Ataxia and Fury floated into the cave, Ataxia's hand still extended to keep the barrier forming. The barrier was an ugly yet beautiful mix between the seven colors of the seven different souls. Chaos was on his knees, still clutching the gash on his leg, which continued to spill golden ichor onto his hand in an everlasting gold waterfall.
"After all I've done for you, after everything I did for your mother," Chaos paused, taking a deep breath. "You betray me?"
"You were a cruel and arrogant tyrant. We never even knew our mother and you only used us as tools, not as your sons," Ataxia replied, staring at his father in the eyes.
"You never loved us, I see that now," Fury said, staring at Chaos with a pained expression in his single eye on the palm of his hand. "Now you're facing the consequences, for all the people you've hurt and killed," Fury said, as the barrier made of the seven Guardian's souls closed around the cave, locking all the Gigantons in the cave for a foreseeable and eternal future.
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The Gods and Humanoids watched as the mix of colors made from the seven souls formed and closed the barrier around the cave that Ataxia had made just minutes earlier. Every single Giganton was locked away for good behind that barrier.
"It's finally happened," Exoia said breathlessly, gazing at the now beautiful mixture of odd colors that made up the barrier. The beauty was impossible to describe– a beautifully colored mixture of purple, turquoise, red, and all the other colors of the rest of the souls.
Exoia reached his hand out to the barrier, hesitantly touching it with a full palm, a tingling sensation coursing through his hand and seemingly swirling in his fingers and palm. Ataxia gazed back at him through the barrier, nodding solemnly and wordlessly putting his hand on the barrier, their palms separated by the soul-made barrier encasing Ataxia, Fury, and all the other Guardians.
The sun didn't beat down as hot, the storms were calmer, plants started to sprout among the sand, clouds even started to populate the blue sky. With the Gigantons locked behind the barrier, the world itself seemed more peaceful, more content, brimming with joy and life. The melancholy taste in the air when you breathed through your mouth was gone, replaced with one of hope and redemption.
"The Gigantons are finally gone, we're...free," Exoia said, disbelief, yet joy, present in his tone. The word free felt unfamiliar escaping his lips. Before, freedom was just an idea, a concept lost to time, a fairy tale told to children to help them sleep at night, but now, it was a reality, it was the world they were living in now.
A smile crept onto Exoia's face, a genuine and heartfelt smile. The realization that the Gods and Humanoids were free was an amazing thought, one that brought a tear to his eye. After a beat of silence, one Goddess spoke up.
"What now?" Marythiya asked Exoia, who was still facing the barriered cave. Exoia took a few steps backward, admiring the barrier that confined the Gigantons.
"We rule the world, but with freedom and equality... and without Chaos."
THE END
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
