The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

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Far away from the battlefield, beyond the torn layers of space and shattered divine domains, a hidden sanctuary trembled as fractured presences began to gather, and the entire place felt unstable as if it could collapse at any moment.

Light flickered weakly while darkness wavered, and both struggled to maintain form.

Two distorted figures tried to stabilize themselves, but their forms were incomplete because large portions of their divinity had been torn away violently, and what remained was barely enough to hold their existence together.

The remaining divinity was forcefully consumed to form divine avatars, and those avatars looked fragile compared to their original forms.

The Goddess of Light staggered slightly as she tried to steady herself, and her once radiant aura now flickered unevenly while visible cracks ran across her presence.

"No… this can't go…" her voice shook, and disbelief filled her tone as she looked at her own fading power.

Beside her, the God of Darkness stood in a similar condition, and the shadows around him no longer obeyed properly while parts of his body faded in and out.

"What should we do!" the Goddess of Light cried hysterically, and her composure broke completely as her hands trembled while trying to gather what little authority she had left.

At the same time, two more presences flickered into existence.

The Demon God.

The God of Storms.

Both of them appeared in shattered states, and the moment they stabilized even slightly, anger exploded out of them.

"AAHHHHH! I will rip that bastard apart!" the Demon God roared, and his voice trembled with rage while his unstable form shook violently.

"That piece of shit… Leonard… I will tear him into pieces!" the God of Storms shouted, and his expression twisted with fury as lightning flickered weakly around him.

Amidst that chaos, the God of Storms suddenly turned toward the Goddess of Light, and his anger shifted direction.

"It's your fault!" he roared, and his voice echoed across the sanctuary.

"You could have chosen anyone, but you had to choose that menace who breaks common sense!"

His fists clenched tightly.

"It's your fault, and we are playing for it!"

His words carried blame and frustration, and the tension in the sanctuary rose sharply.

The Demon God frowned as he looked at both of them.

"Stop it," he said sharply, and his tone carried irritation as he tried to suppress the chaos.

The shouting stopped, but the silence that followed felt heavy and suffocating.

Then a presence appeared creeping it away.

"Creation."

All of them turned instantly, and their expressions shifted as they saw her.

The Goddess of Creation stood calmly, and unlike them, her figure remained stable while her eyes moved across them as if she had already expected everything that had happened.

"I have a solution," she said quietly, and although her voice was soft, it carried a weight that made everyone focus on her.

"What?" the God of Darkness asked immediately, urgency threading through his tone as he stepped forward slightly, unable to hide his concern.

The Goddess of Creation moved closer, and her expression remained calm and composed as she spoke, "Since you have lost your power, you are no longer bound in the same way, and the chains that once tied you to this world have weakened."

She paused briefly, letting her words settle before continuing, "This is not just a loss… it is also an opportunity."

The Goddess of Light stared at her, her breathing still uneven as confusion flickered in her eyes, and she repeated slowly, "An opportunity…?"

"Yes," the Goddess of Creation replied, her voice steady and unwavering, "an opportunity to leave this world, to hide in another, to recover your strength, and then return when the time is right."

Her gaze sharpened slightly, and there was a quiet intensity behind her words as she added, "And when you return, you will have the power to kill Leonard."

A heavy silence filled the sanctuary, and for a moment, no one spoke as the weight of her suggestion settled over them.

The God of Darkness frowned as he processed her words, while the Goddess of Light's expression twisted with conflict and hesitation.

"You are asking us to abandon everything we have built and protected," the God of Darkness said slowly, his voice low but firm as doubt lingered in his eyes.

"I am asking you to survive," the Goddess of Creation replied without hesitation, her calm tone cutting through the tension.

She lowered her voice slightly, and her expression turned somber as she continued, "If you stay, you will be hunted, and he will grind your existence down until nothing remains, leaving no trace of who you were."

She took a slow breath before finishing, "But if you leave, you can recover your power, and when the time comes, you can return stronger and reclaim what was taken."

"You say it as if it is simple," the Demon God snapped, frustration spilling into his voice as his hands clenched tightly.

"It is not simple," she admitted, and her gaze softened slightly, "but it is still better than dying and losing your existence entirely, isn't it?"

The Goddess of Light clenched her fists as her breathing gradually steadied, and the desperation in her eyes slowly hardened into something colder, something more resolute.

"And what about you?" she asked suddenly, her voice sharp as she fixed her gaze on the Goddess of Creation, "Leonard will not let you escape."

"Yes, and now that he holds that kind of power, he will come for you next," the God of Storms added, his tone carrying certainty as he stepped forward.

The Goddess of Creation fell silent for a moment, and a strange stillness spread through the sanctuary as if even the air itself was waiting for her answer.

Then she spoke, her voice calm yet final, "I will sever my own power, and I will leave."

The moment those words left her lips, a chilling sensation spread across the sanctuary, and an unexplainable unease crept into everyone's mind, as if they had witnessed something like this before but could not fully remember it.

It felt familiar, like a distant memory clawing its way back to the surface, and a strange sense of déjà vu settled over them all.

Everyone knew that gods were beings of immense power who stood above all things, yet very few truly understood the truth behind that power, because despite their strength, they were not truly free.

They were bound, like mighty dragons trapped within invisible cages, and throughout countless eons, they had treated lives as insignificant, using them as pieces in their games while wars were waged for their amusement and countless souls were lost without a second thought.

But now, the roles had reversed, and they were the ones cornered, the ones standing on the edge of annihilation.

The God of Darkness looked at her intently, his expression growing serious as he searched her face for any sign of doubt, and he asked quietly, "Are you certain that this is the path you want to take?"

The Goddess of Creation met his gaze without hesitation, and her expression remained steady as she replied, "Yes, because no matter the cost, it is always better to live and endure than to fade nothingness."