The Omniversal Forge roared like a living sun.
Streams of molten creation spilled into the void as Ascendant Ecliptor descended, his body blazing with the energy of collapsing realities. Each step he took warped the laws of physics; stars formed and died within his shadow.
Hephorion raised his hammer, the runes on its surface burning white.
> "Forge-born powers or not, you do not belong here, devourer!"
Ecliptor's laughter thundered across the realm.
> "Belong? I am the echo of this Forge's first spark. Its hunger made flesh."
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⚡ The First Clash
Ethan led the strike. His storm now shone gold, bending time with every movement.
He hurled a cyclone of compressed seconds straight into Ecliptor's chest. The blast tore open a hole in space—yet the giant simply straightened, smoke rolling off him like mist.
> "Time cannot cage the end," Ecliptor said—and swung his arm.
The wave that followed erased a mountain of light. Lydia leapt through the aftershock, her phoenix-fire blooming into wings that wrapped around the team, shielding them.
> "We fight together," she shouted.
"Always," Ethan answered.
Kai soared upward, his body a miniature sun. He punched through Ecliptor's shoulder, lightning detonating outward in fractal rings. For a heartbeat, the Devourer staggered.
Selene flickered between dimensions, slashing from angles that didn't exist. Every cut left trails of nothingness—void scars.
Marcus projected dozens of holographic constructs, re-routing the Forge's energy to amplify their blows.
But Ecliptor absorbed it all.
> "Every strike feeds me," he growled. "Creation's fire is my feast!"
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🔥 The Forge Reacts
Hephorion drove his hammer into the core. The Forge answered—sending out a pulse that illuminated infinity itself.
> "Heroes! Channel through me! Let the Flame remember why it was born!"
The team obeyed. Streams of their power flowed into the hammer—storm, flame, lightning, shadow, code—merging into one pure beam.
Ecliptor roared, his body cracking, dark light spilling from the fractures. For the first time, he looked uncertain.
Then his voice deepened, echoing through all realities:
> "You think this form is all I am?"
The cracks exploded outward. From within the wreckage emerged something larger—Ecliptor's True Essence, a being of shifting geometry and black fire, too vast for any single universe to contain.
The Forge itself screamed.
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🌌 The Turning Point
The Observer Prime spread his arms, forcing the realm to hold together.
> "Ethan! The Seed within you—use it now!"
Ethan closed his eyes. Within his chest, the storm spiraled inward, touching a light he had never dared to awaken. He saw glimpses—of the First Creator forging reality with his own breath, of a hand shaping galaxies.
When he opened his eyes, they burned like twin novas.
> "Let's rewrite the end."
He thrust his palms forward.
Wind, flame, and lightning fused into one—The Origin Pulse reborn.
The beam tore through Ecliptor's essence, carving a rift that stretched across universes.
Ecliptor screamed, his voice collapsing worlds.
> "You… carry the First Spark… the one that ended me before time began…"
He reached out—but the light consumed him, hurling what remained of his being beyond the Forge, into the black between existences.
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🌠 Aftermath
Silence.
Only the slow heartbeat of the Forge remained.
Hephorion fell to one knee.
> "He is not gone," he warned. "Merely dispersed. The Beyond will recall him."
The Observer turned to Ethan's team.
> "You have awakened the Origin Pulse. But that power will draw eyes far older than Ecliptor."
Ethan looked at his friends—each exhausted, glowing faintly in the dying light.
> "Then we learn to control it… before it controls us."
Above them, the Forge re-ignited, its flames burning brighter than ever—signaling across infinite realities that a new force had risen.
Somewhere, far beyond even the Observer's sight, a voice as old as the first void whispered:
> "So the spark lives again. Let the Absolute Beyond awaken."
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