The rise of a fallen primordial God

The sky of the Nine Heavens bled crimson,Countless stars shattered and fell as streams of divine light crossed the endless void. At the center of the battlefield stood a lone figure clad in black robes, his long silver hair dancing wildly within the chaotic storm. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips as he stood amidst countless divine armies. Despite being surrounded by all sides, his gaze remained calm, carrying the majesty of one who stood at the peak of creation. Then his body trembled. For the first time since the battle began, shock appeared in his eyes. A black dagger had pierced through his heart.The hand gripping the dagger belonged to a man he believed had died centuries ago.His twin brother. Time seemed to freeze, as countless memories flashed through his mind: their childhood, their laughter, the blood they had shed together, and the promise they once made beneath the Ancient Star Tree. His lips trembled slightly. "Brother..." The simple word carried disbelief, pain, and a trace of longing that had not faded even after countless years.. The man behind him remained silent.His face was almost identical to his own, as though he were staring into a mirror from the past. Only the eyes were different. Gone was the warmth he once remembered. What remained was endless indifference." You seem disappointed to see me alive." The twin brother slowly twisted the dagger deeper into his heart.Divine blood poured from the wound, causing entire stars to collapse within the surrounding heavens. A faint smile appeared on the twin's face."Did you truly believe I died all those years ago, my dear brother ?"