The realm of shattered void screamed as Ashura's fist cracked the All-Denying Father's jaw.
It didn't merely break bone—
it tore through conceptual structure, splintering DENIAL itself.
The Father flew backward, crashing through three layers of cosmic firmament, each one shattering like stained glass under a meteor.
The other twelve Outer Gods stalled.
For the first time since existence remembered them…
they hesitated.
Ashura exhaled lightly.
Black Light rippled from him in calm, elegant waves—
beautiful, serene…
and merciless.
Then he stepped forward again.
Two Outer Gods—
Vael'Thora, Weaver of End-Strands,
and Korgazh, The Living Maw—
charged him at once.
Vael'Thora fired a barrage of temporal threads able to unravel the timeline of universes.
Korgazh opened his chest-maw to swallow Ashura whole, an abyss containing a collapsed multiverse inside.
Ashura simply raised his hand.
"Quiet."
Black Light folded.
Time threads wilted like wet string.
The chest-maw snapped shut as if someone clapped it closed from the outside.
Ashura blurred.
A knee to Vael'Thora's abdomen ruptured infinite pocket realities inside her.
She coughed a spray of dying stars and fell, screaming.
Korgazh roared and swung a planet-sized forearm.
Ashura caught it between two fingers.
He looked up, eyes cold.
"You're wasting my time."
With a twist, he dislocated Korgazh's entire cosmic exoskeleton and punted him into a collapsing nebula.
Reality bent.
The Father reformed, emerging from a tunnel of broken light, face cracked with glowing fractures where Ashura's punch had landed.
"Ashura Bellet…" he whispered.
"No being beneath the Zero Tier should be capable of—"
"I'm not beneath it."
Ashura appeared in front of him.
His voice carried no malice—only truth sharpened into a blade.
"You placed yourselves above all…
but you never looked up."
Black Light surged.
"And now you pay the price."
Ashura's palm struck the Father's chest.
A sound like every church bell ever created ringing at once echoed across the void.
The Father folded over, wheezing.
A god who denied everything was forced to feel something for the first time—
fear.
The remaining eleven roared, unleashing their authorities at once.
The God of Murmuring Voids erased sound across the entire realm. The Goddess of Iridescent Ruin fired spears of entropy. The Twins of Blood-Paradox unleashed mirrored realities collapsing into each other. The Titan of Singularity Warfare hurled black holes like stones.
It was a storm that could erase an Ancient One.
Ashura didn't dodge.
He simply lowered his stance.
The attacks hit—
and evaporated against him like rain hitting a sun.
The void froze.
Ashura raised his head slowly.
"You all came together…
for this?"
Black Light spiraled from him.
"Pathetic."
He kicked off the ground—
a burst of force so violent it cracked the realm in half.
He blitzed the Titan first.
One chop.
Neck severed.
A black hole spilled from the wound and Ashura flicked it aside like lint.
The Murmuring Void tried to swallow Ashura in silence.
Ashura exhaled, and the silence shattered like thin ice.
Ashura seized the deity's neck.
"Speak."
He crushed it.
The god died before realizing sound had returned.
The Iridescent Ruin screamed and fired entropy.
Ashura stepped through it and punched her so hard her entire conceptual body exploded into rainbow dust.
The Twins tried to rewrite his existence through mirrored paradox.
Ashura touched their foreheads.
"Break."
Both mirrors cracked.
Both gods fell—headless.
Only the Father and three more Outer Gods remained.
The Father stepped back.
He had seen war.
He had ended civilizations.
He had butchered True Gods like livestock.
But this…
This was slaughter on a scale that Outer Gods never imagined could be reversed on them.
His voice trembled.
"You… you cannot do this. This realm is sealed. Your power should—"
Ashura cut him off by appearing inches from his face.
"My power doesn't listen to your rules."
The realm dimmed.
Black Light turned the "sky" into a breathing, pulsing sea of shadow.
Ashura's voice dropped to a whisper the Father had no choice but to hear.
"You denied everything.
Every life.
Every choice.
Every death."
Ashura raised his hand, fingers wrapped in elegant, simple darkness.
"Now I deny you."
The last three Outer Gods charged to protect their leader.
Ashura didn't even face them.
A sweep of his arm.
A horizontal arc of Black Light.
Three heads fell.
Their bodies dissolved into static.
The Father, now alone, stared at the corpses of beings who shaped galaxies with stray thoughts.
"You're… you're a monster."
Ashura tilted his head.
"Coming from you? Adorable."
Black Light wrapped around his fist.
The Father raised both arms, screaming, calling upon all the denial in existence—denying Ashura's power, his authority, his standing, his right to exist—
Ashura's fist broke through it effortlessly.
He struck the Father—
—shattering his body,
—scattering his concept,
—splitting his essence.
The Father crashed into the central spire of the empty realm, coughing cosmic ichor.
Ashura hovered before him.
"No more armies.
No more schemes.
No more running."
The Father tried to speak.
Ashura placed a finger on his lips.
"Quiet."
Black Light descended.
There was no explosion.
No scream.
Just… erasure.
The All-Denying Father's existence went dark.
Forever.
The battlefield was graveyard-quiet.
Corpses of Outer Gods floated across a broken canvas of dying stars.
Ashura stood alone in the silent void.
He exhaled, stretching his neck slightly.
"…Next."
Black Light swirled around him like a cloak.
He vanished.