’s voice carried the finality of the grave. "Death is where service truly begins."
Luna found herself surrounded by the very war-sphinxes she had destroyed, their stone flesh reformed and their riddles now whispered with the voices of the dead. "What burns hotter than the sun?" one asked, its voice a hollow echo of her own words. "The flames of regret, child. The fire that burns when you realise your defeat."
Isis wove spells that turned Luna’s own flames against her, the demoness forced to dodge emerald serpents that bore her own essence. "You use fire as a weapon," the goddess said, her voice beautiful and terrible. "But fire serves life, not destruction. Let me show you the difference."
The hijacked flames began to burn with new purpose, no longer destroying but purifying. Where they touched Luna’s skin, they didn’t wound—they revealed. Her demonic essence began to waver, her true nature laid bare by fires that burned away all pretense and lies.
Horus descended like divine retribution, his massive wings blotting out the sun as he dove toward Garduck. The demon’s colossal strength meant nothing against the sky god’s speed—talons that could rend reality itself raked across Garduck’s back before he could react, ichor spattering the sand as he roared in pain and fury.
"You boast of strength, demon," Horus spoke as he soared past, preparing for another dive. "But strength without wisdom is merely destruction. And destruction serves no purpose but its own end."
Anubis appeared beside the wounded Garduck, his jackal head tilting with the patience of one who had weighed countless hearts. "Your heart is heavy with rage, silver-haired one. Let me lighten its burden."
The god of judgment reached toward Garduck’s chest, not to wound but to weigh. His touch bypassed flesh and bone to grip the demon’s very soul, and Garduck felt his strength beginning to ebb as his rage was measured against the feather of Ma’at.
Thoth appeared among the chaos gods, his ibis head crowned with the wisdom of ages. Where Set’s chaos twisted reality, Thoth’s knowledge untwisted it. Where Apep’s darkness swallowed light, Thoth’s understanding illuminated truth. Where Njord’s waters defied nature, Thoth’s wisdom restored natural law.