Chapter 2: Heaven’s Dark Heretic
The storm raged above the Shattered Peaks, lightning splitting the sky like the wrath of heaven manifesting.
Blood painted the mountaintop.
Bodies—hundreds of them—littered the ground. Their robes were torn, their weapons broken. Some still twitched, their golden cores extinguished.
At the center of it all stood one man.
His name had been erased from history.
His crimes were beyond counting.
And now, he stood at the edge of death.
"You cannot win."
The voice came from the Grand Elder of the Divine Sword Sect. His pristine white robes were stained crimson. His sword, Heaven’s Judgment, trembled in his grip—not from fear, but from exhaustion.
Around him, the last of the Seven Celestial Sects’ masters stood, their auras flickering like dying stars.
They had come to kill a monster.
And they had paid the price.