Within a fragmented time, a day that holds time in the balance a battle that should never have been is about to begin anew, while the nearby village of Kurinet with a version of Yorun and his family wonder why the oddities nearby are happening the Yorun who fights stands next to demons as he stares down the enemy chosen before him. Yorun watches as the chosen bats the demons already attacking him away before looking at him.
"Demons? REALLY!?" The Chosen shouted with anger
"Justice and injustice, temporary teamwork. Consider this the grey area of morality" Yorun said as he magically sped towards the chosen alongside Celantriak
The loud crack and ensuing shockwave as the scythe collides with sickles and the chosen blocks the large fists of Celantriak with a magical barrier, the chosen is clearly having immediate difficulty with the two foes never mind the other demons waiting in the side lines with their wicked grins. The chosen in an instant bursts with light forcing both Yorun and Celantriak back and forcing them to cover their eyes to the blinding light, the self same chosen then shakes the ground as fires erupt from under the ground and beams of light crash down from the sky cutting into it, forcing everyone save Heltiors chosen to dodge. The now literal lightshow is seen by many far and wide, eyes glued to it yet too afraid to figure out the source all the while Yorun internally burns with anger as he then lets out the aura of pure death around him, he is conscious about how bad it could be without focus so he does, he doesn't let it go far enough to reach Kurinet nor does he let it effect the demons though he knows Celantriak could be fine given his strength yet all the same the black flames Yorun is so used to having primarily on the scythe and what for a moment covered his entire body, the nature around them begins to die once more.
"So close to home and willing to wield pure death, willing to take my job for me?" The chosen asked mockingly
Yorun doesn't respond as he continues to move away from the beams of light even with their impossible speed he shoots green fire towards the chosen who doesn't even dodge the flames, with the power he's letting out the flames do not reach him plus with his body as it is they'd do less, the chosen merely laughs in response yet fear crosses his face and within a second he dodges just as the flames turn black, he quickly turns to see the clean cut through the treeline from the quick blast. Celantriak laughs seeing this as he slowly floats back and up as the world around them begins to warp, the ground juts out randomly, trees change from wood to metal while the air becomes hard to breath in random spots, the chosen seems to be growing more and more frustrated as the world warped and Yorun smirks.
"Not enough of a god right?" Yorun asked and the chosens head snapped to look at him
"Quiet you" The chosen said
"What?" Celantriak asked
"Demons, extensions of Malekanivor, not truly living except a faux life yet even with the power you're displaying here with the clear showing of Malekanivors presence a mere moment ago, Malekanivor is not here enough for Heltior to join the fray" Yorun said
"So the chosen has tried to make this solely a god matter huh? Ha! I dare say he's getting scared" Celantriak said enjoying the fear
"That's it! I'M KILLING YOU BOTH!" The Chosen shouted with anger
The chosen while angered steadies himself and takes a deep breath which cause their body made of flames to expand and grow once more before they vanish and the random demons around all just disappear while Yorun as well as Celantriak are sent flying until they hit mountains within a fraction of a second and just as the hit and subsequent crash register they're punched by the wind in full force. Yorun groans though Celantriak just laughs, the simultaneous hits are extraordinarily painful yet the demon doesn't mind, Yorun slowly stands while Celantriak springs up.
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"Gods what the hell was that?" Yorun asked as he holds his head while his vision clears
"Oh now we're getting interesting" Celantriak said before being cuts appeared across his body and he doubles over, once again not reacting to the pain audibly before wind from all directions beging to slam into them
Yorun looks around and suddenly he's hit hard in the shoulder before being hit with the wind once more, Yorun tries to figure out what's going on then outstretches his hand behind him, the physical blow before the strike of the wind gust follows but the chosen appears in front of Yorun far enough away from his death touch's range but the look on his flaming face is that of concern.
"Did I get close?" Yorun asked
The chosen doesn't say a word as he disappears again, both Yorun and Celantriak start to get beaten by the chosen and the gusts of wind yet during the midst of this Celantriak sees the several versions of the chosen blurred surrounding them at random points. Both Yorun and Celantriak kept getting hit from all sides, front, front, back, right, left, left, left but then Yorun notices the chosen is repeating the attacks and better yet due to Celantriaks effect on the surroundings Yorun notices the blurred versions of the chosen get a little less blurred just before the strikes land. Yorun gets hit several more times before outstretching his hand once more, the chosen appears, with Yoruns hand on their chest as the chosens flaming body turns black and they collapse, the flames begin to die out and Yorun without even thinking raises the body of the chosen who's dying flames turn green as they stand once again.
"Finally got them, well done little chosen" Celantriak said
"Without you, I couldn't have not only because you saved me but the chaos you unleashed slow them" Yorun said
Time then freezes again, Yorun truly gets the first moment to see the destruction of the land around him from the fight, divots carved into the ground from the chosen's attacks, forests blown apart and the mountain he and Celantriak are on has huge craters in their sides from himself and Celantriak crashing into it. Okranam and Raeknar appear before the two of them.
"Well done Yorun even with the unexpected aid of Celantriak it was mostly you killing that chosen, with very little god involvement to boot" Raeknar said
"And the others have seen the message, try and mess with that which is my domain and I will join on Raeknars side. I could undo all that they have ever planned to do and then implemented yet now they dare not risk my involvement now but now I shall merge the fractured times back together and send you back to the Ratashatar" Okranam said
"Just before you do, would it be possible for me to do one thing?" Yorun asked with almost pleading eyes as the aura of death radiating from him stops
"Go, you have saved time just be careful" Okranam said
Yorun teleports to his family's home, he could sense even from so far that his younger self as well as his wife were outside the house while his children were safely inside, Yorun finds Jaynle asleep next to Rayne within his crib, Yorun uses illusions on himself in case they wake up to look like his younger self as he gently strokes their hair.
"Oh my children... Even knowing what will happen I find it so hard to imagine anything bad happening to you as I see you now. So young and so innocent I see nothing but happy lives for you... I wish I could make that so, take away that day from the future" Yorun said to himself
Yorun tears up as he brushes the cheek of Rayne, in this moment only weeks old, Yorun thinks endlessly about what the future could have held were he to change anything right now, he knows he won't after all that's just happened but he can't not think about it. He gently picks up his young children gently hugging them before kissing their foreheads.
"My two little hopes, I don't know if you can hear me right now in your sleep or if any of it would stick with you but you two and your mother are my world. I burn it down to bring you back and no regrets will ever be big enough to make me wonder of if I never did. I love you all" Yorun said softly and he feels Jaynle in her sleep gently hug him while Rayne tries to do the same
"I don't want to let you go..." Yorun said as tears fall before willing himself to put the two of them back down before teleporting back to the site of the battle
Both Raeknar and Okranam look to Yorun and without any exchange of words they all appear back where and when the departed, both gods disappear from this plane of existence leaving Yorun and the newly undead chosen within the room before the Ratashatars events continue. Within Faelerm however both Rayne and Jaynle look to eachother as words rattle in their minds, almost half remembered despite them feeling fresh but it's unmistakably their fathers voice, the words he spoke to them just moments prior and yet years in the past echo in their minds and they smile, they know not the events and think he just said those back then and they randomly remember it, unaware of the battle that was just fought for their sake...
