Re:Awakening with Ultimate Power as a Cosmic God-Chapter 84: Ch : Your Choice - Part 5

The sky cracked.

Above the ruined city of Callex, divine ash rained like snowfall—black flakes smoldering as they fell from the wounded heavens.

The formation barrier flickered overhead, flickering like it could shatter at any moment.

Below, the ground roared as twisted beasts crawled from ruptured stone, their bodies stitched with corruption and divine residue.

And towering above them all was Queen Gorgon.

Her body was no longer human.

Her bones twisted outward into jagged protrusions. Aether bled from her skin in threads of red and gold, leaking from the gaping eye of divinity pulsing in her chest.

Her voice was a chorus now—one human, one monstrous.

Nova’s hand tightened around the hilt of his blade.

"Malrik."

He called.

The former knight stepped forward, armor smoking from the divine surge within.

"Yeah?"

"You take Gorgon."

Malrik blinked.

"You serious?"

"I’ll clear the way. You finish her."

Malrik’s jaw set.

"What about the rest of them?"

"The Queen’s orders will handle that."

As if on cue, Eleysa raised her blade from behind them. Her voice cracked with strain, but her presence filled the courtyard.

"All units! Engage the lesser monsters! Keep them off Malrik and Nova! Do not let them reach the formation!"

She shouted.

Her words lit a fire. Callex’s defenders surged forward—mages, warriors, clerics—every last soul with a weapon or spell on their tongue threw themselves into the chaos. Aether flared.

Beside Nova, Anna drew her dagger and stepped forward.

"I’m coming too."

Nova didn’t turn.

"No."

"What?"

"You’re not fighting."

Her voice sharpened.

"I’m not a burden." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"This isn’t about that."

"Then what is it about?"

Nova turned toward her, eyes colder than usual.

"You don’t have aether, Anna. Not enough. A single mistake here could kill you—or worse, leave you broken in ways you never recover from."

Anna’s fingers twitched around the hilt.

"Then give me a seal. Let me borrow a core like you did for Malrik."

"I can’t. You’re not compatible with any of the ones we have."

Nova’s voice dropped, low and steady.

Anna went still.

Nova stepped closer, voice softening just a fraction.

"Go. Please. We’ll talk about this later."

For a moment, Anna looked like she might argue again—but then she saw it.

The weight in Nova’s eyes.

The kind of fear he would never voice aloud.

She clenched her jaw.

"You better come back."

She muttered, turning away.

Nova watched her disappear down the side path, escorted by two mages. The moment she was gone, his sword lit with light from the aether, thrumming with raw speed and precision.

"Malrik...Your body’s not going to last long. You’ve got one shot at this. Make it count."

He said, without looking back.

Malrik cracked his neck.

"Don’t need more than one."

The monsters roared as they surged forward—limbs of jagged glass, wings of shadow, claws etched with untranslatable runes.

Queen Gorgon raised her arms, and from her mouth poured a howl that split the clouds.

Then the ground shook—and the final battle began.

Nova moved first.

In a flash of motion, he was gone.

His body blurred, weaving through the tide like wind given form. One monster raised its blade-arm—he severed it in a blink.

Another opened its mouth to scream—his sword split its skull before sound escaped.

"Keep going!"

He barked to Malrik, carving through another horror as if it were nothing but smoke.

Malrik charged behind him, flame building in his lungs. The divine power in his chest screamed, but he pushed it down.

Gorgon loomed at the far end of the plaza, her voice whispering promises of peace, of surrender.

He didn’t listen.

Nova’s aether flared again. He threw his hand forward and a wave of compressed force burst outward, slamming through a wall of monsters and flinging them into buildings like ragdolls.

His path cleared momentarily, and he shouted over his shoulder.

"NOW, MALRIK!"

Malrik roared, divine sigil glowing on his chest. His sword ignited with white flame as he charged straight down the cleared path.

Queen Gorgon saw him coming.

She laughed—a guttural, metallic shriek—and raised her hands. Two massive wings of bone exploded from her back and launched dozens of glass-tipped tendrils at him.

"Die, little pawn."

But Malrik didn’t slow.

He ducked under the first whip, let the second scrape across his shoulder, and then—when one tendril came too close—he grabbed it with his bare hand, divine flame burning it to ash.

"I’m no pawn. I’m the end."

He growled.

He leapt.

Queen Gorgon screeched and slammed her claws down—but Malrik twisted mid-air and drove his sword into her shoulder.

The blade didn’t pierce deeply—but it caught. She shrieked in fury and backhanded him, sending him crashing through a stone tower.

Nova was already there, cutting down two more beasts that tried to intercept.

"You alive?"

He asked without turning.

"Barely! But I’ve still got hands. That’s enough."

Malrik coughed, limping out of the rubble. "

Nova’s blade shimmered.

"Then move. I’ll keep the rest off your back."

Gorgon raised her arms again, blood dripping from her shoulder. Her body pulsed with corrupted divinity, the air warping around her.

Malrik grinned through cracked teeth.

"Your curse ends here."

And as he rushed toward her once more, Nova followed behind—his blade dancing, his will unshakable, carving the path through darkness itself.

Malrik surged forward again, divine fire swirling at his feet. Every step he took cracked the ground beneath him.

His lungs burned, vision blurred—but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Gorgon extended a hand toward the heavens. The sky answered her call. Black lightning arced downward in jagged, screaming bolts. The plaza erupted in fire and force.

Nova’s voice cut through the chaos.

"Left!"

Malrik dove, rolling under a bolt that split the ground open behind him. Rubble exploded into the air. He didn’t stop to look.

Every second wasted was a second closer to death—his, or everyone else’s.

Gorgon’s chest glowed with divine madness.

"You do not have a role in the prophecy any longer. You cannot hurt me."

Malrik skidded to a halt just outside her reach.

"Then why are you afraid?"

She lunged, but Nova was faster.

In a flash, he intercepted the strike, blade clashing with her twisted claw. The impact split the ground in a shockwave of raw energy. Nova didn’t budge.

"Go."

He said to Malrik, voice calm through the fire.

Malrik nodded once and leapt past them both, sword drawn back. He climbed the side of a shattered wall, using divine force to propel himself higher—and then launched into the air.

Gorgon turned toward him just as he descended.

He came down like a comet—sword blazing with light, fury, and divine vengeance.

The blade struck.

It carved deep into Gorgon’s chest, tearing through corrupted flesh and piercing the eye of divinity nestled in her ribs.

Gorgon screamed—a sound that fractured stone, wilted trees, and echoed across the broken skyline.

Malrik didn’t let go.

Even as her claws tore into his side, even as blood poured from his mouth, he gripped his sword with everything he had left.

"This... is from Callex!"

He roared.

And the light beneath his skin exploded—divine fire engulfing them both in a blast that lit the sky.

Nova shielded his eyes as the light tore upward.

Then, silence.

A heartbeat.

And Gorgon’s body began to fall.