Chapter Title: The Line Between Mortal and Divine
The silence did not last.
It never did when power like this stood on opposing sides.
The storm above stirred again, but it was no longer wild. No uncontrolled fury. No reckless judgment raining down without thought.
It moved with intent.
Zephiron hovered above the ruined battlefield, his massive form radiating a presence that no longer screamed dominance but demanded recognition. The golden lightning that coiled around him was tighter now, more condensed, as if even his power had learned restraint.
Azrael noticed immediately.
“…You changed.”
The Storm God did not deny it.
“YOU HAVE FORCED ADAPTATION.”
Azrael let out a quiet breath.
“Yeah.”
A faint smirk followed.
“Seems to be a theme lately.”
His body still ached. Every moveme
