"The Abyssal Warlord: Berserker of Twin Calamities"

In the void where everything remained nothing and two deities were fighting the battle to the death. The sky was torn apart by fire and destruction with the clash of two powerful forces. A clash that shook the heavens and cracked the very fabric of space unfolded between two primordial forces—the Dragon God, Valtheron, and the Demon God, Azareth.

Lightning coiled through the skies, golden flames erupting from Valtheron's colossal form. A mighty Dragon God who ruled over dragons for eons. Many fear him and others worship him as a god. The size of his body was unfathomable. His massive wings stretched across the horizon, and their edges shimmering like molten gold. Each beat of his wings sent storms crashing across realms. Every single scale on his body radiated the power of the sun, and his horns curved skyward like a twin spear of light. His eyes, orb of pure gold, blazed with ancient wrath and wisdom.

Opposite to him, Azareth's abyssal figure devoured the light itself. His form was a living shadow-jet black armor adorned his muscular frame, crackedand pulsing with dark purple energy. His crimson eyes gleamed like twin stars in the void,and his black horns twisted and curled like the roots of an ancient dead tree. In his grip, he wielded darkened blade, the Blade of Ruin a weapon forged in the abyss, absorbed the stars' glow, leaving behind a void where his power passed. HE was called "Demon God" an existence who ruled and destroyed many worlds. No one was strong enough to stand on his way.

The heavens roared with their battle, and the world beneath trembled at the mere sight of their cataclysmic struggle. Mountains crumbled and oceans rose, splitting continents in two. Mortals who glimpsed their fight either knelt in awe or fled in despair.

"Azareth! You will fall today!" Valtheron's voice echoed like a war horn across the shattered skies.

"I only fall to those worthy, lizard." Azareth grinned, his obsidian fangs gleaming. "But you, who claims to guard the heavens, have long since dirtied your claws."

Valtheron's blazing eyes narrowed. "Enough talk. Let the fate decide this battle!"

Golden flames surged around Valtheron's claws, while Azareth raised his blade, conjuring swirling black holes in his wake. Their clash created a vortex that bent the stars themselves.

In that moment, they unleashed their ultimate moves.

Valtheron soared into the heavens, summoning Dragon's Wrath: Eternal Sunfall. The skies ignited, transforming into a golden inferno that could incinerate worlds. Azareth responded with Abyssal Void Collapse, a black surge that devoured light, threatening to consume even the gods themselves. Entire galaxy flickered as the abyssal energy spiraled outward like tendrils of living darkness.

When their powers met, the collision obliterated celestial realms, shattering nearby stars. A wave of destruction cascaded through the cosmos, tearing apart divine realms. The collision left rifts in the space-time fabric, forming scars that glowed faintly in the night sky.

Yet, as the smoke cleared, both gods lay broken.

Valtheron's scales cracked, molten blood dripping from his wings. Azareth's form flickered, half his body dissolving in the surrounding.

A figure emerged from the void.

Clad in silver armor, with eyes as cold as winter.

"Impressive," the figure mused.

Just look at both of you who do you think orchested this. "Never even thought that both of you danced to my strings. Just how predictable you guys are"

Azareth's gaze sharpened. "You… how?"

The silver-clad figure smiled faintly, stepping closer. "Did you really think this war was fate? I made you fight. I planted the seeds of your hatred centuries ago."

Valtheron growled, his talons scraping the ground. "Impossible. You dare play with gods?"

"No, I reshape them." The figure knelt, placing his palm on the shattered battlefield. A dark sigil spread beneath both gods, chaining their limbs to the ground.

The battlefield was filled with the countless corpses, their lifeless corpses are the proof that this mysterious guy was cold blooded to his core. He didn't flinch by the reason that such massrace occur just to reach his goal. But will he stop after such bloodshed or his insanity will consume this world. Only time will tell, but one thing was clear that only one person will leave this battlefield alive.

Azareth's eyes blazed with fury. "You dare to betray me? After all I granted you?"

"You granted me nothing." The figure's smirk widened. "But don't worry. I'll enjoy watching when your light fade."

Valtheron roared, struggling against the sigil, but his strength was fading fast. "Azareth," he muttered, his voice strained. "He cannot leave here alive."

Azareth grinned, his fading essence rippling. "For once, I agree."

From the depths of their souls, both gods drew their final cards—the Stones of Rebirth, divine relics hidden even from the heavens.

The figure's eyes narrowed. "Rebirth? No. I expected that."

As both god were using their trump card and they didn't expect their enemy had a way to overcame their final trump card. This defy their expectation.

He raised his hand, summoning chains laced with forbidden magic.

"This are you fallen to such state just to defeat us,"said Valtheorn said after seeing forbidden magic covering them.

Hmph!"I won't kill you… yet. But I will seal you where your flames will never rise, where shadows cannot feed—Earth."

The sigil flared, the world around them folding in on itself.

"Just you wait if I somehow survive this you will burn in the flame of my anger for enternity," said Azareth in his injured yet furious of this betryal. As Azareth was letting out his anger toward the mysterious entity, the forbidden was almost completed and disrupting their reincarnation.

"I'll wait for your despair to rot your minds." The figure's voice lingered as the gods' forms faded, swallowed by a rift. "And when you crawl back from that dirt, I'll be waiting."

Earth – Year 2130 (Centuries Later)

In a realm long stripped of its enchantment, a world where magic was a mere echo of forgotten tales, Valtheron and Azareth lay ensconced in an eternal slumber, their formidable essences lulled into a profound stillness. No longer were they the mighty dragons and demons of legend, but rather delicate wisps of memory lingering in the fabric of time—faint glimmers of consciousness suspended between existence and oblivion.

But that tranquil emptiness shattered the moment the Dark Star pierced the heavens with a blinding light. Its descent heralded chaos, igniting the dormant cosmic energies that lay beneath the surface of a weary world. The sky tore asunder, unleashing a torrent of forgotten magic that enveloped the land with a palpable intensity, awakening not only the once-sealed dungeons and feral monsters but also two ancient gods yearning for retribution.

And so it came to be that those twisted fates converged in the unlikeliest of hosts: a boy named Orian Cassadey, innocent yet burdened, unaware of the divine turmoil that surged within him. In the recesses of his mind, the newfound powers stirred, battling against the will of their mortal vessel.

Panic rose within Orian, morphing into a tempest of conflicting emotions—the exhilaration of power intertwined with the fear of the unknown. He felt the weight of two legacies pressing upon his spirit, igniting a fire in his heart, a longing not just for understanding but for vengeance against those who had banished the gods into the void.

As Orian took his first breath in this chaotic rebirth, the world around him began to change. Shadows awakened and whispering winds carried forgotten prophecies. With every step he took, memories crashed upon him like waves—visions of soaring through azure skies as Valtheron, the Flame Dragon, and of weaving darkness with Azareth, the Shadow Demon. Embraced by sorrows and burdens of the past, he felt their lingering rage seep into his very being, igniting a fierce determination to reclaim what was lost.

However, the triumphant return of these ancient deities was not without consequence. Their shared ambition painted a treacherous path, strewn with deception and betrayal. Alliances formed in darkness would unravel under the scrutiny of the light, friendships would be tested, and Orian would learn that the line between ally and enemy was perilously thin.

As the threads of fate wove tighter, Orian discovered that in this reawakened world, even the most innocuous beings could harbor hidden truths—a humble farmer might be a cursed knight, a playful student could embody ancient rivalries—and with each revelation, the boy's understanding of his own identity shifted.

Would he be the harbinger of vengeance, or could he forge his own destiny, unraveling the tangled threads of loyalty, ambition, and divinity interwoven with his innocent heart? The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with dark choices and radiant opportunities. But one thing remained resolute: the slumber of Valtheron and Azareth had ended. Revenge had indeed begun. Yet amid the shadows of retribution, a flicker of hope sparkled—a chance not just to awaken the gods, but to reshape the very fabric of a world that dared to forget them.