The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 325: The Great Fall (3)

With the fall of Agos and the loss of Agnosia, something within the remaining Titans broke.

It wasn't their bodies… It was their will.

For the first time since their creation, the ancient beings felt it—the quiet, suffocating certainty of defeat. The connection to their dominion, once unshakable, now wavered as if the world itself had begun to reject them.

Their king had fallen.

And standing before them were two figures who had risen beyond everything they had once believed absolute—Amon and Yue.

New gods.

Beings who had not only reached their level… but surpassed it.

The Titans could feel it clearly now. Even if they fought on, even if they burned every last fragment of their existence, it would not be enough. Their weakened forms could no longer withstand the overwhelming might of those who had inherited both the will of the heavens and the origin of spirits.

Silence fell across the battlefield as that realisation settled in.

Then, slowly… The broken form of Agos moved.

His once-magnificent body, now fractured and unstable, struggled to maintain its shape with every step. Fragments of his existence flickered and dissolved as he dragged himself forward, each movement heavier than the last.

The remaining Titans watched in silence as their king approached, the weight of countless eras pressing down upon them all. At last, Agos came to a stop before them.

For a brief moment, the Titan King lifted his head—his fading presence carrying the remnants of a will that had once ruled the world. Then, with a long, heavy breath… He exhaled.

"Sorry… I lost…"

"Agos, you…"

"I'm sorry… I can't restore our age…"

"Agos."

Xiphos and Theia looked away as they didn't wish to see their once invincible leader in this sorry state. They were once the overlords of the planet, and the one who stood above them all was Agos. The sovereign of the world. And if even he was defeated… There wasn't anything they could do.

"Agnosia… I'm sorry."

Faltering and limping, the Titan King's attention fell on the motionless body beneath Yue's feet.

Of all the Titans, it was the Herald who had suffered the most.

While they were sealed away, slumbering while the aeons passed them by, the former Titan of Life persevered. She walked through different ages, Dragons and Humans, all for the chance of reviving her brethren.

Yet, when she finally got her wish, her brethren let her down. Death was now the endpoint for all of them and extinction their inevitable end.

The last five Titans on the planet…

"If I had known earlier… I would have spent the last few days with you… travelling the world and loving you. To give you what you deserved."

The Herald's face remained motionless, but in the Titan King's eyes, it seemed like she broke into a radiant smile.

"I would have made you happy…"

As the final moments of the Titans unfolded, the humans… paused.

No one moved. No one spoke.

Even amidst the devastation, even with victory within their grasp, an unspoken stillness settled across the battlefield. Watching the Titans gather in what could only be their final moments, something struck the hearts of those present.

A quiet, uncomfortable realisation.

For all their differences… the Titans and humanity were not so different after all.

They stood on opposing sides of the same truth.

Both fought. Both struggled. Both endured.

And at the core of it all, both desired the same simple thing—to live.

But the world did not allow such coexistence.

The Titans, by their very nature, were beings of overwhelming power. Their existence alone threatened the balance of the world, and their whims could wipe out millions without effort or consequence.

And humanity… Humanity would never accept that.

They would rise, struggle, and fight endlessly to overthrow such beings—to claim the right to rule their own world, to ensure their survival at any cost. And yet… That did not make this moment any easier to witness.

Because even knowing all of that… they could still feel it.

The weight of loss.

The sorrow of a family about to disappear.

Among those watching, Sword Saint stood in silence.

A man who had pursued immortality with unwavering obsession. A man who had gone so far as to ally himself with demons, casting aside morality and consequence in his pursuit of eternal life. He had always believed the end justified the means.

That immortality was worth any cost.

And now… It was within his reach.

Closer than it had ever been. Yet as he watched the Titans in their final moments, something stirred within him—something he had long since buried. For the first time, he truly understood the weight of what he sought. Immortality was not just power. It was not just freedom from death. It was taking something from others.

A future. A family. A chance to exist.

To become immortal… meant standing on the graves of others.

The realisation pressed heavily against his soul. But in the end… That was all it was.

A realization. Nothing more.

"You Titans fought well… but, unfortunately, your era has passed long ago."

Amon walked forward as he recovered most of his stamina… at least on the outside. If he had to fight the four Titans alone when they ran amok, even he couldn't guarantee survival.

Fortunately, the Titans had lost their will to fight.

"Any last words?"

"... human, your era has come… but... In the end, you'll become just like us."

"Perhaps…"

Amon lowered Nyx, its edge hovering just above the throat of Agos.

There was no hatred in his gaze. No triumph. Only a quiet, unshakable resolve.

Then—he struck.

The blade fell without hesitation, cutting through the last remnants of the Titan King's existence.

Agos' form shuddered violently as the final thread sustaining him was severed, his immense presence collapsing into silence.

The ruler of the Titans… was gone.

Around him, the remaining Titans could do nothing but watch. Their bodies refused to move. Their power—once capable of reshaping the world—had been completely suppressed by Yue. Invisible chains of spiritual authority bound them in place, freezing even their most primal instincts.

They could not step forward. They could not retaliate. They could not even reach out.

All they could do… was witness the end. And then it began.

A deep, violent churning tore through their bodies.

Yue raised her hand, her expression calm and devoid of mercy.

Spiritual light surged outward as her authority reached into the very core of their existence. With precise, unyielding control, she dug into their cores—the source of their power, their divinity, their very being.

The Titans convulsed.

Not from pain alone, but from the sensation of their existence being unravelled.

One by one, Yue tore their cores free. Brilliant fragments of divine energy emerged from their bodies, glowing with the raw essence of nature itself. Flames, storms, metal and earth—each core carried the authority that had once allowed them to rule the world.

And with a single motion, she severed those divinities from their vessels.

For the last time. The connection between Titan and power… was broken.

What remained were no longer the gods of the world.

Only fading remnants of what they once were.

"But, for now… it is our era."

Amon spoke softly as he lifted the core that had once belonged to Agos.

It hovered above his palm—colourless, almost transparent, as though it did not fully exist within the physical world. And yet, the moment one laid eyes upon it, its nature was undeniable.

Power. Not the violent, destructive kind the other Titans wielded—but something far more absolute.

It was control.

Agos had been known as the Titan King, a being who bent space and warped reality itself. But those were merely expressions of a deeper authority.

His true dominion was not over space or form… It was over control itself.

The ability to govern, to command, to impose will upon existence. In another age, perhaps he would have been remembered not as a king… But as the Titan of Control.

A pity, then, that such a power would never be refined any further.

Because now… it rested quietly in Amon's hand.

The inheritance of a fallen god.

Around him, the other cores were distributed.

The blazing heart of Pyrrhos fell into Leon's grasp, its molten glow pulsing like a living sun. The crackling essence of Anemos drifted toward Manon, arcs of lightning dancing wildly within its core. The shifting, metallic core of Xiphos settled into the hands of the Sword Saint, its surface rippling like liquid steel.

And finally, the dense, earthen core of Theia was entrusted to Ellahan, its weight carrying the presence of mountains themselves.

Each of them held their cores with care.

Not loosely. Not casually. But with a reverence that bordered on fear.

As if what they carried was not merely an object… But the very foundation of life itself.

Because in truth, it was far more valuable than any treasure.

Once these cores were absorbed… They would transcend mortality.

They would gain immortality. Divinity.

The very power required to stand against the coming threat—the Demon Race and their Apostles. This was not simply the aftermath of a battle. This was a turning point.

The moment where the old gods fell… and new ones rose to take their place.

The dawn of a new era.

Alas… that era… wasn't going to start just yet.

The divinity cores began to resonate.

At first, it was subtle—a faint hum that rippled through the air like the echo of something ancient awakening.

But within moments, the vibration deepened, growing heavier, sharper… until it struck directly at the soul. Everyone who held a core felt it. A tremor. Not of the body—but of their very existence.

Amon narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening slightly as he resisted the pull. Though the resonance reached him, his control over divinity allowed him to remain steady.

The others… were not so fortunate. Leon, Manon, and the Sword Saint all staggered at the same time. Their bodies trembled violently before they couldn't take it and coughed up blood.

The resonance wasn't just overwhelming… It was hostile.

It tore through their bodies, disrupting their mana, shaking their souls, as if rejecting their very right to hold such power.

The cores pulsed erratically in their hands, growing hotter, heavier… more unstable with every passing second. And worse—It was targeting them.

Or so they thought.

Because in the next moment, everything changed.

The cores… moved.

Not away. But toward something.

No… Toward someone.

Four streams of divine energy tore free from their holders, converging through the air in blinding arcs of light.

All of them— Gathered in one place. Before the one person none of them had expected.

Ellahan.

She stood still. Unmoving. Yet at the centre of everything. Her emerald eyes shimmered, now glowing with a profound, sacred brilliance. Above her outstretched palm, the four Titan cores hovered—rotating slowly as if drawn into orbit by an unseen force.

Particles of light drifted through the air around her.

At first, they resembled grains of sand. Then they began to gather.

Converging. Merging. Becoming something far greater.

The air bent around her presence. Her figure, once gentle and human, now radiated a divinity that felt… distant. Untouchable.

As though she had stepped beyond the limits of mortal existence in a single breath.

In that moment, even the battlefield seemed to hold its breath. Leon stared at her, his mind going blank as the words escaped him.

"E-Ella…? W-What are you…?"

A voice cut through the silence. Sharp. Immediate.

"…No," Yue's gaze hardened as she took a step forward. "That's not Ella."

Yue warned as she sheltered everyone in a divine barrier. Her ruby eyes were shaking; unbelieving of the sight that was unravelling before her.

"It can't be… you can't descend…"

"..."

'Ellahan' remained silent as she stared blankly at Yue. She then turned her attention to Amon. Despite Ellahan's face showing no emotions, Amon could feel a bubbling rage enter his psyche. Added to the fact that the entity's gaze was putting immense pressure on his soul… it didn't take a genius to guess who had possessed Ellahan at this crucial juncture.

It was the final boss.

The entity that caused everything.

The Seventh Calamity.

The Goddess.

"Hyades."