The Arch-Demon, now fully awakened, now something beyond even the term "Alpha Class," rose with burning wings of collapsed gravity and a crown of entropy. His form barely resembled the mortal sibling he once was.
He no longer thought in words. His rage was language. His will was force.
He was the wrath of a shattered world, condensed into a vessel of pure Will.
"No more systems. No more kings. No more gods."
And so, he moved.
His first attack was called Oblivion Pulse a scream that vaporized constellations. Whole galaxies imploded as if they were made of smoke and thought. One moment they spun in the void; the next, they ceased.
The second was Cradlebreaker, a punch thrown at no specific target. It hit reality itself. Physics shattered like brittle ice. Time peeled off the edges of the battlefield. Black holes screamed and fled.
The third his final was End Protocol ∞.
He whispered a single syllable, and 80% of the known universe was undone.
Civilizations blinked. Suns froze mid-flare. Even other dimensions rippled.
And still, at the center of it all… Nyx stood.
Unbothered.
Untouched.
Unchanging.
Except he had taken damage. Slight burns. Cracks in his spiraling gaze. A slow leaking of unstable energy from his silhouette.
And then he erased it.
Not healed.
Not resisted.
Erased.
Nyx looked at the injury, and the injury was never allowed to have happened.
He stared at the Arch-Demon.
"You break reality," Nyx said, "but I decide whether it gets put back."
And with one gesture, Nyx turned all that fury, all that destruction, all that godlike Will, into silence.
He didn't strike. He didn't retaliate. He simply removed the Arch-Demon from the logic of the universe.
The skies calmed. The space where the Arch-Demon stood was now… a gap. A perfect hole in the story. No explosion. No scream. Just absence.
"A power that uses Will can always be traced. And as long as it exists…"
"…I can decide it no longer should."
The rebellion forces felt the aftershock like a divine pulse. Many dropped to their knees, not in worship, but in dread. Their greatest protector deleted.
And somewhere, deep beneath the surface of Earth, the immortal girl whispered:
"It's not a battle anymore. It's judgment."