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The journey to find the final fallen god led Chirag, Siya, and Kael to the coldest part of the world—the Frozen Abyss, a place where time itself seemed to slow. The land was made of sharp ice cliffs, silent mountains, and endless snowfields where even the stars looked distant and cold.
This realm belonged to Vareth, the Frozen King, once a god of peace and time, now lost in silence. Banished by the gods for refusing to take part in their wars, Vareth had vanished into the north, building himself a palace of silence and frost.
As they stepped onto the frozen ground, Siya shivered, her breath visible in the air. Even Kael, strong and used to rough conditions, pulled his cloak tighter.
Chirag didn't feel the cold. The flame inside him burned warmer now, more controlled, more focused. But even he knew—this place was dangerous. Not because of beasts or armies, but because of stillness. It could pull you in, make you forget why you came.
They walked for hours, maybe days—time had no meaning here. Their watches stopped. The sun never rose, and the moon never set. It was just ice and silence.
But finally, in the distance, they saw it: a giant structure made of frozen crystal. It stood between two black cliffs, untouched by wind or weather. A staircase led to it, carved out of ice but smooth like glass.
Chirag stepped forward. The others followed.
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Inside the palace, there were no guards, no traps—only statues. Hundreds of them. Each one carved in perfect detail. Some looked like demons, some like humans, and some like gods.
"What are these?" Kael whispered.
"Memories," Siya said quietly. "Or warnings."
They kept moving, past halls that glowed with frozen light. And then, in the throne room at the heart of the palace, they saw him.
Vareth.
He sat on a throne of broken time—his body tall and slender, his face calm, eyes closed. His beard was silver, his robes made of layered ice. Around him, time itself seemed to pause. Snowflakes froze in midair. Even their footsteps felt slower.
Chirag stepped forward.
"Vareth," he called.
The god's eyes opened slowly—icy blue, deep as the sea.
"You should not be here," Vareth said, his voice cold but steady.
"We came for your help," Chirag replied.
Vareth stood. "I do not help. I observe. That is my curse and my gift."
Siya stepped beside Chirag. "The gods are planning a war to destroy all balance. You know this."
"I do," Vareth answered.
"Then why do nothing?" Kael asked, frustrated.
Vareth looked at them, his expression unreadable. "Because the last time I tried to save the world, I made it worse."
Chirag stepped closer. "We've all made mistakes. But we can't stay frozen in them. I've lost people I love. I've made choices I regret. But I'm still moving. Still fighting. If you really care, then fight too."
Vareth looked into Chirag's eyes—and something flickered. A memory? A spark?
He turned, walking to a wall of ice behind the throne. With a single touch, he shattered it.
Behind it was a glowing relic—an hourglass filled with burning stardust.
"This is the Chrono Flame," Vareth said. "It can slow time, even against gods. But only for a moment. Use it when you need to change everything."
He held it out.
Chirag took it.
Vareth spoke again, softer this time. "I will not fight beside you… but I will watch. And if you fall, I will remember you."
Siya smiled faintly. "Fair enough."
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Outside the palace, the wind was stronger now—as if the world had exhaled.
The moment they stepped out, a storm erupted behind them—but they kept walking, their path clear now.
They had what they needed:
The Flame of the Demon Realm.
The Mirror of Truth.
The Names of the Forgotten.
The Eye of Reflection.
And now, the Chrono Flame.
All five relics. All five fallen gods visited.
But more than that, Chirag had something greater—Siya's love, Kael's loyalty, and the fire inside that refused to die.
"Where do we go now?" Kael asked.
Chirag looked at the sky, which began to crack with strange golden lightning.
"To war," he said. "But on our terms."
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