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The sky split open.

Selene stood in the ruins of the battlefield, her silver eyes burning like twin stars as the air around her rippled with power. The ground cracked beneath her feet, the very fabric of reality trembling under the weight of what had just been unleashed.

She had always known power.

She had been blessed by the Moon Goddess. She had led a pack, defied fate, and walked the line between mortal and divine.

But now—

Now, she was something more.

And the gods knew it.

Lightning streaked across the sky, a voice thundering from the heavens, raw and furious. “YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO BE.”

Selene lifted her chin, unshaken.

“Then you shouldn’t have made me.”

The wind howled, and the god descended.

A being wreathed in golden light, their form shifting between something ethereal and monstrous. Their presence pressed against the earth, heavy and suffocating, as if reality itself was bending beneath their will.

Kael swore under his breath. “I hate it when they do that.”

Lucian’s emerald eyes darkened. “Be ready.”

Selene wasn’t afraid.

The god landed, their feet touching the ground as the air crackled with divine energy. Their eyes—if they could be called that—blazed like suns, their voice like fire and stone.

“You have broken the balance.”

Selene laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“The balance was never fair.”

The god moved, their power surging toward her in a wave of golden fire. The force of it shattered the ground, splitting the ruins apart.

But Selene didn’t move.

She raised a hand.

And for the first time in eternity—

A god’s power was stopped.

Kael let out a low whistle. “Well. That’s new.”

Lucian exhaled, his jaw tight. “She’s not just fighting them.” His voice was quiet, almost reverent. “She’s equal to them.”

Selene clenched her fingers, the divine energy in her grasp shaking, flickering as she bent it to her will.

The god’s form faltered.

They staggered.

They felt fear.

Selene stepped forward, her silver eyes gleaming.

“You’ve spent centuries keeping us weak.” Her voice was calm, steady. “You’ve lied, manipulated, stolen power that was never yours to hold.”

The god snarled, their golden light flickering. “We made you.”

Selene tilted her head. “Then you should have made me obedient.”

She struck.

The impact shook the heavens.

The god reeled, their form shattering for a brief second before they pulled themselves back together. But Selene saw it.

The cracks.

The weakness.

Gods were not supposed to bleed.

But this one did.

Lucian’s voice was quiet, sharp. “She can kill them.”

Kael grinned. “Then let’s help her.”

The battle began again.

Selene moved faster than light, her attacks unrelenting. The god fought back, their power burning, but it wasn’t enough.

Not anymore.

Selene twisted, her silver light piercing through them, cutting through the divinity that had once been untouchable.

The god screamed.

And then—

Selene drove her power through their heart.

The god collapsed, their form splintering, golden light pouring from the wound.

They looked at her, their eyes wide with something that should have been impossible.

Selene held their gaze.

And whispered—

“Your time is over.”

The god shattered.

The world went silent.

And for the first time in history—

A god was dead.