"Ah…" the entity sighed softly. "My name is Jorgram. Remember it, Williams… remember that."
Suddenly, Williams began to change.
The form of a teenage boy faded, replaced by something far more ancient. Power surged from within him, dense and overwhelming. Threads of red lightning wrapped around his body, forming an ethereal armor that pulsed with raw energy.
A wistful expression crossed his face.
Then…A sword materialized in his hands.
Its presence was quiet… but absolute.
Williams lowered his gaze to it, his voice soft.
"Friend… it's been a while."
Then he moved.
The sky shattered into chaos.
A cataclysmic battle erupted, shaking the heavens themselves. Thunder roared as lightning tore across the skies, colliding in violent bursts of energy.
Jorgram moved with terrifying precision, his expression calm, almost indifferent. Each of his attacks carried immense force, crashing down like divine judgment.
He struck without hesitation.
Without mercy.
But Williams stood his ground.
He moved with equal resolve, weaving through the barrage with fluid grace. Each motion was calculated, each step deliberate. He deflected, countered, and struck back, his blade cutting through the storm of lightning.
Their powers clashed again and again.
Lightning against lightning. Force against force. The sky trembled under the weight of their battle.
And neither side yielded.
One fought to buy time for his world. The other fought to fulfill his duty as a Celestial Executor of the Cosmic Expanse, Axica.
Jorgram's voice cut through the raging storm.
"Williams… you do realize I am not alone, right?" Lightning coiled around his body as he hovered calmly amidst the chaos.
"I have brought two more Celestial Executors with me. Each of them… just as powerful as I am."
A faint smile formed on his face.
"How exactly do you plan to win today?"
Williams remained still for a moment.
The storm roared around him, crimson lightning dancing across his body like a living force. His grip on the sword tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.
Then, slowly…He raised his head.
A calm, almost indifferent look settled on his face.
"Two more."
Not alarm. Not hesitation. Just the quiet acknowledgement of a man who had long made peace with moments that would shatter everything else.
The crimson lightning wrapping Williams' armor stopped its restless coiling and went absolutely still.
That was the only warning any of them received.
They came from different angles Cael descending from above, wrapped in pale gold light so dense it burned the clouds to ash in expanding rings around his approach. Draven arrived laterally from the east, dark silver energy trailing behind him like a wound cut across the sky, the air crystallising and shattering in his wake. Jorgram held his position ahead, that faint composed smile unchanged …presenting the situation like a conclusion rather than a challenge.
Three Celestial Executors of Axica.
Surrounding a single point in the heavens above a small, fragile world that had no idea what was happening in its sky.
Williams looked at each of them in turn.
Then the crimson lightning detonated.
The Sky Breaks
He went for Cael first , upward, straight into the gold light, which none of them anticipated. The acceleration split the air behind him in a delayed shockwave that rolled outward and flattened every cloud within forty miles into nothing. The collision between them was not an exchange of blows so much as a collision of principles — Williams' crimson slamming into Cael's gold in an eruption that bent the upper atmosphere inward like a struck drum, the pressure wave visible from the surface as a sudden, inexplicable ripple across the entire sky.
Cael's gold light buckled.
They traded strikes in the upper atmosphere fast, savage, each hit landing with force that would have ended civilisations. Cael struck with absolute divine authority, gold light crashing down like celestial judgment, each blow carrying the accumulated weight of something that had never in its existence been told no. Several landed. Williams' armor cracked at the shoulder, at the ribs, the ethereal surface hissing with suppressed damage. But he moved through it the way rivers move through rock, not quickly enough to avoid, but with enough accumulated intention that the rock eventually becomes irrelevant.
His sword found Cael's guard twice. The third strike found something that wasn't guard.
Space itself split at the point of contact a visible fracture in reality, a hairline crack in the fabric of what existed, through which something darker than vacuum briefly looked. Cael's gold light screamed. Williams was already gone.
Draven was waiting. Dark silver energy was different up close, not light, not force, but something that became whichever one the situation required, shifting between states with an adaptability that made it genuinely difficult to read. Where it moved it left trails of crystallised space that shattered into dimensional fragments, each piece briefly reflecting a different version of the sky , a sky without clouds, a sky without stars, a sky that had never had a sun.
They moved through each other's patterns in close, devastating silence.
No massive detonations. Just velocity and precision and two forces that understood each other's language well enough to make the conversation brutal. Draven found Williams' left side with a strike that folded space around the impact point y
the geometry of the hit warping inward so that the force arrived from three directions simultaneously. Williams staggered actually staggered, absorbing something that rewrote the local rules of direction for half a second.
He answered with crimson lightning so concentrated it didn't arc, it cut, a straight line of red-black energy that severed the dark silver construct Draven had been building and discharged on contact with a detonation that punched a hole through the lower stratosphere.
A clean vertical absence where atmosphere had been, the edges glowing faintly, space visible through it like a wound that hadn't decided whether to close.
Draven went through three hundred meters of sky. The dark silver around him flickered.
Then Jorgram arrived and reality stopped being polite entirely.