Encircled by the heavens, the eyes of gods pierced through reality and illusion, converging upon the battle of demigods.
They had once anticipated a thrilling fight to the death, showing favor to neither side; yet now—the gods wished only for the ascendant to die!
The Supreme Overlord's very existence defiled the pride a god should possess.
For the ascendant, there was no retreat behind him, and only victory or death lay ahead.
In a head-on duel under the gaze of the gods, no one could evade the verdict of sword and blade!
All life must eventually meet its end and death!
The Chaos Gods were agglomerations of extreme emotion, and the culmination of all extreme emotions inevitably trended toward self-destruction. They welcomed endings with open arms, accepting them as an unavoidable cycle.
To actively shrink away from death was something the gods could never condone.
The Supreme Overlord looked up toward the void. Among the daemonic hordes, expressions varied—some gleamed with appreciation, others with contempt, each holding a different perspective on the spectacle.
Yet those elevated, vacant thrones representing the supreme will of the gods poured forth an endless torrent of wrath and disdain into the intangible dimensions, targeting the Supreme Overlord directly.
Sensing the wrath of the gods, the Supreme Overlord's heart plummeted into the abyss—everything was over!
He was no true god; having never touched a true god's perspective on all creation, he naturally could not grasp why they were enraged.
Now, the gods had sealed space itself, leaving him nowhere to run.
The Supreme Overlord was no fool, reading the implicit message conveyed by their actions—a head-on duel admitted no desecration.
"Ah..." He let out a long sigh, turning his gaze toward the warrior wielding the sword.
"To think that the end of my destiny would arrive before me a mere four thousand years after descending into physical reality."
"In truth, I had already failed long ago."
Tentacles scooped foul blood from his wound. Holding it before his eyes, the Supreme Overlord cast twin beams of dark light, gazing into the blood's reflection to glimpse past and future: "The collapse of my ascension plan and my ultimate death were etched in stone the very day I crossed paths with humanity."
Shaking his colossal head, he let out a wistful, sorrowful sigh: "It was simply that I... refused to admit it—"
From the distance came no response; the dueling arena remained plunged in dead silence.
Outside the field, corpses of the Rangdan Overlord guard littered the deck, while the Wise One found itself beset on all sides by human warriors.
"Ascension, ah..."
The Supreme Overlord let out a hollow, lingering sigh as the foul blood slipped through his tentacles, elusive as an ungraspable fate: "Ethereal and beyond reach."
"The more one craves it, the less one can seize it," he cast a glance at Blazkowicz, who was advancing toward him with unwavering strides.
Turning his head toward the golden sun in the Warp, the Supreme Overlord sneered, voicing a bitter realization: "Yet for certain entities... godhood is a foregone destiny."
"Were you close to success?" Blazkowicz spoke—a rarity for him—his steps treading a rhythmic cadence of death, his low voice devoid of grief or joy.
"A miss by an inch is a failure by a mile," the Supreme Overlord shook his head, his distorted voice sounding hollow and powerless: "The star of death hangs high, and fate has generously unveiled much."
"I was destined never to achieve godhood, having failed to overcome the trial presented by fate."
"Humanity and the Emperor were the shared trial of the Rangdan and myself. To cross it was ascension; to fail was total extinction."
"Most fair," the Supreme Overlord straightened his body, locking his gaze on Blazkowicz: "And most cruel."
"HOWEVER—"
Wrinkles across his brain structure twitched as a ruthless glint blazed in his eyes, his words steeped in boundless venom: "I refuse to accept the injustice of fate!"
Meeting his overwhelming hatred were Blazkowicz's merciless blade and cold steel!
The two collided once more, terrifying killing intent biting deep, stinging the watching daemons.
"FABULOUS!!"
Bloodthirsty spectators let out wild shrieks as the atmosphere surged to another climax: only now were the two demigods truly fighting to the absolute death.
In indescribable fractions of seconds, the two exchanged countless blows, warping light and creating vacuums in time itself.
The speed of their strikes had surpassed what the concept of time could hold, transforming them into twin hazy shadows whose clashes caused space-time to tremble.
Physical reality possessed no words to describe such a scene.
As divine authority collided with sword light, overlapping phantoms made it seem as if infinite actions were taking place simultaneously, creating an ethereal sense of unreality.
Only within the Warp—the medium that bore all things—could one truly perceive what was transpiring.
The demigods' battle flowed along the timeline. At the edge of time, they dragged countless residual shadows behind them, anchoring themselves to past space-time.
Every single movement, down to the vibration of an atom, was fully transcribed by the Warp.
Blazkowicz swung the Crucible Sword, piercing one of the Supreme Overlord's eyeballs, causing dark blood to gush out like a geyser.
Driven to madness, the Supreme Overlord fought with reckless abandon, a tentacle skewering Blazkowicz's shoulder in return.
Stripped of all hesitation under the revelation of his appointed death, the ascendant exploded with terrifying combat potential.
He no longer required the soul whip; his demigod vessel burned with dark authority, filthy divine right flowing and igniting within his veins, every strike carrying the crushing weight of a god's majesty.
Unbearably strained, physical space shattered like a mirror.
Blazkowicz and the Supreme Overlord tumbled from physical reality straight into the Warp, their divine duel stirring up endless, tumultuous tides.
The Crucible cleaved down as the god-slaying daemon within let out a wild howl, severing the Sea of Souls to carve a trench whose end could not be seen.
The blade shrieked, its edge transforming into spectral fangs that tore away at the deity's authority.
The Supreme Overlord's mind expanded infinitely, his authority serving as fuel; every attack carried the boundless power of the Warp.
He was fighting without regard for his life.
Prior to his fall, he burned his demigod soul and authority, casting himself into this final confrontation.
Crimson blood and filthy black blood detonated and scattered, the blood of demigods raining across the void.
Countless daemons could not suppress their greed, pursuing the trail of blood in a desperate bid to glean divine secrets from demigod gore.
Yet the blood of gods ignited the Warp, burning those daemons into absolute nonexistence. Even a single droplet was something no daemon could dare touch—its divine status elevated far above all creation.
A single drop of divine blood falling into the Warp was an entire divine domain in itself!
The Warp boiled. From the dawn of creation, stars and continents that had fallen within trembled, as native inhabitants bowed and prostrated toward the site of the divine clash.
Khorne's war drums thundered once more, staining the mottled canvas of the Sea of Souls with the blood-red hue of pure strife.
The Blood God let out a roar of delight—for uncounted eons, no battle of demigods on such a monumental scale had ever erupted within the Warp.
The Supreme Overlord howled, his roar shattering space-time, a single whip-crack of his tentacle splintering the sky.
Endless darkness swirled around his frame as divine right turned to flame; wherever his gaze fell, dark fires ignited.
Blazkowicz's body burned, yet his absolute willpower suppressed the Warp's influence. In an instant, the fires were snuffed out as his iron fist transformed into a falling star, battering the Supreme Overlord until mangled flesh flew in all directions.
BOOM—!!
The force of his punch was a hurricane, blowing away the Warp's mottled haze to expose a pristine, crystal-clear mirror of reality.
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—
His remaining tentacles radiating horrifying power, the Supreme Overlord sliced through the Warp veil wherever they passed.
Leaping forth from the Warp, the two returned to physical reality, the endless power surrounding them condensing into tangible form, clashing violently like the keen edges of blades.
By now, few of the Supreme Overlord's tentacles remained. Blood trickled from his mouth, his flames of divine right flickered unsteadily, and his vessel swayed on the brink of collapse.
Opposite him, Blazkowicz stood proud and unyielding, bathed in blood, his dark eyes locked firmly onto his foe.
In the next second of their standoff, squirming flesh repaired Blazkowicz's wounds, his blood quickly scabbing over as his condition restored itself to peak condition once more.
The Supreme Overlord shook a tentacle that had been hacked into a jagged mess, foul blood streaming continuously from a wound that would never heal.
He shook his massive head violently to disperse a buzzing wave of dizziness—his mental force had been completely depleted in its clashes against the cursed blade.
Yet his enemy's stamina seemed bottomless, knowing no fatigue.
"Doom Slayer!" The Supreme Overlord exhaled a final breath of exertion, his body crashing heavily onto the deck: "Enemy of the Gods."
His voice was raspier than ever, sounding no longer like an exalted demigod, but an ancient elder clinging to the vibrant world while harboring a strange sense of detachment: "You truly live up to your title."
Below the dueling stage, the Wise One was pinned firmly to the floor by Legion veterans, using its tentacles to signal submission.
"I wish to witness... the death of a god," it wept tears of anguish, knowing that the Supreme Overlord who had forged the Rangdan was about to perish.
Beyond the veil of reality, the gods and daemon hordes fell dead silent, forgetting their cheers and roars.
Their eyes stood wide, necks strained forward, waiting for a demigod to fall so they could swarm the divine corpse and feast.
Blazkowicz's shoulders heaved slightly, the Crucible glowing brilliantly in his hand as he advanced toward his struggling, gasping foe.
Facing death itself, the Supreme Overlord forced himself up, refusing to abandon resistance.
Scanning the void with his single remaining eye, he took in the greedy visages eagerly awaiting his end.
"I CURSE YOU ALL!"
The Supreme Overlord's hatred materialized, surging forth from his frame as he spat words of blood, meeting the gazes of the Chaos Gods.
Blazkowicz gripped the Crucible with both hands. His eyes held no pity, his unyielding resolve impossible to shake.
He raised the broadsword high, catching the breath of every spectator.
"Filthy deity," delivering his parting words, Blazkowicz hesitated not for a fraction of a second, bringing the broadsword down in a crescent arc of light.
"I CURSE YOU ALL!" Incapable of offering further resistance, the Supreme Overlord looked up toward the gods, his vengeful voice echoing across the cosmos: "ONE DAY, YOU SHALL MEET THE EXACT SAME FATE AS I!"
"YOU SHALL SURELY FALL FROM YOUR DIVINE THRONES, DYING AT THE HANDS OF THE DOOM SLAYER!"
"MY VENGEANCE! MY UNYIELDING HATE! SHALL BECOME THE NOOSE THAT STRANGLES YOUR NECKS—!"
The voice grew faint. Split cleanly from the central fissure of his dark brain, the Supreme Overlord was severed in two.
His malevolent curse—cruel as a red-hot iron—seared itself directly into the hearts of the gods.