Anu's crown expanded into a Wheel of Absolute Chaos, rotating with the scream of every law he had ever consumed.
He whispered:
"Samsara. Karma. Destruction. Nirvana. Time. Space. Life. Death. Rebirth. Concept. Destiny."
Each word dropped like a divine nuke.
Cal's blade shattered.
Sul's soul threads unraveled.
Moac's stars collapsed inward.
Anu floated above them all, covered in golden-black blood, but triumphant.
"Even if I fall here, I've proven it. That your Kingly Ruler, your order, your Ancestor—none of them are truth. I am. I am the culmination of infinite beginnings."
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But then, far above…
A rift opened.
And within it—Vatae's projection emerged.
He projected the scene to all realms. Again.
And now, from distant galaxies, voices rose. Not in worship. Not in fear.
In choice.
Some worshipped Anu. Others rallied for Sul, Cal, and Moac.
A division was forming.
A war of beliefs.
And Vatae?
He just laughed.
"This is where the real war begins. A battle not of fists—but of ideological supremacy."