THE ETERNAL CONFLICT: BATTLE BEYOND THE VERSES.
The cosmos trembled as two titans faced each other across the shattered remnants of obliterated universes. Stars, once eternal, now flickered like dying embers in the wake of their clash. The void between realms echoed with the weight of their words, each syllable a seismic force reshaping reality itself.
Krelious, his form radiating an aura of absolute dominion, threw back his head and laughed—a sound that cracked the fabric of space like brittle glass. "That's because I am Krelious," he declared, his voice a thunderous decree. "The ultimate being to ever exist. A lowly god like you cannot win against me. You know that right!.
The Void Creator, a primordial entity woven from the darkness before time, responded with a chuckle that sent ripples through the graveyard of dead galaxies. "You're really funny, Krelious," he mused, his eyes glinting with the cold light of forgotten eons. "I've killed many of your race—those who proclaimed themselves 'ultimate beings.' I sent them all to a new life."
A slow, predatory smile curled Krelious's lips. "Do you know why you killed so many of my kind, Void?"
The Void Creator spread his arms, shadows coalescing into serpents around him. "By all means, enlighten me."
Krelious's smirk sharpened. "Because they were all weak."
A booming laugh erupted from the Void Creator, shaking the carcasses of dead celestial bodies. "You're hilarious, Krelious! You'd sully the name of your own people by calling them weak?"
Krelious's eyes blazed with sudden fury, his voice a blade of pure wrath. "If they were strong, then peasants like you wouldn't have been able to kill them—or even lay a hand on them!"
The Void Creator's amusement vanished, replaced by a growl that resonated through the infinite dark. "Your arrogance and pride will be your downfall, Krelious. You should know that there's a limit to everyone's power—gods, guardians, demons, rulers… even the Unknowns like us. We all have a limit to what we can do."
Krelious scoffed, his very presence defying the laws of existence. "The only limit to one's power is their own weakness."
The Void Creator's form flickered, his patience thinning. "Fool. Say what you want, but one day, you'll remember my words. And Krelious… I cannot be killed. I am immortality itself. I was alive even before your so-called 'rulers' crawled into being."
Krelious tilted his head, his smile dripping with condescension. "You speak of immortality like a child. Immortality does only two things: First, it grants godly powers to normal beings. Second, it extends a god's lifespan to over a billion years."
The Void Creator's shadowy form pulsed with irritation. "Then what enables a god to live without ever dying?"
Krelious's grin widened, as if savoring the ignorance of his foe. "Oh, Void… even after your long, long life, you still know nothing."
A sigh escaped the Void Creator, the sound like a collapsing star. "I just want to hear what you think you know about true and absolute immortality."
Krelious's voice dropped to a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a supernova. "First of all, 'immortality' is a name known only to mid-gods. Its true name is OAWU—which means 'for eternity.'"
The Void Creator's laughter returned, though now edged with something uneasy. "Bravo. Please, tell me more… before we resume our battle."
Krelious's eyes gleamed with the knowledge of the abyss. "To achieve eternity is to exist outside of nothingness—outside of the Cube. A being who has attained eternity is bound by no law, not even fate. And for any being to reach eternity… they must be a Singularity."
The Void Creator's laughter turned manic, reverberating through the ruins of creation. "Everything you just said is insane! To exist outside of complete nothingness is suicide for all races— And yet…" His voice darkened. "What you say is the truth."
Krelious raised a hand, cosmic energy swirling around his fingers. "Let me give you one last chance: Serve me… or be erased forever."
The Void Creator's smile was chilling. "You're the first to offer me a choice. But I choose neither. Instead, I choose to end your life—because if I don't, you'll create far greater problems in the future."
Krelious's aura erupted, reality itself screaming in protest. "Then come! Fight me with everything you have—and don't hold back."
THE FINAL CLASH
The Narrator's voice boomed across the battlefield:
"The Void Creator surged toward Krelious with boundless speed, their collision birthing new storms of annihilation. Fists clashed with the force of dying universes, each blow erasing time and space. Around them, the remnants of destroyed verses crumbled further, their ashes scattered into the abyss."
Amidst the chaos, Nielan—knocked unconscious earlier—stirred. His vision blurred as he took in the apocalyptic wasteland. The two verses he once knew were gone, reduced to cosmic debris.
"You bastard…" Nielan spat, his voice raw with fury. "You knocked me out of the fight. Well… there's no helping it now. If I can't kill you… I'll seal you away!"
"With a roar, Nielan launched himself into the fray, joining the Void Creator. Together, they unleashed a barrage of blows—fists like collapsing stars, kicks that shattered dimensions. Yet Krelious evaded them all effortlessly, not even breaking a sweat, his smirk never fading."
And so, the battle raged on—an eternal conflict between beings who defied the very concept of endings.
BACK ON PLANET XIAN
The air crackled with unstable energy, the sky a bruised tapestry of violet and black as the remnants of the cosmic battle still trembled through the fabric of reality. The ground beneath the rulers' feet pulsed like a dying heartbeat, echoing the devastation wrought by the Void's assault.
Zion's voice erupted across the battlefield, raw with urgency, his eyes blazing like twin suns. "We've been released! Everyone, act fast—protect the verses before the Void's attack consumes them all!" His words were a rallying cry, slicing through the chaos.
Tavis staggered forward, his limbs finally free from the paralysis of the earlier struggle. A manic grin split his face as he spat toward the horizon where Krelious stood. "Finally… I can move. I can see." His laughter was venomous. "Krelious, I hope this attack tears you apart atom by atom."
Nealon whirled on him, veins bulging at her temples. "Could you shut the fuck up for once?" She roared, sweat streaking through the grime on her face. "We're barely holding the verses together, and you're still fixated on him? Look around! This attack wasn't even aimed at us, and we're fracturing!"
Zielan's wings of crystalline energy flickered erratically as he strained against the pressure. "Even in our rulers' forms… this is untenable," he gasped. "One stray strike from the Void, and we're buckling like novices."
Janyi clutched her ribs, her voice a whisper. "If Krelious falls… the Void won't stop. It'll unmake us all."
Dainen scoffed, his armor cracked but his arrogance intact. "That's your funeral, Janyi. The War Faction won't weep for traitors."
Akermos lunged at him, teeth bared. "You dumb fuck! You think Nielan will spare you if he wins? He'd grind your bones to dust for a fraction more power!"
Sted's shadow stretched unnaturally as She added, "Even his own faction is expendable. You're just fuel to him."
Zion's voice cut through again, colder now. "The Void's corruption has eaten into Krelious's soul. His hunger for power left him vulnerable… and now it's consuming him."
Liam slammed his fist into the ground, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. "Enough! Shut your mouths and focus! Unless you'd rather die bickering like children?"
Ozors nodded, her form flickering between corporeal and ethereal. "He's right. We're rulers—gods of the verses. This isn't our limit." His eyes hardened. "We remake reality. So remake it."
A silence fell—then, as one, the rulers straightened. Their auras flared, intertwining into a singular, incandescent force. "We are the ultimate beings," they intoned, voices merging into a thunderclap. "Nothing stands above us."
NARRATOR
The rulers, united in purpose, poured their collective might into the fray. Reality itself groaned as they reforged the crumbling verses, stitching the gaps torn by the Void's hunger. For a breathless moment, the cosmos held—then held firm.
As the dust of annihilation settled, the impossible revealed itself: Krelious still stood. His right arm was gone, erased from existence, and rivers of iridescent blood cascaded from the wound. Yet his smile was wider than ever.
The Void Creator's laughter rolled across the battlefield, a sound like collapsing stars. "I concede… You are the strongest. To survive an attack meant to unmake all things? And lose only a hand?"
Krelious threw his head back, his laughter raw and unhinged. "Be flattered, Void. You're the first to leave a mark on me." His remaining hand flexed, energy coalescing into a blade of pure entropy. "Now it's my turn."
NARRATOR
But before he could strike—before his flesh could regenerate—chains erupted from the void itself. Ancient, searing, they coiled around him, their runes burning with the weight of a thousand dead realms.
Nielan emerged from the shadows, his grin feral. "You fool," he hissed. "You dropped your guard for one second… and now I'll seal you in the belly of Hell's Domain. Forever."
The chains tightened. The battlefield held its breath.
NEXT CHAPTER ✓
ACT 10: THE CHAINS OF ETERNITY.