Archons x male reader
Candle lights flicker, rain drops onto the ground.
7 souls captured in the heart of darkness.
The candle, extinguished.
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The clash between the archons and the gods reverberated across the battlefield. Every strike seemed to shake the earth itself, the forces of nature bending to the will of these ancient, powerful beings. Blades clashed, lightning cracked, and torrents of water collided with waves of energy. The air hummed with elemental power, and the ground was scorched and torn asunder beneath their feet.
Zhongli stood tall amidst the chaos, his polearm sweeping through the air in precise, deliberate arcs. Each swing sent shockwaves of earth and stone crashing into the gods. Nearby, the Tsaritsa danced through the melee, shards of ice forming in her hands and launching toward their enemies with deadly accuracy. Raiden’s blade was a blur of motion, bolts of lightning arcing from her every movement, striking the gods with fury.
Yet, for all their might, the gods did not falter.
“You will not be sealed this time,” one of the gods hissed, his voice dripping with malice as he parried one of Zhongli’s strikes. “We will destroy you—every last one of you—and your precious mortal boy will die with you.”
That declaration sent a ripple of rage through the archons. It was as though a flame had been lit in their souls, and their attacks became even fiercer.
Focalors, her face contorted with fury, screamed back at the gods. “No! You will never touch him! I refuse to let that happen!” Her voice carried on the wind like the wail of a storm, her power swelling as she summoned a massive whirlpool beneath one of the gods. Water surged upward, pulling the god into the air and slamming him into the ground with a deafening crash. But even then, the gods laughed, their cruel laughter echoing across the battlefield.
“You think you can protect him forever?” another god taunted, his voice a low growl as he threw a blast of dark energy toward the Tsaritsa. She deflected it with a wall of ice, her face set in a deadly calm, but the tension in her eyes was unmistakable.
The archons fought with renewed vigor, each blow more powerful, each strike more precise. They were determined, united by a single purpose—to protect Y/n at all costs. He had become their heart, their most treasured bond, and the gods' threat against him only fueled their wrath.
Raiden surged forward, her sword crackling with lightning as she slashed at one of the gods. Her strikes were relentless, her fury palpable, but something gnawed at the back of her mind. The battle was chaotic, the gods were many, but where was the one who had been taunting them moments ago?
Her eyes flicked around the battlefield, searching. A chill ran down her spine. There was one god missing.
“Where is he?” Raiden muttered under her breath, scanning the battlefield as her sword clashed with another god's weapon. The gods had spoken about Y/n. They had threatened him. And now one of them was missing.
“Where is he?” Raiden’s voice grew louder, more frantic as she fought her way through the fray. “Where is he?!”
The realization hit her like a thunderbolt, and her eyes widened in horror.
