No Heaven Or Hell Can Undo

Chiron's bloodied arms slammed into the ground with a resounding crack. The force of the impact sent a ripple through the platform, the air thick with the tension of what was to come. He threw his head back, his voice echoing across the heavens.

"Give me all of it!" he roared.

The runes on the platform blazed to life once more, an inferno of light and energy that swallowed everything in its vicinity.

The raw, searing power of the altar, built upon the sacrifices of millions, surged upward like a tidal wave and crashed into Chiron's body. The energy coiled within him, a tempest of destructive potential begging to be unleashed.

Yet Chiron did not succumb. He did not allow the seductive pull of this godlike power to tether itself to his soul.

His will, ironclad and unyielding, rejected the temptation. After all, he had other plans, great plans and it was to go in the manner that he saw fit.