The Primordial Womb — where existence was unformed, where only will defined reality — became the final stage.
No gods. No watchers. Not even the Kingly Ruler of Above remained, save his imprint of judgment, seared into the fabric of all creation.
Only Cal, Sul, Moac, and Anu remained.
And far in the distance, in the sealed halls of the Eternal Eyes, Vatae chuckled with deeper amusement.
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The Silence Before the Storm
Cal's divine armor cracked and burned, yet his eyes remained sharp, like the blade of absolute balance.
"Anu. You've declared war on the hierarchy of creation. On the One who formed the Throne. You will not leave here alive."
Anu's hair floated like serpents of chaos behind him. His body was veined with Chaotic Nirvanic Core energy.
"Hierarchy is fear dressed in order. You fear freedom. I embrace it."
Sul hovered, ethereal, one hand forming soul sigils, her voice soft yet absolute.
"There's no soul-thread in you anymore. You are unanchored."
Anu sneered.
"Because I cut the thread myself. The soul is a shackle. I am the severed one."
Moac's eyes narrowed. "Then we return you to the void from whence you came."
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The Clash
It began with soundless light.
Cal moved first—his body erupting into the Embodiment of Law-Fused Creation. Nine-colored laws spiraled like rings around him, and with each step, new universes bloomed and collapsed.
Anu matched him—wielding the raw form of Time-Karma Destruction, distorting cause and effect to rewrite attacks before they were even made.
Their fists collided—
BANG!
The clash inverted the concept of distance. Across infinite realms, beings looked into the sky and saw themselves watching themselves—the war folding reality into recursive visions.
Sul unleashed Astral Song: Threads of Absolute Memory—and the battlefield sang with the pain of every forgotten war, binding Anu's past to the present.
Anu roared and shattered the song with Karmic Refusal, rejecting all his former selves in a storm of ego ascension.
"I am only now. I am not what was. I am what must conquer!"
Moac became a living constellation, fists of stars crashing down. She summoned the Great Collapse Wheel, a technique forged in the heart of the first sentient sun. Anu blocked it with his own spine, laughing through the cracks forming in his back.
"Yes! Burn more! Show me the truth of your limits!"
Cal raised his divine blade, the Orderbrand, now imbued with all elemental and existential laws. He pointed it forward—
"Sul. Moac. Now."
Sul sang a soul-ejection hymn. Moac unleashed a planetary compression strike.
Cal charged.
Anu floated still. Calm.
Then his eye ignited with Ten Thousand Law Reversal—
"I command fate itself—Revert."
And everything they had done reversed, undone, and reabsorbed into his being.
"Now… it is my turn."