Chapitre 44: ### **Chapter 43: The Final Confrontation**
The doorway of light stood before us, shimmering with an almost divine radiance, inviting us into the unknown. The golden glow that emanated from it was warm, comforting, but I couldn't shake the feeling that beyond it lay not just the rift but something far more ancient and dangerous. Something that had been waiting for us, for me, for centuries.
We had passed the test of the mirror, confronting our inner demons. But this… this felt different. The energy radiating from the doorway felt ancient, almost sentient. It hummed with a power that defied understanding, like a primordial force that predated everything I had ever known.
"Elena…" I began, my voice uncertain for the first time in a long while. "This place, the rift—it's not just a tear in space. It's something more. It's tied to everything that came before, and everything that's still to come."
"I know," Elena replied softly, her voice steady and resolute. Her eyes met mine, filled with the same determination that had seen us through every challenge so far. "But we've made it this far. Together, we can do this. Whatever it takes."
I nodded, squeezing her hand. There was no more fear, only purpose now. I had confronted the darkness within myself. I had embraced it, acknowledged it, and emerged from it stronger. But I knew that the true test was yet to come.
The doorway pulsed again, its light flickering as if it were alive, waiting for us. It beckoned us to step through. With a deep breath, I took Elena's hand, and together we crossed the threshold.
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The moment we stepped through the portal, the world around us seemed to dissolve. The ground beneath our feet vanished, and we were suspended in an endless expanse of shifting light and darkness, swirling like a vast ocean caught in the grip of a storm. The air was thick with power—raw, untamed, and volatile. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of burning ozone and the faintest traces of something old, something forgotten.
We stood in the center of a massive, ethereal chamber, the walls composed of swirling clouds of energy that flickered like stars. At the center of the room stood the rift itself—its jagged edges twisting and tearing through the very fabric of reality, pulsing with an eerie, violet glow. It was as if the rift was alive, breathing, feeding on the world around it.
And standing before it, bathed in the sickly light, was the being we had come to confront.
The god.
He was tall, impossibly so, his form outlined in a shimmer of light and shadow. His face was obscured, hidden beneath a hood of swirling darkness, but his presence was unmistakable. His power radiated from him, suffocating and overwhelming, pressing down on us like an invisible weight.
"You have come far, Klaus Mikaelson," the voice that came from him was deep and resonant, an ancient sound that seemed to echo in the very core of my being. "But do you truly understand what you face?"
I stepped forward, my eyes narrowing as I gazed at the figure before me. "I don't need to understand everything," I said, my voice cold and unyielding. "I only need to stop the rift. I only need to stop you."
The god's laughter reverberated through the chamber, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You believe you can stop me? You believe you can undo what has been set into motion? You cannot."
"Elena and I have come this far," I replied, my words unwavering. "We've faced the darkness. We've faced the rift. And now we will stop it."
The god's form flickered, and for a moment, his face was revealed—a visage of ancient wisdom, his features regal, almost divine, but twisted with the weight of millennia. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, like black holes that threatened to consume everything in their path.
"You cannot stop what has already begun," he intoned, his voice dripping with an unsettling calm. "The rift is the breaking point of reality itself. It is the end and the beginning. The destruction of worlds and the creation of new ones. The balance must be maintained."
"I don't care about your balance," Elena snapped, her voice cutting through the air. "We're here to stop you. And we will."
The god's eyes shifted toward Elena, his gaze piercing her very soul. For a moment, the energy in the room seemed to freeze, the air thick with an unspoken tension. But then, the god spoke again, his voice softer, almost pitying.
"You think you can stand against me?" he asked. "You are but mortals. No matter how strong you think you are, you cannot defeat me. The rift is a force beyond your comprehension. It is the culmination of all things."
I stepped forward, my anger flaring at his words. "We've defeated worse. We've survived worse. We'll survive you, too."
His laughter rang out again, filling the chamber, drowning out all other sound. Then, without warning, he raised a hand, and the rift flared to life. A massive surge of energy shot through the room, rippling outward, destabilizing everything it touched. The ground beneath our feet cracked, and the swirling walls of energy around us distorted, twisting violently.
"Elena!" I shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward me as the energy surged. The rift was growing, expanding with terrifying speed, its force threatening to tear us apart.
The god raised his hand, and the energy intensified. I felt my bones creak under the pressure, my muscles straining as the rift's power pressed down on us. But even in the face of such overwhelming power, I knew there was only one choice.
"Stay close," I whispered to Elena, my voice strained but resolute. "We have to fight back."
I summoned every ounce of my power—every drop of strength that I had, both from my immortal heritage and the darkness within me. The power of the Mikaelsons, the power of my family, surged through me, and I focused all of it into a single strike.
With a guttural cry, I unleashed the full force of my power, sending a wave of energy toward the god. The impact was immediate—his form flickered, his presence rippling with shock, but he did not fall. He stood, unyielding, as the force of my attack crashed against him.
"You cannot win," he whispered, his voice like a dagger in the dark. "You are but a shadow of the true power that created this world."
But I wasn't listening. I couldn't listen. If we didn't stop him, the rift would destroy everything—every life, every world, every soul. We were the last hope.
I focused again, pulling deeper into the abyss of my soul, the darkness and light entwined, and I released another blast of power. This time, it was different—stronger, more focused. The rift faltered for a moment, its edges flickering, and I saw the god waver.
It was working. The rift was weakening. The god was weakening.
He roared in frustration, his hands crackling with dark energy as he summoned a wave of destruction toward us. The chamber shattered around us, the energy crackling with raw power, but we stood firm. Together, we stood firm.
"Elena," I said, my voice low but filled with determination. "It's time."
She nodded, her eyes fierce, her will unshakable. She stepped forward beside me, and together, we reached for the heart of the rift.
The god's final words were drowned by the surge of energy we unleashed, the combined power of our souls merging as one, unstoppable force. The rift began to close, the god's power being consumed by the light we had summoned. With a final cry of defiance, the rift collapsed in on itself, vanishing into nothingness, taking the god with it.
Silence.
The chamber was still. The oppressive weight lifted, and for the first time, the air felt clear—pure.
We had done it. The rift was closed.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone