The sky bled fire.
The heavens had become a graveyard of broken stars and shattered laws. War howled through the void, tearing worlds apart as gods and immortals unleashed their might upon a lone figure standing at the center of destruction.
That being;neither god nor demon, but something far beyond;was known only in whispers, in prayers and curses, as the Terror of the Beyond.
He stood bare-chested, scars carved across his body like records of forgotten epochs. His hair flowed like dark ink through the void, and his golden eyes glimmered with the calm of one who had borne too much. No divine aura radiated from him, no demonic malice;but reality itself bent subtly around his frame, as though space-time refused to touch him.
Before him floated seven beings;sovereigns of divine realms, rulers whose names summoned dread and devotion across countless worlds. Their sacred robes were torn, their artifacts cracked, their dignity fraying. And yet, broken as they were, they stood against him still.
"You shouldn't have done that, ;;," it was the Blade Sovereign, her voice sharp as a falling star. She raised a sword forged from the molten core of the Star Titan, its blade burning with solar essence. "Return it. We can still end this without unraveling what remains;"
The Tyrant closed his eyes, brief sorrow flickering across his scarred face. "I only did what had to be done. I chose my own path. You… you are nothing but marionettes dancing to the will of unspeakable beings."
When his eyes opened again, they glowed with an unrecognizable power. His body had become vast, distorted, monstrous in stature.
He lifted his hand. Space rippled like disturbed water. Threads of law;red, violet, gold;emerged, twisting together like serpents. They spiraled into a spear not of metal, but of causality and void flame. It bled absence, consuming meaning itself. Even light recoiled.
He stepped forward. The void cracked under his heel.
Then he hurled the spear.
It tore across the heavens like a comet of annihilation, screaming with the echoes of broken worlds. The Blade Sovereign braced her sword with both hands, crossing it before her chest. When spear met blade, sound imploded. A ring of fractured color tore outward, shattering time itself.
Her bones splintered under the impact. Divine blood trailed through the cosmos like a comet's tail as she was hurled away.
Before the others could rally, the Tyrant vanished.
He reappeared beside the Time Monarch. Fear widened the Monarch's eyes too late. Two fingers pressed to his brow. A whisper followed:
"Chrono Release."
Gray light erupted. The Time Monarch screamed as his memories unwound, threads of cultivation unraveling like bark peeled from a tree. He crumpled, twitching, eyes glassed.
The Rooted One roared in desperation, summoning the Tree of Myriad Realms. It erupted behind him;an emerald colossus spanning countless planes, roots coiled around dimensions, branches heavy with universes.
The Tyrant merely knelt, pressing a palm to the void.
A lotus bloomed beneath him, black as night, petals shimmering with cosmic light. It pulsed once. His lips parted, releasing a word steeped in trembling truth:
"Lotus of the Ending Times."
The Tree shuddered. Bark split. Leaves curled to ash. Roots withered across distant planes. In a heartbeat, the Tree of Myriad Realms dissolved into nothingness, erased as though it had never been.
The gods faltered. They had thought themselves eternal. Unbreakable. Yet before him;this man, this force;eternity was a fragile lie.
"He's making reality obey him," whispered the Fate Seer, her pale face stricken.
And still;he had not killed them.
Every strike, every devastation, had been measured. Not cruelty. Restraint.
"Why?" the Death Saint screamed. "Why not just end us?!"
The Tyrant's gaze softened, haunted by something beyond their comprehension. "Because you must live to watch the truth. To see the destruction you once mocked as impossible. To learn that you are nothing but worms squirming in the dirt of creation."
Fear hollowed the gods' eyes.
In desperation, they gathered;chanting in unison, their voices invoking the oldest of forbidden rites: the Chains of Chaotic Doom.
Space, Time, Fate, Death, Reincarnation, Karma, Will;seven primordial laws bound their chant. A formation vast enough to cage universes emerged in the void.
Seven divine chains spiraled into being, serpents of judgment glowing with eternal truths. They closed in around the Tyrant, tightening with each heartbeat.
Wrist. Ankle. Chest. Spine. Brow. Heart.
The chains pierced him.
He did not resist.
Instead, he lifted his gaze past gods, past stars, toward a horizon unseen by any but himself. His lips moved. Words too low for gods to catch remained etched in silence.
The chains ignited.
No sound. No explosion. Only stillness.
A silence spread outward, devouring light, sound, sensation. When it faded, nothing remained. The Tyrant of the Beyond was gone.
Reality faltered. Space twisted. Time bled. A formless force surged in, devouring gods and worlds alike. The surviving sovereigns panicked, unleashing every secret art to preserve themselves;yet nothing held. Against that unknown tide, they were swallowed, erased, forgotten.
And then;silence again.
Far beyond the chaos, untouched by collapse, a sanctuary drifted.
A palace of translucent jade floated in an ocean of starlight, spires gleaming like frozen moonlight. Gardens swayed with dream-winds. The air smelled of unborn memories.
At its heart lay a figure upon a crystalline bed.
A woman;ageless, serene. Her hair shimmered with the night sky's glow, robes drifting as though underwater. Her chest rose faintly, too faintly. Her body flickered, unstable, like a candle caught in storm winds.
Chains of divine light coiled around her, pulsing weakly. Symbols older than creation itself hovered above her brow, dimming, fading.
She was erasing. Not in flesh, but in meaning…Like a song once beloved, now forgotten.
Her eyes were open, but unfocused. They pierced beyond time, beyond space, locked on something no one else could see.
Her lips never moved, yet a whisper filled the sanctuary:
"It failed. But not for long… A star beyond the horizon shall rise, to complete what was left undone."
It was unknown what was the meaning of these words. They were ethereal which curved in reality.
The palace drifted on, silent.
The old order was gone.
The gods had fallen.
Only breathless chaos remained;
an emptiness yearning for rebirth.
And from that emptiness, echoes lingered;ripples in the void, waiting for a new dawn to bloom.
(End)
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