Would fifty percent of his restored strength be enough to face the Overseer and Nocturnis combined?
The Overseer raised his hand slowly while Gustav's unleashed his aura in preparation.
Nocturnis watched with unrestrained glee.
"Remember how you obliterated his daughter's existence because she connived with the other deities and threatened the cosmic balance…?" Nocturnis whispered.
He laughed again.
"Well… even if you forgot, he remembers well."
Gustav's eyes narrowed.
The Overseer's aura began to gather.
And then—
Galaxies flickered as if struggling to stay alight. Stars dimmed into embers, planets cracked along tectonic seams, and entire sectors of reality felt a violent pull like something ancient had just inhaled after a hundred thousand years of suffocating silence.
And then his form began to further morph... turning into a figure of incandescent brilliance, forged from pure creation energy.
