Overlord Belenus the Storm Hearld of change

Narration – Belenus

Even titans need to test the earth beneath their feet.

Though I had become the Ashen Nexus Prime, crowned by flame and wrapped in multiversal divinity, some echoes still demanded to be answered — ancient rivalries, buried kingdoms, and secrets too deep for light.

It began not with a roar…

…but with a heartbeat.

A deep, drumming rhythm from the buried empire beneath Hollow Earth — one that even Amaterasu, my mate, could not ignore.

And Kong?

He remembered.

Because it was the home of his ancestors.

And the throne had been taken.

Scene – Hollow Earth: The Bloodroot Chasm

We followed the pulse to a place untouched even by leyline memory — the Bloodroot Chasm, a subterranean realm built from crystal bones and bioluminescent towers, wrapped around a sun-sized core called the Heartflame.

But it wasn't empty.

There, seated upon a throne of jagged red stone, was the usurper — Skar King.

A twisted titan ape, more ancient than Kong, born in the cataclysm that had once fractured Hollow Earth's balance. He wore armor crafted from devoured titans, and in his grip…

…a glowing whip forged from serpent spines and ancient chaos.

Beside him stood a war machine, rebuilt from stolen designs and warped by hatred:

Mechagodzilla, reactivated — and upgraded.

Narration – Belenus

The whispers I'd heard from beyond the veil had spoken of a resurrection.

This wasn't just another machine.

It was Mechagodzilla Prime, now laced with Quantum Ghidorah remnants and synced with Skar King's hateful will.

He had turned a weapon into a beast — and a beast into a king.

But not my king.

Scene – Titan Clash: Amaterasu vs Kong (Round II)

Before we could plan, the tension ignited.

Kong roared at Skar King, his Solar Axe raised high, veins glowing with Heartflame resonance.

But Amaterasu stepped forward — not in anger, but in challenge.

Not against Kong.

But with him.

Still, the old wound between them lingered. They circled each other in the ancient style — fire against fury, history against honor.

Then the fight exploded.

Amaterasu unleashed a focused beam of plasma, her spines burning crimson gold.

Kong used the axe like a conductor, redirecting her energy into a spiraling counterblast.

Fangs clashed with fists. Tail struck shield. Fire met storm.

But it wasn't war — it was trust by trial.

Each blow proved their unity, their growth, their will to defend Hollow Earth together.

And at last, when Amaterasu lowered her head and Kong touched his forehead to hers, I knew.

The Rift between them had closed.

Scene – Mechagodzilla Prime Attacks

That's when Mechagodzilla struck.

The machine burst from its station with thruster-assisted speed, slamming into both titans like a meteor. Its claws had been sharpened with Void Alloy. Its atomic breath was now twin-linked, pulsing with entropy and antimatter.

Its shriek tore through dimensional threads.

Andarta's voice rang out:

"Sovereign — Omega-Class Weapon: Autonomous. Intelligence: Parasitic. Objective: Annihilation of all Titan-linked biosignatures."

I descended to the battlefield, but I did not interfere… not yet.

This was their fight.

The Battle – Two Titans vs One Machine

Kong grunted as Mechagodzilla's tail wrapped around him, dragging him through crystal pillars. Amaterasu lunged, biting deep into the machine's shoulder, only for the armor to inject destabilizing venom — nullfire serum.

But they adapted.

Kong used shards of the crystal towers as javelins, embedding them into exposed joints.

Amaterasu generated an overburst pulse — not a beam, but a ring of solar flame, scorching the battlefield in a dome of cleansing heat.

Together, they cornered it.

Narration – Belenus

Their dance had become poetry.

This was no longer just war — this was the birth of a new alliance.

The primal and the divine.

The storm and the sun.

Kong and Amaterasu.

Final Blow – Twin Sovereign Strike

Kong leapt high, Solar Axe igniting midair with Heartflame energy. Amaterasu reared back, channeling all her core heat into a single burst.

Then—

"NOW!" I roared, linking their soulflows with a sliver of my remaining flame.

Their power synchronized.

Kong's axe split the air as Amaterasu's beam wrapped around him like a serpent of fire.

The axe struck Mechagodzilla's core—

—BOOM.

Time buckled. The Heartflame flared. The machine shattered, its scream swallowed by molten stone.

Only sparks remained.

Aftermath – The Empire Restored

The throne crumbled.

Skar King tried to rise—but Kong stepped forward and roared, chest thundering like a war drum.

Skar King ran.

Not out of fear of death.

But because he had been defeated without death.

And that was worse.

Narration – Belenus

I stood before Amaterasu and Kong as Hollow Earth settled. The skies turned from crimson to blue. The crystals hummed with peace.

They knelt—not in submission…

…but in unity.

I raised my hand.

"Let this world be ruled by both the storm and the flame. Let no crown be singular. Let the Hollow Earth rise not as a kingdom—but as an alliance."

System Notification – Andarta

Territorial Control: Unified

Titan Alliance Formed: Amaterasu + Kong

New Title Bestowed: Twin Sovereigns of Hollow Earth

New Threat Detected: Temporal Singularity – Incoming

Final Scene – A New Roar in the Rift

From the deepest rift beyond Hollow Earth, a new roar echoed.

Familiar.

And yet… impossible.

Not Ghidorah. Not Skar King.

Something that carried Chronaxis's tone…

Hold on author notes you get a second chapter here

Chapter: The Celestial Garden and Meeting Goku

Scene – Arrival in Universe 7

The moment the Grand Priest's message concluded, reality folded.

Not broke. Not shattered. Folded.

I stood in a new place — the Sacred World of the Kais. A dimension that breathed creation itself. Mountains floated above oceans of starlight. Trees shimmered with divine resonance. The air felt alive, laced with eternity.

Waiting there, smiling with infectious ease, was Goku.

He was taller than I expected. Less imposing, more… welcoming. Yet his aura? It rippled like an ocean under thunderclouds — vast, boundless, ever-growing.

"So, you're Belenus," he said, scratching his head with a grin. "Man, you feel like a whole sun wrapped in a volcano."

"And you," I said, stepping forward, "carry no throne. Yet the cosmos knows your name."

He laughed. "I've never liked thrones. I like fights. And you're gonna love what comes next."

The Tournament of Power – Reborn

Overlooking a lake made of crystallized time, Goku, Whis, and the Grand Priest explained the new terms.

"This isn't just another tournament," Goku said, his voice more serious now. "Zeno wants balance, and with all the Earths merged… there's a lot to balance."

The Grand Priest raised the Scroll of Combat Eternum, its golden parchment glowing with a pulse like a heartbeat.

"Sixteen universes. Each may send ten warriors. You, Belenus, are allowed to choose your team — Titans, gods, heroes — any being born of the merged world. But beware…"

He turned a page.

"This time, the losing universes do not vanish. They become unreal. Forgotten by all. Their existence sealed behind the Veil of Loss."

The cost of failure was no longer death.

It was erasure from memory itself.

"We accept," I said, my voice ringing across dimensions. "And we will not be forgotten."

Scene – Jiren's Return

The arena formed in the sky — not the final one, but a space for introductions. Warriors from various realms appeared in flashes of godlight. And then, from a rift of silence itself, came Jiren.

He was a mountain wrapped in solitude.

Muscles carved from pure conviction. Eyes like still storms.

He approached silently, power simmering beneath every step.

Amaterasu, glowing with calm warmth, placed a gentle claw forward. She had not come to battle — not yet. She came to understand.

"He's drowning in silence," she murmured. "Let me reach him."

She stepped forward in peace, like a mother reaching for a child who no longer believed in love.

But Jiren — changed by what he had seen and lost — struck first.

Scene – Clash of Eternities

What happened next was not war.

It was a collision of absolutes.

Jiren's blow cracked the sky of the tournament's pre-chamber. His fist landed squarely against her core — a strike meant to test resolve, not destroy.

But Amaterasu… she didn't defend.

She accepted it.

Perhaps believing love could shield the pain.

Perhaps knowing her son would need a fire deeper than hope.

Her body shimmered, light seeping from every fracture like the tears of dying stars. I watched in paralyzed horror as she stumbled — then smiled.

"Don't grieve, my son… Burn brighter."

And then she fell.

Her light unraveled into the air, flowing upward like embers scattered to the stars.

Jiren stood frozen, his fist still raised — realization dawning too late. He had not meant to kill her.

But it didn't matter.

She was gone.

Narration – Belenus

My roar broke every barrier.

Flames poured from me in a tempest of vengeance and grief.

The sky caught fire. The very laws of the tournament screamed. Even Whis stepped back.

Time cracked — again.

But I did not strike Jiren.

Not yet.

Because her last gift to me was control.

I carried her in me now — not as pain, but as purpose.

Scene – The Ashen Throne Reborn

We returned to Earth Eternal.

The Verdant Core bloomed anew.

At its heart now stood the Pillar of Light, where Amaterasu's soul burned as a sacred flame — undying, unseen, but ever-present.

Heroes gathered there.

Not to offer condolences.

But to pledge allegiance.

Kaela, my queen, stood by my side, silent and burning with sorrow. Goku placed a hand on my shoulder — not in sympathy, but in solidarity.

"We've all lost people," he said. "But what makes us who we are… is what we do next."

Narration – Belenus

Fifty-nine wishes shaped me.

The sixtieth gave the world a future.

But her death?

It gave me a reason to fight without mercy.

This was no longer about proving myself to gods.

This was retribution.

This was legacy.

And in the arena beyond infinity…

They would know the fire of a son who mourns.