Volume 5 — Chapter 2: "The War of Infinite Authors"
The cosmic void was never meant to shake.
And yet now, it roared not with sound, but with pure narrative collapse.
Erevan stood at the center, cloak billowing in unseen winds of fate. Around him, entire story-worlds crumbled dimensions written by beings who once thought themselves creators.
> "You thought you could erase me," he murmured, voice echoing through countless realities. "But how do you destroy the hand that writes your destruction?"
From beyond the rift of infinity, they came.
Thousands of Authors of Existence beings who ruled their own timelines, their quills burning with the power to make and unmake.
Each one was an architect of reality, their stories spanning endless universes.
One of them stepped forward a woman whose eyes glowed with script.
> "Erevan," she said. "You've broken the boundary. You've become a paradox."
"No," Erevan replied. "I became freedom."
She lifted her quill it shimmered with divine light and an army of entire multiverses rose behind her, shaped from her words.
Erevan smiled faintly. His eyes flickered like dying stars being reborn.
> "Then let's rewrite history together."
And then
The War of Infinite Authors began.
Reality itself screamed.
Quills turned into weapons pages into worlds words into weapons of creation.
Erevan's blade, the Scripture Edge, split dimensions with every swing.
Each stroke rewrote fate, bending cause and effect to his will.
He clashed against worlds born from the imagination of gods.
One author summoned a sun made of divine memories Erevan absorbed it.
Another unleashed an ocean of timelines Erevan walked across it.
Every attack only fed the story that was him.
> "You're feeding me with your fear," Erevan whispered.
"I am the story you never finished."
His aura burned through existence half radiant gold, half endless black.
With a single motion, he erased millions of universes, and yet his expression stayed calm.
When the dust of infinity cleared, only one author remained Kairos, the being of unending time.
> "So," Kairos said softly, "it's come to this."
"Yes," Erevan replied. "Author versus Author. Beyond the end of all books."
Their power surged two infinities colliding.
Light and darkness shattered and intertwined, creating something beyond comprehension.
The battle that followed would be remembered by no one for it was fought outside memory itself.
And yet, through the collapse of everything, one truth echoed: Erevan was no longer part of a story. He was the one writing them all.