In the battlefield, Anu, still glowing with divinity, paused.
He felt it.
A tremor in the multiversal web.
Not from Sul.
Not from Moac.
Not even from Cal.
But from the watchers.
Billions.
Trillions.
Their belief began to reshape his aura.
"Yes… YES!" he roared. "You see now! I need not be chosen—I am chosen by choice itself!"
His body transformed—golden chaos merging with divine law.
A new crown formed over his head.
It shimmered with ten thousand truths.
"Behold! The Crown of Chosen Supremacy—forged not by divinity, but by recognition!"
Cal's knees buckled.
Sul gasped.
Moac whispered, "We're… too late."
Anu now floated as an embodiment of both rebellion and supremacy.
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But then, the skies screamed.
A tear opened.
Out stepped a colossal, formless being, cloaked in starlight and layered with infinite layers of eyes, mouths, and hands—each representing a forgotten law of existence.
The cosmos trembled.
Even Anu turned pale.
"No…"
The being's voice boomed, not in sound, but in every law simultaneously.
"You have defied the Order not with strength… but with belief.
And now belief must be judged."
This was not the Kingly Ruler.
This was…
The Voice of the Ancestral Creator.
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Anu, for the first time, hesitated.
But he clenched his fists.
"I won't back down.
Not now.
Not after everything.
I will challenge you, too!"
The skies shattered—
And a new battle line was drawn.
Anu vs Sul, Moac, Cal—and the Will of the Ancestor itself.