So came the final contest. Heimos rose from his redoubt on Ochre Island. He came with thunder at his call and lightning in his hand. He boasted: “By my voice I command nations; by my power I strike down hosts; by my seed I have given gods to the earth. Who shall gainsay me?”
But Gamasiel answered: “You are no god, Heimos, but a man who has clothed himself in terror and deceit. The lightning you brandish is not yours, but the fire of heaven you have stolen and misused. The children you claim are no more than shadows of your vanity. And the nations you boast of ruling are weary of your tyranny.”
At this Heimos cast his bolts, but they fell harmless, for the heavens obey not the thief. His voice thundered, but the wind carried it away, for the word of man is dust before the Word of the Creator. His eyes burned with fire, but they dimmed, and his followers saw only a fading spark.
Then was Heimos judged: the last and greatest pretender, silenced and shown as nothing. His children remained bound to their island, no longer lords but prisoners of their own name. From that day, their reign as gods was ended, and their temples became the shrines of memory rather than the houses of power.
Thus ended the tenth contest, and with it the false dominion of the Decadon.
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