The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

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Kael opened his eyes.

The world around him had changed completely.

The hollow peak was gone. The inscriptions, the platform, and the heavy silence had all disappeared as if they had never existed.

What replaced it was something far beyond ordinary understanding.

He stood in a vast, boundless dimension.

There was no clear sky, yet something like a sky existed. It shimmered with layers of colors that could not be named. Deep violet currents flowed through golden cracks, while faint crimson waves pulsed like a heartbeat across the expanse. It felt alive, yet it had no form.

There was no ground, yet Kael stood.

Beneath his feet, a surface formed from overlapping geometric patterns stretched infinitely. Symbols rotated slowly within each other, forming circles, spirals, and structures that looked both mathematical and divine. Every step he took caused those patterns to shift and rearrange as if responding to his presence.

Mysticism.

Pure, unfiltered, ancient mysticism that did not belong to any single law or concept flowed like an ocean. It pressed against his senses from all directions. It carried whispers of forgotten knowledge, broken truths, and countless hidden secrets.

Faint voices echoed in the distance.

Not one.

Not two.

Thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

Kael slowly lifted his gaze.

And then he saw them.

Countless figures were gathered across the vast dimension.

They were arranged in layers that stretched endlessly outward like a grand congregation. Some stood, some knelt, and some floated slightly above the shifting surface. Each of them wore robes marked with strange symbols that glowed faintly with different colors.

Some robes burned with dark crimson light.

Some shimmered with silver threads.

Others carried patterns that seemed to move on their own, like living scriptures etched into fabric.

Their faces were hidden, not by cloth but by distortion.It was as if their identities were intentionally erased, leaving behind only their presence.

Each one of them radiated power, not any ordinary power but power shaped by belief.

Faith.

Distorted.

Twisted.

Refined into something dangerous.

At the very center of this endless congregation stood Kael.

The moment he appeared, the entire dimension reacted.The flowing colors in the sky paused for a brief moment.

The shifting patterns beneath him stilled.

And the whispers stopped.

Complete silence spread.

Then—

BOOM.

A deep, heavy resonance echoed through the dimension.

Every single figure moved at once.

Thousands upon thousands of worshipers lowered their heads. Some knelt completely. Others pressed their hands together. Some even placed their foreheads against the shifting surface beneath them.

Their movements were synchronized as if they had rehearsed this moment for centuries.

A low chant began.

Soft at first.

Then growing.

The voices layered over each other, forming something that sounded both sacred and unsettling.

"Return… return… return…"

"The one beyond fate…"

"The one who devours truth…"

"The one who breaks order…"

"The one who stands outside the gods…"

"Welcome The Destroyer of Dimensions!"

"Hail Lord Leonard!"

"Hail The Great one."

The chants grew louder and stronger.

The entire dimension trembled slightly as their voices echoed across the endless space.

Kael stood still. His expression did not change, but his eyes sharpened slightly.

For some reason, he felt something odd seeing so many people out there worshipping him crazily.

He could feel it clearly now.

This place was not just a gathering.

It was the core.

The true foundation of the Heretic Sect.

A place that existed outside the observation of the gods.

A place built entirely on forbidden belief.

At the far end of the dimension, several massive structures floated.

They were not buildings in the normal sense.

They looked like broken fragments of concepts. One resembled a shattered throne made from black light. Another looked like an endless staircase spiraling upward but leading nowhere. There was also a massive eye-shaped structure that remained half-open, constantly observing everything without blinking.

Each of these structures pulsed with terrifying authority.

Kael slowly took a step forward.

The moment his foot moved, the entire congregation lowered their heads even further.

The chants shifted.

"Lord of Devour…"

"Bearer of Slaughter…"

"The One Who Returned…"

The voices overlapped, forming a chaotic yet unified rhythm.

Kael exhaled softly.

"…So this is what you prepared."

His voice was calm, yet it spread across the entire dimension effortlessly.

The chants stopped instantly.

Silence returned.

Then, from the very front of the congregation, a single figure stepped forward.

Unlike the others, this one did not bow.

He stood straight.

His robe was darker than the rest, almost swallowing the surrounding light. Strange symbols floated around him, appearing and disappearing like fragments of unstable reality.

He slowly lowered his head slightly.

"My Lord."

His voice carried deep respect.

But also something else.

Relief.

"We have waited for you."

Kael looked at him quietly.

Then his gaze moved across the endless congregation once more.

Thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

All waiting.

All believing.

All prepared.

A faint smile slowly formed on his face.

Not warm.

Not cold.

Something in between.

"…You all really went this far."

The dimension pulsed again as if responding to his acknowledgment.

Kael raised his hand slightly.

The mystic energy around him stirred violently. The shifting patterns beneath his feet began to accelerate.

"So you are finally here!"

The crowd suddenly parted.

At the center, a person in a suit and monocle walked out calmly.

Kael's eyes narrowed slightly before a smirk appeared.

"Damn… Steampunk, you really became handsome."

The man laughed lightly.

"Hahaha… Who wants to remain ugly."

"You see that's the greatest benefit of being a God..Now I can mold myself."

At that moment, the space behind them was distorted.

A soft ripple spread across the dimension.

A woman stepped out.

Christina who took the title of Mother Elaris.

Her presence was quiet, yet absolute. She wore flowing garments that seemed to merge with shadows themselves. Her figure looked graceful, yet her existence felt impossible to grasp. It was as if she stood there and did not exist at the same time.

Beside her, flames suddenly ignited.

Her crimson fire burned steadily around her body. Her figure looked radiant and powerful, her eyes glowing with warmth and authority. The flames did not burn the surroundings but bent around her like loyal servants.

On the other side, frost spread silently.

Her silver-blue aura covered the space with a chilling calm. Ice crystals formed and dissolved around her, and her expression remained composed and distant, yet her presence carried an undeniable strength.

Fire and ice stood beside concealment.

The sky cracked slightly.

And for the first time since he arrived, Kael felt it clearly.This place was not just supporting him,it was going to be their final battle ground.

"Is this?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

Elaris took a step and appeared beside him.

"Now you will cement the power of belief of the people and consolidate it to become a God."

Her voice was calm, yet it carried authority that could not be questioned.

"I have already gotten hold of uniqueness."

As soon as she said this, the platform beneath Kael shone.

A terrifying aura erupted.

Concepts surged.

Slaughter.

Chaos.

Destruction.

They intertwined and rose like a storm around him, forming something vast and overwhelming.

The dimension trembled.

The worshipers lowered themselves even further.

The sky above twisted violently as if signalling that it was ready.

Ready to become part of him.

A foundation.

A throne.

A path.

To Godhood.

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