The Clash of Gods
"That's because I am Krelious," he declared, his voice shaking the remains of dead galaxies. "The ultimate being to ever exist. A weak god like you can't win against me. You know that, right?"
Across from him stood The Void Creator, a shadowy figure made from the darkness that existed before time itself. He chuckled, a sound like distant thunder.
"You're really funny, Krelious," he said, his eyes glowing with ancient knowledge. "I've killed many of your kind—those who called themselves 'ultimate beings.' I sent them all to a new life."
Krelious smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Do you know why you killed so many of my kind, Void?"
The Void Creator spread his arms, shadows twisting around him like snakes. "Tell me."
Krelious's grin turned sharp. "Because they were all weak."
The Void Creator burst into laughter, shaking the bones of dead planets. "You're hilarious! You insult your own people by calling them weak?"
Krelious's eyes burned with anger. "If they were strong, then weaklings like you wouldn't have been able to kill them—or even touch them!"
The Void Creator's amusement faded. His voice turned cold. "Your pride will destroy you, Krelious. Even gods have limits. Guardians, demons, rulers… even beings like us. There's always a limit."
Krelious scoffed. "The only limit is weakness."
The Void Creator's patience was running out. "Fool. One day, you'll remember my words. And Krelious… I cannot be killed. I am immortality itself. I existed before your so-called 'rulers' were even born."
Krelious tilted his head, amused. "You talk about immortality like a child. Immortality does two things: First, it gives godly power to weak beings. Second, it lets gods live for billions of years."
The Void Creator's form pulsed with irritation. "Then what makes a god truly unkillable?"
Krelious smiled, savoring the moment. "Oh, Void… after all this time, you still know nothing."
The Void Creator sighed, the sound like a dying star. "Fine. Tell me what you think you know about true immortality."
Krelious's voice dropped to a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a thousand suns. "First, 'immortality' is just a name used by lesser gods. Its true name is OAWU—which means 'for eternity.'"
The Void Creator laughed again, but this time, there was something uneasy in his voice. "Go on… entertain me before we fight again."
Krelious's eyes gleamed with dark knowledge. "To achieve eternity is to exist outside of nothingness—outside of the Cube. A being who reaches eternity is beyond all laws, even fate itself. And to reach eternity… you must be a Singularity."
The Void Creator's laughter turned wild, shaking the ruins of creation. "Everything you just said is madness! To exist outside of nothingness is suicide for all life! And yet…" His voice darkened. "What you say is the truth."
Krelious raised his hand, cosmic energy swirling around his fingers. "Last chance: Serve me… or be erased forever."
The Void Creator's smile was icy. "You're the first to offer me a choice. But I choose neither. I choose to end you—because if I don't, you'll bring destruction beyond imagination."
Krelious's power exploded, reality itself screaming in protest. "Then come! Fight me with everything you have—and don't hold back."
The Final Battle
The Narrator's voice boomed across the battlefield:
"The Void Creator charged at Krelious with impossible speed. Their collision created storms of destruction, each punch erasing time and space. Around them, the remains of dead universes crumbled into dust."
Meanwhile, Nielan—knocked unconscious earlier—slowly woke up. His vision was blurry, but he could see the devastation around him. The worlds he once knew were gone, reduced to ashes.
"You bastard…" Nielan growled, his voice filled with rage. "You took me out of the fight. Fine. If I can't kill you… I'll seal you away!"
With a roar, Nielan joined the battle, attacking alongside the Void Creator. Their fists moved like falling stars, their kicks shattered dimensions—but Krelious dodged every strike effortlessly, his smirk never fading.
The battle raged on—an endless war between beings who refused to accept defeat.
The Rulers' Last Stand
Back on Planet Xian…
The sky was torn apart, glowing with unstable energy. The ground shook as the rulers—once paralyzed—finally broke free.
Zion, his eyes burning with urgency, shouted: "We're free! Everyone, move now—protect the verses before the Void's attack destroys everything!"
Tavis, finally able to move, grinned wildly. "Finally… I can fight. Krelious, I hope this attack tears you apart!"
Nealon turned on him, furious. "Shut up! We're barely holding reality together, and you're still obsessed with him? Look around! This wasn't even aimed at us, and we're breaking!"
Zielan, gasped: "Even as rulers… this is too much. One more hit, and we're finished."
Janyi, clutching her ribs, whispered: "If Krelious falls… the Void won't stop. It'll erase us all."
Dainen, arrogant as ever, sneered: "That's your problem.
Akermos lunged at him. "You idiot! Do you think Nielan will spare you? He'd crush you for a drop of power!"
Sted, her shadow stretching unnaturally, added: "Even his own followers are disposable."
Zion cut in, his voice cold. "The Void's corruption has infected Nielan. His hunger for power has made him unreasonable… and now it's consuming him."
Liam slammed his fist into the ground. "Enough! Stop arguing and focus! Unless you want to die like fools?"
Ozors nodded. "He's right. We're rulers—gods of the verses. This isn't our limit." Her eyes hardened. "We control reality. So let's fix it."
For a moment, silence fell. Then, as one, the rulers stood tall. Their power merged into one unstoppable force.
"We are the ultimate beings," they chanted. "Nothing stands above us."
The Impossible Stand
The Narrator's voice returned:
"The rulers poured their strength into the battle, stitching the broken verses back together. For a single, breathless moment, the universe held… and then, against all odds, it held firm."
As the dust settled, the impossible happened—Krelious still stood. His right arm was gone, erased from existence, and glowing blood poured from the wound. Yet he was smiling.
The Void Creator laughed, impressed. "I admit… you are the strongest. To survive an attack meant to destroy all things? And lose only an arm?"
Krelious threw his head back, laughing like a mad god. "Be honored, Void. You're the first to leave a mark on me." His remaining hand formed a blade of pure destruction. "Now it's my turn."
But before he could strike—before his body could heal—chains of pure darkness erupted from the void. They wrapped around him, burning with the power of a thousand dead worlds.
Nielan stepped from the shadows, grinning. "Fool. You let your guard down for one second… and now, I'll seal you in Hell's Domain. Forever."
The chains tightened. The battlefield held its breath.
To be continued…