When Atom was on his way to meet the man who possessed the power of the Lord of the Lords, the castle was already burning.
Meanwhils, Amid the raging flames stood a man, unmoving
as if he was waiting.
The fire did not burn him. As if Its listening to him.
He stood before the inferno, silent, untouched, with nothing.
Then a furious voice echoed. "King!"
The fire vanished instantly, erased by the sheer rage in Lord Supreme's voice. He stood there, eyes blazing.
"Don't you dare betray me like this," he snarled.
"Did you obtain the God's Soul?"
There was worry in his voice, he knew something was wrong.
The explosion that shook the island earlier was no coincidence.
It was a warning. When Lord Supreme entered the island, it wasn't by accident. It was an attempt on his life. He tried killing him...
"You tried to kill me," he growled. "Don't forget, you are nothing without me."
"Shut up." The King spoke.
Lord Supreme's mouth sealed shut instantly, His soul trembled as the blasphemy touched its core.
Enraged, Lord Supreme snapped his fingers.
But... Nothing happened.
"What…?"
It had never failed. The thought he had been suppressing was becoming real. He no longer needs him.
"He has achieved the God's Soul…" Lord Supreme thought desperately.
"The darkness I sensed over the island before… it was the—"
Before the thought could finish King raised his hand.
Warios' body collapsed.
No..
And It turned to ash instantly.
The shell was discarded. Warios was no longer needed.
Then, From the ashes emerged a new form, he same figure seen long ago, reborn.
A towering body with massive, muscular limbs.
And three eyes, each burning with terrifying awareness.
"No," the King spoke calmly. "It wasn't me."
"Yet, it's true, I have obtained the God's Soul."
His third eye opened wider.
"But that darkness you felt… it was not the God's."
He paused.
"He is here as well... The Blasphemous."
Lord Supreme was forced to his knees. An invisible weight crushed him into the ground, shattering his pride before his body. He couldn't move. Nor he Couldn't resist.
The new king walked toward him slowly.
Each step echoed like the judgment. Mockery curved his lips.
"I once believed I couldn't control the full power of the God's Soul," he said calmly. "That's why we split the soul into two… wasn't it?" He looked down at him.
"Now look at you."
The one he had feared his entire life was bowing
hopeless, powerless.
"You are so weak," he continued.
"So weak that I wonder why I ever thought you were equal."
He knelt slightly, his three eyes burning.
"I was never the imperfect one." he paused. "But you were." And now, with this devoted body… I think the remaining half of the power should belong to me.
His voice hardened, "You are not worthy of the power of Lord Supreme. And thus With all of this, I, Daruma, have become the strongest being in history."
The world itself bore witness to the fall of an era.
A man had betrayed his own existence to reach what people called Godliness.
He did not ascend.
He replaced.
Daruma became God.
And his first act as God, He killed his own self.
The imperfect version. Because there can only be one God.
All others are blasphemous. And blasphemy must suffer.
As Daruma destroyed his other half, he failed to notice something else...
Not movement.
But darkness.
A presence.
The source of it.
The Blasphemous had arrived.
"Lord Almighty"
The God and the Blasphemous stood before each other, staring.
What followed would either rename the era Or erase it entirely.
This was the battle between
God and Blasphemous...
"Sihur!" Atom hurled his sword. It spun violently through the air, and the moment it reached Daruma.
It expanded.
As large as the castle itself.
The walls shattered. The explosion swallowed everything.
Yet
Daruma stood untouched and Uninjured.
Atom was nowhere to be seen.
Then, An electric rope wrapped around Daruma's body.
Still, he didn't move.
A roar tore through the ruins.
"RAIJIN!!!" Lightning surged through the rope, flooding Daruma's body. His skin burned red. Veins erupted across his form.
The blast detonated. Daruma's body was torn apart.
And, He died.
But it was no use.. He regenerated.
"You know…" Daruma spoke, his body reforming. "I was once afraid you might kill me," he continued calmly. "But I'm not worried anymore."
Atom pointed his sword at him.
"You know," Atom said, "I was only checking if it was true. And now that I've confirmed it... I won't stop."
"Shut up."
Daruma tried to seal his mouth. It didn't worked.
"…You don't know," Daruma muttered. And Atom did know.
But underestimating his enemy was not who he was.
Daruma vanished along with Atom.
Their bodies disappeared from existence..
As if they were never there.
Ting~
A single soundd.
With The clash of swords they had left the place itself, moving to a realm where only one could survive.
With this, Darkness returned to the world. Which ate everything.
The castle.
The fire.
The explosion.
The villagers.
The ocean.
Everything reset, as if nothing had ever happened.
Elsewhere, Daruma and Atom clashed endlessly.
Their swords moved at speeds beyond calculation, beyond vision.
No eye could follow them.
No world could contain them.
"It's true," What Daruma was thinking has become true.
It's not just tale that he was born without the permission. The foretale, the Oracle. It was all true. But. The person who's standing right before him. The person who's fighting with him. He was never meant to born.