I am Humanity's Last Hope?

"To find my sworn enemy in the mortal world, a devastating presence like you, what a truly happy day, today is the day I will bring justice and eradicate you from this world!"

Floating above the forest destroyed by devastation, the man with blonde hair and blue eyes laughed with dark amusement. His deadly spear glowed in the light as he attacked fiercely against the Heretic God before him.

In front of the savagery of the man floating before him, attacking him, Balor looked at him with a certain indifference while defending himself.

In his myths and legends, he was a central figure in the Celtic pantheon, known as the god of destruction and associated with catastrophes and chaos. His gaze was lethal, and with a single strike from his eye, he could devastate entire cities. He represented pure chaos and destruction, as well as the harmful aspects of the sun. The scorching sun that caused crops to fail and relentless droughts. It was the cruel face of the star that, while appearing to bless, in reality consumed.

His image, a fusion of a Celtic sun god from the Bronze Age and the Greek Cyclops, reflected this destructive force. He personified not only the burning heat of the sun but also the unrelenting gaze, a force of destruction that obliterated everything in its path. Looking at him, the land became barren, and life became difficult, condemned by his imposing presence.

His strength and size were comparable to figures from other mythologies, such as the Welsh Ysbaddaden and the Greek Cyclops, gaining immense, almost monstrous strength and size.

The [Heretic Gods] gain powers through their myths and legends.

A good example; the oldest God of Thunder was Indra, the Hindu God of the Sky and Thunder.

His myth spread, and he was transformed into other Gods like Thor and Zeus, new identities born from his legend.

If the Heretic God embodying Indra manifested, he would have the same powers as Zeus and Thor, due to these changes in his myths, these distortions in their stories, they rebelled and became Heretic Gods.

Although some people believed Balor was associated with several other deities, he manifested purely with his original identity to defeat his rival, his enemy, the one who killed him in the myths of humanity.

Meanwhile, his opponent was a Spearman, someone who was known to be a master in several arts and crafts, who became famous for defeating the Evil God, Balor. Mostly known as the Sun God, Lugh was also a God of War, Medicine, Druid, Bard, Blacksmith, Brewer, among other things.

His functions identified him as a God of War and Magic Arts, but poets and all artists were also blessed by him, along with warriors and magicians. His sacred weapons in all traditions were the sling and the spear. In Irish folklore, he was the father of the great hero Cuchulain, one of his earthly representations. The [Heretic God] took over this myth and also took on the aspect of the myth of Taranis, much associated with him by his believers, as well as Apollo and even Odin...

"Your foolishness will cost you dearly..." said Balor with contempt, as he prepared his weapon, the spear he always used in the legends, with a golden glow. He swung the spear with force, threatening to smash any obstacle in his path.

The Celtic God, with a fluid and precise movement, wielded the spear, its sacred glow illuminating the surrounding darkness. The impact of the opposing forces created a shockwave that reverberated across the field.

Each strike of Balor was fierce, his supernatural strength threatening to crush the centurion. But Lugh resisted, his attacks cutting through the darkness like a ray of hope.

The clash of celestial and infernal powers transformed the landscape around them into a field of destruction.

These were the [Heretic Gods], literally living and moving natural disasters. Even if they were good Gods in mythology, when they became [Heretic Gods] and descended to earth, they would only bring unimaginable catastrophes.

In other words, Gods are synonymous with disasters for humanity. It doesn't matter if they are good or evil, humans cannot withstand the grace and punishment of the Gods. And there was something worth mentioning: when the [Heretic Gods] are killed, they return to the realm of immortality, but they never truly die.

As long as their myths, legends, and epic tales exist, a time will come when they will resurrect again, fueled by the urge to rebel against their myth.

Adam, from afar, observed the battle as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. The forest was almost completely destroyed, he had only survived due to the Grimoire he was holding, which seemed to protect him, and also because the Heretic Gods didn't care about the presence of a mortal. They were entirely focused on the titanic battle between themselves.

Amid the chaos, he reflected on what really determined the strength of a Heretic God.

It was not fame nor the mythological accounts of their power, but rather their willpower and determination.

Ahead, the battle unfolded with surprising intensity.

Adam tightened the grimoire in his hand, finding Heretic Gods meant a quest that could span the entire planet. In such a vast world, locating a god was akin to a foolish dream, an almost impossible task. Yet, the vision before his eyes, of gods facing each other, was rare, an extraordinary event that could not be wasted.

With that conclusion, when he saw an opening, he set aside his cautious and calculated thoughts. He embraced impulsiveness, letting himself be guided by reckless determination.

At that moment, he abandoned the rationality of a wise man and gave himself up to the folly of impulsive actions, ready to face whatever came next.

The Grimoire shone in a blinding mix of gold and white, in an explosion of pure divine power. At that exact moment, the sensation of his life starting to be drained was intense, as if his most vital energies were being torn away mercilessly.

He knew humans shouldn't use the power of the Gods. Even something contained in Grimoires like that was poison for the human soul. Such audacity only brought ruin, an irreversible destruction to any mortal who dared to wield it. But, at that moment, he didn't care about the consequences. The only thing that mattered was the now, the pulsing and unique moment in his hands.

The determination burned in his chest, and his eyes, fixed on the source of the power in his hands, reflected an unyielding resolution. He felt, with every fiber of his being, that this was his chance to transcend the laws that had imprisoned him until then. Nothing would ever be the same after this action.

Balor and Lugh stopped, both injured from the battle and exhausted. The focus of their attention turned to the source of all that divine power, now emanating from the hands of someone who defied the impossible. They realized, with a shiver, the weight of the transgression being committed.

The tension was palpable. It was the decisive moment.

Time seemed to stand still as he felt the divine power take over his body, consuming him, while, with inhuman strength, he prepared to do the unthinkable. It was the moment to create a miracle — a feat that would echo in the history of legends: to kill a God.

What the fool does is not desirable for the wise.

Prometheus represents the "wisdom of humanity," foresight, a thinker who thinks first and acts later.

Epimetheus represents the "ignorance of humanity," being retrospective, a thinker who acts first and thinks later.

Fear is the greatest fuel for the evolution of human wisdom. Only because of fear will humanity try to find the strength of the other side and then seek countermeasures.

It is because of fear that humanity learned to understand when it should flee from danger.

It was precisely because of the existence of fear that the ancestors of humans managed to find a way to survive in a dangerous environment, thus becoming the ultimate winners of evolution.

When the eyes of the two [Heretic Gods] turned to him, he felt the deepest terror in his heart. There was an unlimited fear in his soul, beating in his chest like a warning.

This fear warned him to flee, to perceive the danger of the existences before him.

If he were a wise man, he would certainly choose to turn around and run.

Only a fool would rush recklessly, as brilliant as fireworks before disappearing, and finally, be exterminated by the source of his fear.

It was absolutely impossible to defeat a God.

It was absolutely impossible for mortals to even touch the Gods.

This was a cruel truth.

It was not without reason that the Campiones were called "Bastard Sons of Epimetheus," the Titan of Retrospection.

That's because only someone like Epimetheus, who acts without thinking about the consequences, would face a God instead of fleeing.

However, only a fool could find a single ray of miracle in a sea of fear.

With that in mind, before the Gods could say anything, Adam made a simple gesture with the Grimoire, just pointing it toward the [Heretic Gods], and it was then that the full attack of the authority of Solomon was used.

The burst of light was thin, but its beauty was terrifying, like the glow of falling stars, slowly, upon the Gods themselves. Its intensity was not only visible; it was almost palpable, vibrating in the air with a frequency that surpassed what a human being could hear. That shockwave, propagating along with the light, was devastating. The destruction was not just physical, but absolute — everything it touched disintegrated mercilessly, as if the world had been torn apart by the force of that power.

It was the apex of magic, the culmination of everything Adam had imagined, yet he was not prepared for the magnitude of what he had just done.

He stood, speechless, his heart racing, his gaze fixed on the horizon where life had once been. The attack had not only destroyed everything for miles — it had erased the very fabric of the world.

The shapes of the [Heretic Gods] vanished as if they had never existed, reduced to nothing. The earth, now melted, seemed to pulse with the pain of loss, the heat of destruction still radiating where the impact had been strongest. The sky, once rainy because of Belzebub, now opened in great rifts, the clouds divided as if the very firmament was in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened.

He felt an unbearable fatigue that seemed to consume his soul. He felt his body give in, his muscles tense and exhausted from the energy he had just released. His mind, overwhelmed by the weight of that magnitude, began to falter.

Adam tried to stay standing, his vision blurred and his breathing heavy, but something inside him broke. The wave of exhaustion overtook his senses, and before he could even understand what was happening, his vision went dark. His body gave way to exhaustion, and, with no strength to resist, he collapsed, unconscious, immersed in the abyss of his own depletion.

Silence took over, and, amidst the vastness of destruction, he was lost, now part of the chaos he had created.