The silence after the god's death was worse than the screams before it.
No thunder followed.
No divine backlash.
No punishment from the heavens.
Just emptiness.
The kind that made even reality feel unsure of itself.
Fragments of the Extreme Magic Academy drifted slowly through the void—broken towers, shattered arenas, floating classrooms stained with blood from dozens of worlds. The bodies had not vanished. They were left where they fell, as if the Omniverse itself wanted witnesses.
Zento stood frozen.
His awakening had saved no one.
Reflexo's light flickered weakly, unstable, reacting to the sheer wrongness in the air. Kaiser's flames burned again, brighter now—but there was no triumph in them. Only anger that had nowhere to land.
Renox stared at the ruins with a hollow expression.
"So it finally happened,"
he muttered.
Shadow Xenon said nothing.
Blood ran from a cut near his ribs, soaking into the black fabric beneath his cloak. He didn't heal it. He didn't acknowledge it. His presence alone kept the Executors at a distance.
And for the first time—
The Executors hesitated.
Their perfect formation broke slightly. Their voices, once synchronized, no longer spoke in unison.
"This outcome was not approved,"
one said.
"A low-tier god was not meant to interfere,"
another added.
Shadow Xenon turned slowly.
"You didn't stop him,"
he said.
The words weren't loud.
They didn't need to be.
The pressure in the air increased, cracking nearby debris into dust.
"You let him judge us."
The Executors remained silent.
That was answer enough.
THE TRUTH BEGINS TO BLEED
A new presence arrived.
No portal.
No divine announcement.
A woman stepped out from distorted space itself—tall, armored in matte silver, her face marked by a glowing scar that ran from forehead to jaw.
Her eyes were human.
Too human.
"Enough,"
she said.
The Executors stiffened.
"Observer Nyx,"
one said.
"You are not authorized—"
She laughed bitterly.
"Authorized?"
"You killed an academy."
She looked at Shadow Xenon, then at Zento, Kaiser, Reflexo.
"They deserve to know."
The Executors reacted instantly.
Reality folded.
Three Executors moved at once.
Shadow Xenon stepped forward.
One step.
The space between him and them collapsed.
The first Executor shattered—its body exploding into fragments of light and code, not blood.
Not divine.
Artificial.
Zento's eyes widened.
"What the hell was that?"
Nyx clenched her fists.
"Now you see it."
The remaining Executors stopped attacking.
Not because they chose to.
Because something else did.
A voice echoed—not from above, but from everywhere.
"Information leak detected."
The void darkened.
And then the truth came out.
WHAT EXECUTORS REALLY ARE
Nyx spoke fast.
Urgent.
"Executors aren't gods,"
she said.
"They're constructs."
Reflexo's light flared in shock.
"Constructs… as in—made?"
"Built,"
Nyx replied.
"Out of stolen souls."
The battlefield reacted.
Reality trembled.
"Long ago,"
Nyx continued,
"the First Rulers of the Omniverse—the Demonic Divine Warriors—were too powerful to control."
Zento's armor reacted violently at those words.
"So the gods betrayed them,"
Renox said quietly.
Nyx nodded.
"They couldn't kill them.
So they sealed them.
And then they needed something to enforce their version of 'balance'."
She pointed at the Executors.
"Executors are prisons.
Each one contains thousands of erased beings—heroes, gods, warriors—broken down and rewritten."
Kaiser's flames surged uncontrollably.
"You're saying those things…"
"They're screaming inside?"
One Executor twitched.
For the first time, its voice cracked.
"Balance must be maintained."
Shadow Xenon raised his head.
His aura changed.
Colder.
Sharper.
"You're not judges,"
he said.
"You're graves that learned how to walk."
That was when the Omniverse answered.
THE IMPOSSIBLE FIGHT
All remaining Executors attacked at once.
No speeches.
No warnings.
Just annihilation.
Space imploded as Executor weapons tore through dimensions, each strike capable of erasing continents.
Reflexo moved first—light exploding outward, forming shields faster than thought. Kaiser followed, flames burning through concepts, not matter.
Zento screamed as his power surged again, demonic armor cracking open to reveal glowing sigils beneath.
Renox vanished—reappearing behind an Executor, tearing through its core with raw, unrefined force.
Still—
They were losing.
Executors adapted instantly.
Every attack was countered.
Every power analyzed.
Zento was slammed into a shattered tower, coughing blood.
Reflexo's light flickered dangerously.
Kaiser was buried under collapsing reality.
Shadow Xenon watched.
Waiting.
Then—
He moved.
SHADOW XENON UNCHAINED (BUT NOT FULLY)
Shadow Xenon stepped forward and drew his blade.
Not fully.
Just enough.
The world screamed.
An Executor rushed him—its weapon aimed straight for his heart.
Shadow Xenon tilted his head.
"Too slow."
One slash.
The Executor didn't explode.
It simply ceased.
Everything it had ever enforced, erased, or judged unraveled instantly.
Nyx stared in horror.
"If he keeps doing that…"
"The system will collapse."
Shadow Xenon didn't look back.
"Good."
Another Executor tried to flee.
Shadow Xenon appeared in front of it.
"Run where?"
Slash.
Gone.
The last Executor hesitated.
Its voice—finally—was no longer calm.
"If balance falls—something worse will rise."
Shadow Xenon paused.
"Let it,"
he said.
"I'm tired of lies pretending to be order."
He turned his blade slightly.
The Executor screamed.
Not digitally.
Not mechanically.
But humanly.
Thousands of voices crying out—
Then silence.
AFTERMATH: THE SHOCK
The battlefield was ruined beyond repair.
The academy was gone.
The Executors were gone.
And the Omniverse—
Was watching.
Nyx knelt.
"You've started a war you can't walk away from."
Shadow Xenon sheathed his blade.
Blood dripped from his hand.
"There was never a way to walk away,"
he replied.
Zento stood slowly.
Eyes burning.
"Then we finish it."
Far away—
High-Tier Gods felt something they hadn't felt in eons.
Fear.