Ragnarok

"Master."

"The injustices you once suffered, I will repay them one by one."

In the magical world.

Above the vast and boundless ocean.

Layer upon layer of waves surged forward, forming towering crests that crashed and roared, threatening to engulf the frail figure standing amidst them.

But she merely gripped her wand, and everything fell into calm.

Even more.

The power of the raging sea was now under her control.

"So-called gods, nothing more than this," Krisha tilted her head slightly, her eyes shimmering like a galaxy, radiant and mysterious, taking in the pitiful state of the gods high above.

She still maintained the appearance of a 17-year-old, untouched by the passage of time.

Her silver-gray hair cascaded like a waterfall.

Her delicate features were cold and indifferent.

The world bowed to her, all things submitted to her.

The sky became her eyes, the earth shielded her body, and the ocean cradled her feet, further emphasizing her transcendent, god-like existence.

"Now, let us begin."

Krisha whispered.

Her calm tone made it seem as though she were merely discussing a trivial matter.

But as she waved her wand, the endless sea behind her roared and surged, lifting her higher and higher, soaring toward the infinite heavens.

"Whoosh—!!!"

A biting cold wind swept past.

Water turned to ice, ice took shape, and the waves beneath Krisha's feet transformed into a four-legged ice dragon, its massive wings blotting out the sky. In an instant, it crossed an immeasurable distance, soaring into the heavens.

Carrying with it the endless fury of the sea.

It charged fiercely into the divine realm.

"Outrageous! That is my domain!" The Sea God's eyes blazed with fury. Among the gods, he was the most arrogant, and he immediately lunged toward the witch.

"Attack together! We have no retreat!"

Led by the God of Light, the gods of the heavens unleashed their divine laws, launching a combined assault that shook the heavens and the earth.

It was a light capable of evaporating worlds.

It was a darkness capable of devouring worlds.

The divine authorities materialized, condensing into the essence of matter, surpassing magic, surpassing forbidden spells, forming the great power of the gods.

But before Krisha, all of it was equally feeble.

"Die."

Krisha decreed, and the gods perished.

The lofty sky began to fall, the roaring sea began to collapse, and the solid earth began to crumble.

The four elements—earth, water, fire, and wind—entwined and merged into an indescribable form, each strand capable of shattering the divine realm's barriers, exposing the gods to the terrifying apocalypse.

The Sea God was the first to fall.

Followed by the God of Fire, the God of Smithing, and the Goddess of Harvest.

Then came the Mother Earth Goddess, the God of Wind and Snow, and the God of Death.

The gods fell like harvested wheat, one after another, annihilated by the endless chaos of earth, water, fire, and wind. Even those who once ruled over these elements were no exception.

Under Krisha's control.

In the balance of chaos and order.

Earth, water, fire, and wind, along with the other elements intertwined within, were no longer mere attributes of the world.

They had evolved, symbolizing the origin of all things and the end of the world, a fate inevitable for both mortals and gods alike.

"I refuse to accept this!!!"

A dragon's roar echoed across the heavens.

It was the Dragon God, the deity worshipped by all dragonkind, ascended from the Golden Holy Dragon.

With its formidable physical strength, it briefly resisted the erosion of earth, water, fire, and wind, its eyes blazing with ferocity as it charged toward the slender figure of the witch.

If only it could get close.

If only it could reach that monster!

Victory would surely be within grasp!

The Dragon God's blood boiled with determination, but as it closed in on Krisha, the long-handled wand extended perfectly to rest against its forehead.

On it were condensed the laws of earth, lightning, light, darkness, death, and fire.

A gentle tap.

"Boom—" The Dragon God fell.

Without sparing a glance for the lifeless body of the Dragon God crashing to the ground, Krisha's cold gaze turned to the God of Light, the most powerful and resilient of the gods.

Her master had taught her never to underestimate an enemy.

Krisha remembered this well.

Thus, her eyes glinted with icy resolve as the forces of chaos and order surged once more, extracting the divine authorities of all the fallen gods and gathering them into herself.

The God of Light's expression visibly twisted into despair.

Without hesitation.

He abandoned all attacks and defenses, transforming his divine power into pure light, desperately trying to flee the heavens.

"Whoosh—"

A grayish beam of chaotic light swept across the divine realm.

"No!!!"

"I have yet to transcend, I have yet to become a Supreme God! I cannot die, I must not die!"

The God of Light roared, his once-sacred demeanor now replaced by desperation and rage. He unleashed every means at his disposal, but his divine body was still pierced.

His authority, his divine rank, even the very concept of his existence.

All were torn apart and destroyed.

Thus, the heavens fell, and the gods perished.

Even the God of Light, the most powerful and worshipped deity in the world, met his end at the hands of the witch.

"Master, the justice you were denied by the gods, I have reclaimed it for you."

In the empty void of the heavens.

Krisha stood firm, softly speaking to the departed "Sun."

Though it was late, though it was rushed, this was the only thing Krisha could think to do for Xu Xi.

Suddenly.

A radiant light swirled around her.

The vast and profound power of the world swept up the remnants of the fallen gods, crushing and grinding them into a brilliant, shimmering crown.

In the silence, a voice whispered in Krisha's ear.

It was the will of the world.

It was the affection of heaven and earth.

The gods who once ruled and governed the world were gone.

The world needed a new ruler, and so, it chose the witch, offering her the crown to become the true master of the world.

Yet, the witch refused.

"Such a thing... I have no need for it."

She spoke softly, her fingers lightly grasping the sacred crown. With a slight exertion of force, the combined power of chaos and order shattered it completely.

Why?

The world's consciousness conveyed its confusion.

As the instinct of the magical world, it mechanically recorded all events and knew of Krisha's past.

It could not understand why, after avenging Xu Xi, the witch refused to embrace power and authority like others would.

Krisha's answer was simple.

She would wait for Xu Xi, until they met again.

Amidst the world's confusion, Krisha, holding her wand, took a gentle step forward, transcending time and space, stepping beyond the confines of the world.

Before her stretched an endless sea of dazzling worlds.

They intertwined and floated in the chaos, devoid of time and space, each glowing with its own unique light.

Krisha decided to begin her search for Xu Xi, and in the process, to continue eradicating the vile gods.

"That direction... seems to have many gods?"

Krisha tilted her head slightly, her expression blank.

Setting sail through the chaos.

The crown bestowed by the world, though shattered, did not completely vanish. Instead, it hovered behind her, glowing with a miraculous light.