Overlord Belenus the Storm Hearld of change

Narration – Belenus (First Person)

The world should have felt victorious.

But victory has a strange silence.

Ash drifted from the skies like black snow, remnants of Ghidorah's final fall. The sea boiled gently beneath my feet, steam coiling around my scales. My claws ached. My heart pulsed like a forge. The battle was over… but the Earth had not sighed in relief.

Because something was wrong.

Something was still watching.

No—not watching.

Approaching.

The rift that had vomited Ghidorah's aberrant form into our reality now pulsed like a dying star. Its light no longer burned with chaotic energy, but with a methodical hunger—cold, calculating, patient.

And I could feel it.

Something was coming in.

Something older than Titans.

Older than gods.

Not destruction like Ghidorah.

Not even dominion.

But consumption.

A silence so pure, it erased meaning itself.

A void without name.

Scene – Hollow Earth: Ley Tree Grove

Kaela stood beside me on a moss-covered ridge overlooking the glowing roots of the Ley Tree—the Rootheart, the source of life for all titans, and the heartbeat of Hollow Earth itself.

The tree no longer pulsed with its usual rhythm.

Its light was flickering.

Like a candle in a void.

Kaela's vibrant crystal-spined form was dimmer than usual, her expression heavy with a weight I'd never seen before.

Kaela: "The echoes are wrong. The timelines are crying. I hear futures choking in their cradles, Belenus."

She looked at me, something unreadable in her gaze.

Kaela: "Something is feeding on the roots of destiny. It's not death. It's... absence."

Narration – Belenus

Her words weren't metaphor.

The Ley Tree was weakening—not from age or damage, but from disconnection. Branches of time, of possibility, of evolution—cut. Entire epochs lost like erased dreams.

And in the void of those missing futures, a presence had begun to stir.

Something vast.

Patient.

Insatiable.

I turned, and Amaterasu—my mother—landed beside us, her wings folding with tired grace. Even in exhaustion, she was divine. Her breath warmed the ground, her glow illuminated the trembling leaves around us.

Amaterasu: "This is not the end of a battle."

Amaterasu: "This is the beginning of an extinction."

Her voice carried no fear—only truth.

Then the air shivered.

The light bent.

And N'ythra, the World-Binder, slithered down from the canopy of the Rootheart, coalescing into a form of astral flesh—cosmic serpent, guardian of timelines.

Stars gleamed in her coils. Moons shimmered between her fangs.

She regarded us with the infinite weight of everything that had ever been.

N'ythra: "He was not the king."

N'ythra: "Ghidorah was but the first claw—the herald—of a hunger older than this cosmos. A silence with no name. A creature that does not kill time..."

N'ythra: "...but devours its meaning."

Her flames dimmed.

And she bowed.

N'ythra: "Begin your journey, Red Death."

N'ythra: "Or all roots will burn."

Scene – Elsewhere: A Timeline Already Gone

Across the rift, in a universe lost before it ever lived, another Earth died screaming.

No kaiju defended it. No gods wept for it.

The oceans were dust.

The stars flickered out like broken embers.

And through the collapsing sky stepped a shadow with no name, draped in cloaks made of absence. The air warped around it. Time bent. Sound refused to exist near its presence.

It looked toward our Earth.

And moved.

Not with speed.

With inevitability.

Scene – S.H.I.E.L.D. Command – Helicarrier Helios

The command center buzzed with alarms. Technicians cried out across flickering screens.

Maria Hill: "Director, we're registering cross-dimensional severances in over 12 adjacent realities. Entire timelines are going dark."

Tony Stark (via comm): "We're talking literal quantum blackouts. As if they never existed. Not even time echoes remain."

Shuri: "The void feeding on them has mass… but no light. No memory."

Nick Fury watched the rift with narrowed eyes.

Fury: "Then this wasn't a war we just survived."

Fury: "...It was an invitation."

Narration – Belenus

I stepped forward, toward the edge of the Ley Grove.

Kaela joined me—our bodies casting twin shadows against the glowing bark.

Amaterasu stood behind us, watching like a mountain carved from flame.

Anguirus limped to our side, battle-scarred, but unyielding.

The Earth had given birth to monsters.

To defenders.

But now it needed something more.

We were no longer just Titans.

We were the roots.

The anchor of timelines.

And now?

We would be their sword.

Final Lines – Internal Monologue

I am Belenus.

The Red Death.

Godflare-born.

Alpha beyond Alpha.

But this enemy?

It does not fear power.

It devours it.

So I must be more than strength.

More than rage.

I must be the fire that even nothing cannot swallow.

Because if I fail…

Then the void won't just erase me.

It will erase the meaning of "was."