27
A Doorway To Redemption
Idan’s entire frame shuddered with a lethal, incandescent rage as he raced toward Sulfiqar.
The image of Sheba under the lobby’s pillars and wreckage acted as a fuse, propelling him faster and higher.
He tore through the thinning atmosphere, a streak of gold-laced fury hunting thedeificusrot that was his father.
Sulfiqar hovered high above the city’s power hub thermal vents, fingers splayed as he siphoned the electrical grid to forge a final, terminal upsurge intended to flatten the metropolis.
Before the God-King could dump his stolen energy into yet another tsunamic inundation, Idan slammed into Sulfiqar, hands locking onto the tyrant’s throat.
Idan drove his knee into Sulfiqar’s solar plexus, snapping the celestial ribs like cheap glass, and pivoted mid-air.
With a roar that rattled the planet’s atmospheric cage, he hurled the tyrant away from the city, launching him toward the scorched, dead expanse of the Eden Maria.
You’re done threatening my friends, my family, and my woman!
Idan’s mental voice scraped across the neural bands like a serrated blade as he sped after his patriarch.
He dropped from the sky, landing beside Sulfiqar’s shattered body, and unleashedThe Sun-Eater.
The weapon hissed as it carved through the air, the dark steel drinking the ambient light.
He drove the edge into his father’s shoulder, the soul-breaking metal intended to end the fight.
But Sulfiqar was a cockroach of divinity; even with his essence leaking in surges of gold motes, the God-King clawed at the dirt, his eyes burning with a stubborn, frantic desperation.
Just then, Idan’s neural node at his temple pulsed with Mirage’s incoming signal.
Idan, Molan, I’m deploying a nanite shroud over the dome to fill the ruptures. You can focus now on getting that rotten deific sack of shit off our planet.
Idan’sSsignakhtsensed a silver veil of microscopic machines flooding the sky far behind him, stitching the fractured canopy of Eden II back together.
The reinforcements allowed Molan to release his psionic hold on the structural beams.
He dropped from the clouds, streaking over towards Idan and Sulfiqar.
He landed in the regolith dust beside his brother with a heavy thud.
Snapping theChains of the Old King Saitonifree from his belt, he whipped them over the writhing deity.
The sacred links unfurled and hissed as they stretched, glowing with a punishing, white-hot heat.
Idan lashed the metal around Sulfiqar’s hands, while Molan worked on the feet and torso.
The ancient, heavy iron bit into divine flesh, anchoring the former Supreme Sovereign to the desert floor.
‘The hex, Idan,’ Molan grunted. ‘While the chains have him pinned.’
The brothers began the chant, and as their voices reached into the fabric of the cosmos, shrouded ley lines ripped open, revealing a void-rift.
Thunder roared from within it as the vertical tear of undiluted gloaming enlarged.
It was a doorway to the Nadir-Grave, the most desolate pit in the multiverse; a prison where no light had ever pierced.
Flinging the shackled God-King toward the hungry maw, the brothers retreated, soaring into the sky and wrapping themselves in Sacran shields of moted potency.
