The Omniverse did not scream.
It did not retaliate.
It did not correct itself.
It simply went quiet.
The ruins of the Extreme Magic Academy floated through fractured space like a crime scene the universe refused to clean. Broken walkways drifted beside shattered towers. Spell circles that once connected thousands of realms flickered weakly before dying out forever.
Students from worlds that would never even know their names lay motionless—some human, some not, some carrying blood the color of starlight or shadow.
This place had never belonged to Earth.
It had belonged to everyone.
And now it belonged to no one.
Zento stood at the center of it all, breathing hard, divine demonic armor cracked and unstable. His awakening echoed through his body like a scream that refused to fade.
"I was too late…"
"I was right there…"
His voice broke.
Kaiser turned away, flames licking along his arms before dying out again. Rage burned inside him, but it had nowhere to go. No enemy left to punish. No victory to claim.
Reflexo knelt among the fallen, his light trembling as it brushed over bodies from a dozen realms.
"They trusted this place," he whispered.
"They thought the rules mattered."
Renox stood still, hands clenched, eyes dark.
He wasn't shocked.
He was remembering.
And Shadow Xenon—
Shadow Xenon stood apart, cloak torn, blood running slowly down his side. He didn't heal it. He didn't flinch. His presence alone bent space subtly, like reality was wary of getting too close.
The Executors were gone.
Erased.
And yet the pressure remained.
Nyx stepped forward from the distortion she had emerged from earlier, her boots crunching softly against floating debris.
"They're watching now," she said quietly.
"Not through systems. Not through Executors."
She looked up.
"Directly."
As if on cue, the sky above the ruins dimmed.
Not darkened.
Dimmed.
Like a conscious decision.
Zento felt his heart sink.
"That's not normal, is it?"
Nyx shook her head.
"That's them closing observation layers."
"When gods stop observing… it means they're done pretending to be neutral."
THE WITNESSES ARRIVE
Three presences appeared without warning.
No portals.
No distortion.
No sound.
They simply were.
Tall figures cloaked in pale white and void-black, faces hidden behind smooth masks marked with a single unbroken circle. Their existence felt wrong—not hostile, not divine.
Administrative.
Renox inhaled sharply.
"Judicators…"
Kaiser frowned.
"Let me guess. Worse than Executors?"
Nyx didn't answer immediately.
Her jaw tightened.
"Executors enforced lies," she said.
"Judicators confirm truth."
That sentence hit harder than any attack.
One Judicator spoke—not with sound, but directly into their minds.
"Confirmation complete."
"Executor system: terminated."
Another voice followed.
"Demonic Divine Warriors: active."
Zento felt his armor react violently.
Reflexo's light flickered.
Kaiser clenched his fists.
The third Judicator paused.
Longer than the others.
"Shadow Xenon… identity verified."
The pressure descended instantly.
Not an attack.
A measurement.
Zento dropped to one knee, gasping. Kaiser gritted his teeth as his flames sputtered. Reflexo's light bent inward defensively. Renox tasted blood.
Shadow Xenon remained standing.
Unmoved.
Unbothered.
One Judicator tilted its head slightly.
"Power output exceeds predicted containment thresholds."
Shadow Xenon spoke calmly.
"Then stop measuring."
The Judicator turned toward him.
"Negative."
Nyx stepped forward angrily.
"You can't escalate this! The Omniversal Accords—"
"Invalid,"
the Judicator replied.
"Accords were conditional upon Executor oversight."
Reality folded inward.
A FIGHT THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO EXIST
The Judicators moved.
Not fast.
Not slow.
Absolute.
One appeared before Zento and struck him with an open palm. There was no explosion—just a sudden absence of space.
Zento was launched across multiple floating platforms, smashing through broken stone before skidding to a stop, armor flickering wildly.
Kaiser roared and charged, fire roaring as he swung—
The Judicator caught his fist.
The flames died instantly.
With a casual motion, it threw him aside like debris.
Reflexo reacted, light expanding outward, bending space, shielding the team—
The Judicators walked through it.
Not breaking it.
Ignoring it.
Renox vanished and reappeared behind one, slamming everything he had into its back.
Reality cracked.
The Judicator didn't even turn.
It struck Renox mid-air.
Renox hit the ground hard—and didn't move.
"REN—!"
Zento tried to stand.
That was when Shadow Xenon moved.
He didn't teleport.
He didn't rush.
He walked.
Each step distorted the battlefield beneath his feet.
The Judicators turned fully toward him.
"You are an anomaly beyond containment."
Shadow Xenon stopped.
"No," he said quietly.
"I'm what happens when containment fails."
He drew his blade.
Fully.
The Omniverse reacted.
Not violently.
Fearfully.
THE CRACK IN GODHOOD
The Judicators attacked together.
Shadow Xenon met them head-on.
No wasted motion.
A strike meant to erase his torso—
He stepped inside it.
One slash.
The Judicator's mask cracked.
Light poured out—not divine, not holy.
Terrified.
"Damage registered—error—"
Shadow Xenon kicked it backward into the void.
The second Judicator bound space itself, chains of law snapping shut—
Shadow Xenon cut through them.
Then cut the law beneath them.
The third Judicator froze.
For the first time since their creation—
It hesitated.
Then it retreated.
Nyx stared in disbelief.
"They're leaving…"
Shadow Xenon lowered his blade slightly.
"Good," he said.
"Tell them this."
The Judicators vanished.
The sky slowly reopened.
AFTERMATH: NO TURNING BACK
Zento dragged himself upright, shaking.
"That wasn't a fight," he said.
"That was a warning."
Nyx nodded.
"To them," she replied.
"So was your survival."
Shadow Xenon turned to the team.
Blood dripped from his hand.
He didn't wipe it away.
"There's no neutral ground anymore," he said calmly.
"No academies. No systems."
He met each of their eyes.
"Only sides."
Far beyond reality—
The Thrones stirred.
And the real war finally acknowledged them.