Above them, the air distorted again — Pluto, burning with divine fury, was already charging toward Bios and Desmos. His energy condensed into a single point, enough to tear the planet in half.
But before his attack could land—
Reality shifted.
In a blink, he found himself somewhere else — miles away, his attack missing entirely. Confusion rippled across his face as his momentum carried him forward into nothingness.
"What—?"
A whisper came from below him, cold and sharp as obsidian.
"You're not going anywhere."
From the distortion of his own shadow, Nea Zoi emerged — his form draped in darkness, his eyes glowing like twin amethysts burning through the void.
Before Pluto could even react, Nea Zoi's fist connected squarely with his jaw.
The impact was deafening — a blast that shattered the clouds, cracked the sky, and sent shockwaves screaming into the heavens.
Pluto's body rocketed upward, piercing through the atmosphere in a streak of crimson light.
Moments later, he crashed into the cold silence of outer space — a collision that rippled through the very fabric of the cosmos.
he then gestured to Desmos and Bios to help keep an eye on the unconscious Meta he had left with them.
For a brief moment, there was peace. The stars shimmered faintly, unaware of the storm about to break among them.
Then the shadows of space trembled… and Nea Zoi stepped through them.
From one shadow to another — effortlessly, like stepping through a doorway — he appeared amidst the void, standing before Pluto.
The god of Death had followed him into the stars.
Pluto steadied himself, divine fire burning behind his eyes. "You dare—"
Nea Zoi interrupted him, voice low, deadly calm.
"You hurt her."
The space around them darkened, the stars vanishing one by one as his power consumed the light.
"And now," Nea zoi said, his shadow stretching infinitely through the cosmos, "you'll see what happens when the so called lazy god gets serious."
Back on the planet, the storm of battle had quieted, leaving only trembling air and the low hum of divine energy.
Zoe and Nous appeared in a flash of white and violet light, rejoining Bios and Desmos near the glowing barrier. Zoe was half-supporting Nous, who looked battered and drained, her once-bright aura flickering like a dying flame.
Desmos turned quickly. "Nous! You're injured—"
Nous waved him off weakly, forcing a small smile. "I've had worse. How's the barrier holding?"
Bios glanced back at the swirling construct of light and sigils, his expression focused. "Almost stable. Pluto's last attack created a few anomalies, but we've nearly corrected them."
Then Zoe's gaze drifted past them — and froze.
Behind Bios and Desmos, she saw Meta, lying still upon the fractured ground, her glow faint but steady.
Fear shot through Zoe's chest like an arrow. "META!" she cried out, voice cracking as she rushed forward. "What happened to her?! Is she—"
Bios raised a hand gently. "She'll be fine," he said firmly. "Pluto struck her through the chest, but he missed her divine core — her soul pull. I've already done what I can to heal her, and she was regenerating too on her own. She's just unconscious now."
Nous exhaled slowly, relief flooding her weary face. "Thank the heavens…"
But then, her gaze sharpened. "Wait—where's Nea Zoi?"
Desmos pointed upward toward the endless sky, where distant flashes of light and darkness pulsed like warring stars. "He sent Pluto there. Into the void."
Zoe's eyes widened. "He went after him?"
Bios nodded solemnly. "After he saw what happened to Meta, yes. I've never seen him move so fast."
For a moment, the four gods stood silently, staring at the heavens above. Even from this distance, they could feel the shockwaves — the echoes of divine might clashing far beyond their world.
Nous's voice was soft, almost reverent. "For all his laziness… he's terrifying when he's serious."
Desmos let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "He's the only true god with three blessings — two from the Supreme Ones themselves. Still, I'll never get used to seeing him like that."
A quiet, tired chuckle passed among them — a brief, human sound amidst the divine chaos.
Then, as the barrier pulsed one final time, its glow expanded, sealing the protective field in perfection.
"It's done," Bios announced. "The barrier is complete."
Before anyone could speak further, the air shifted.
Mera's eyes were still closed… but her divine aura had changed. It wasn't just her anymore — something else was awakening within her.
Out in the endless void, where no mortal light reached, two gods clashed among the stars.
The battle had shifted far from any world, their power tearing through the silence of creation itself.
Here — in the darkness of space — Nea Zoi reigned supreme.
This was his element, his domain.
Every shadow, every ripple of darkness answered his call. The void itself seemed to bend in reverence, obeying its master's will.
Pluto fought savagely, divine fury burning through his veins, but he was already weakened — battered from the fights with Nous, Meta, and the others. His blows, though powerful, met only darkness that swallowed them whole.
Nea Zoi's voice echoed through the emptiness.
"In my domain, you are nothing but a flicker."
From every angle, shadows struck — tearing through the vacuum like blades. Pluto deflected what he could, but each motion cost him, draining his energy further.
He roared, summoning gravity and time itself to twist around him, but even those powers were swallowed by Nea Zoi's abyss.
The god of Death was done holding back.
All around them, the void pulsed with energy, the stars dimming as Nea Zoi drew from their faint light, feeding his strength. The darkness around him coalesced, forming colossal tendrils that lashed out like the arms of a god.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, Nea Zoi seized hold of a nearby moon — one of the many drifting celestial bodies in this dead system.
He clenched his fist.
The moon shuddered, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface, then it was hurled forward like a divine spear — straight toward Pluto.
Pluto's eyes widened. His hands flared with crimson light.
"You think I can't handle a rock!?"
Space warped around him. The moon, rather than colliding, was swallowed into a void — consumed whole by his mastery over dimensional space.
The explosion of energy faded into silence. Pluto smirked. "Nice try."
But then — the smirk vanished.
Because from behind, from above, from everywhere — five shadows stepped forth.
Five copies of Nea Zoi.
Each one radiated the same overwhelming divine presence — not illusions, not echoes, but fully manifested projections of his godly strength.
"You should've kept your eyes on me," the real Nea Zoi said, his voice echoing from every direction.
Before Pluto could even turn, the five struck simultaneously.
The combined impact shattered the void itself. A burst of divine force rippled through the cosmos like a supernova, lighting up the dark like a newborn star.
The blows landed square on Pluto's face, the soundless violence echoing through the fabric of creation.
He was sent hurtling downward — a streak of light crashing back toward the barren planet below.
When he hit, the world screamed.
The impact split the surface apart, carving a colossal crater that reached deep into its molten heart. Cracks spread like veins of destruction, glowing red-hot as the planet's core began to rupture.
Mountains collapsed, oceans of magma burst forth, and the world trembled under the strain.
The planet was dying.
And above it all, in the silent void, Spadion watched with a calm, measured gaze. His expression softened — almost amused, almost relieved.
"Good thing," he murmured, "I sent them to an uninhabited world, within my territory."
He crossed his arms again, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "Because what I'm seeing right now… would've erased an entire civilization."
The space around him shimmered with the light of collapsing stars as the battle raged below — the clash of shadow and chaos threatening to unmake the very fabric of creation.
Far below, on the scorched surface of the dying planet, from the four gods perspective, they stood together — their eyes lifted to the heavens.
The sky itself was cracking.
Veins of white light tore through the darkness, fracturing the atmosphere as though the firmament could no longer contain the chaos raging beyond it.
Then they saw it — a streak of crimson light burning through the heavens, descending faster than any comet.
Pluto.
He fell like divine ruin, slamming into the ground with a deafening explosion that sent shockwaves racing across the landscape. The earth split apart, molten fire erupting from the cracks as a colossal crater swallowed the horizon.
The gods shielded their faces from the gale of destruction that followed.
When the dust settled, a single figure stood at the edge of the crater — tall, silent, cloaked in shadow.
Nea Zoi.
He stood above the fallen Pluto, whose once-brilliant aura was dim and broken, his body twitching weakly amidst the rubble.
Without a word, Nea Zoi descended into the crater.
And then — he struck.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each punch echoed like thunder, reverberating through the planet's core. The impact of every blow bent the air, shaking the heavens themselves.
Bios and Desmos stared in stunned silence. Nous could only watch, her heart heavy with disbelief.
They had never — in all their existence — seen Nea Zoi like this.
The lazy god. The indifferent watcher. The one who never raised his voice, never cared to lift a hand in anger.
Now, he was a storm of pure wrath.
He pounded Pluto's face into the ground until even the dust beneath him refused to rise. When finally, Pluto lay motionless — unable to move a finger — Nea Zoi stopped.
He stood over him, chest rising and falling, shadows swirling around his frame like living smoke.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, slowly, Nea Zoi took a deep breath — forcing his anger down, taming the darkness that had consumed him. He stepped back, his eyes hard but calm once more.
He turned — and saw them.
The four gods, standing at a distance, staring down in disbelief.
The sight of their shock pierced through the tension. They had never imagined they'd see Nea Zoi — of all beings — angry.
Not in eternity.
But now they understood something about him they never had before.
Nea Zoi, still silent, raised his hand. The shadows at his feet rippled outward, spreading across the ground until they formed a swirling portal of darkness.
It pulsed once — a silent signal.
The fight was over.
The plan had worked. Pluto had been weakened beyond recovery.
The others hesitated for only a heartbeat before stepping forward. Desmos, Bios, and Nous jumped into the portal, the shadows swallowing them whole.
They reappeared beside Nea Zoi in the crater — their eyes lingering on the broken god at his feet, and the cold fury still faintly radiating from the one who had struck him down.
Only Zoe remained behind, kneeling beside Meta's unconscious form, her hands glowing softly as she continued to watch over her.
The air grew still again, the sounds of battle fading into silence.
Above them, the cracked sky began to bleed light — the faint sign of a new dawn breaking over a dying world.
The four gods stood beside Nea Zoi, their presence radiating divine pressure across the ruined land. The sky still trembled above them, and fragments of the broken planet's crust drifted through the air like floating ash.
Nous was the first to speak. Her voice was firm but heavy with exhaustion.
"Pluto," she said, "it's over. You've lost. Surrender now before this ends worse for you."
Pluto was kneeling, his body cracked and burned, his divine energy faint — almost gone. But even in ruin, the madness in his eyes hadn't dimmed.
Then came a low, mocking chuckle.
It grew louder, darker, until it became a full, echoing laugh.
"Lost?" Pluto said with a smirk, lifting his head. "You think this is over? I told you… I promised I would destroy every god in existence."
He raised his hand weakly, blood dripping down his wrist. "And I always keep my promises."
Before they could react, space itself rippled behind him — twisting and expanding like a wound in reality.
And from that void, something massive began to emerge.
The moon.
The same moon Nea Zoi had hurled at him in the void of space. Pluto had swallowed it into his dimension — and now he brought it back, unleashing it like a final weapon.
The colossal sphere of stone and light roared through the sky, tearing apart what was left of the heavens as it sped toward the gods.
Nea Zoi's eyes widened, and he stepped forward, shadows gathering at his feet. "Not again—"
But before he could move, his entire body froze.
He looked down, startled — his shadow was locked. He couldn't move an inch.
Then he realized he wasn't alone. Desmos, Bios, and Nous — all four of them — were frozen in place, suspended in the flow of time.
Pluto stood tall now, his wounds glowing faintly blue. He laughed louder, his voice cracking with triumph.
"Time is my domain, you fools! You'll all perish together!"
The moon grew larger in the sky, its impact seconds away.
Pluto spread his arms wide, exultant. "The age of gods ends now!"
But then — everything changed.
A ripple of black shadow expanded behind the four gods, swallowing the sky itself. The moon — the entire moon — dissolved into the darkness, vanishing completely as if it had never existed.
Pluto froze, his laughter dying in his throat.
"What—what have you done?!"
His gaze darted wildly at Nea Zoi, who got rid of the moon just in time.
"How did you break my time lock?! That's impossible! You—"
Then a calm, teasing voice cut through the tension.
Nea Zoi tilted his head, a familiar lazy smirk curling at his lips.
"You didn't really think you're the only one who can play with time, did you?"
Pluto's eyes widened.
Because behind them — at the edge of the shattered field — stood Meta.
Awake.
Her divine light blazed brighter than ever before, her hair flowing with streaks of all seasons. One hand was raised toward them, still shimmering with faint energy — the lingering effect of the spell that shattered Pluto's time seal.
Her presence filled the world again.
"You…" Pluto whispered, stumbling back in disbelief. "You should be—"
Meta's voice was calm, but her eyes burned with quiet fury.
"You've taken enough from us, Pluto. This ends here."
The other gods slowly turned toward her, relief and awe etched across their faces.
Even Nea Zoi — still wearing that small grin — gave a low whistle.
"About time you woke up," he muttered. "We were starting to get bored without you."
Meta didn't answer. Her gaze was fixed solely on Pluto… but she was blushing uncontrollably on the inside as she saw the smile on Nea Zoi's face.
And for the first time, the god of wealth — who had faced death, chaos, and eternity itself — looked defeated, as he fell to the floor again.
Silence fell over the broken world.
The sky above was fractured — torn by the divine energies unleashed moments ago. Cracks of light stretched across the heavens like open wounds, and the air was thick with the echoes of fading power.
The six gods stood motionless, their forms dimly glowing under the collapsing firmament. Dust and fragments of divine energy drifted between them, whispering of the destruction they had narrowly prevented.
At the center of it all knelt Pluto.
His armor shattered, his divine essence flickering like a dying flame. His face — once filled with arrogance — now carried the hollow emptiness of a fallen titan. His hands trembled, blood dark and heavy dripping from his palms onto the cracked ground beneath him.
No one spoke.
Even Nea Zoi, who always had something smug or lazy to say, stood silent. The others watched, wary, waiting.
Then, slowly, Pluto raised his head. His single eye gleamed with something far darker than defeat.
A faint, crooked smile crept across his lips.
"You think… you've won?" he said, his voice hoarse but steady.
The gods said nothing.
Pluto chuckled weakly, then louder — until it grew into a manic, echoing laugh that sent shivers through the very fabric of the realm.
"You fools… you have no idea what you've done."
Nous frowned. "Enough of your madness, Pluto. You've lost—"
"Lost?" he interrupted, his laugh deepening. "No, no… you've simply set my most dangerous contingency into motion."
Bios' eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
He staggered to his feet, blood still dripping down his arm, yet his divine aura began to twist violently, as if the universe itself was trying to reject him.
"Prepare yourselves," he said, voice now heavy with grim certainty. "Because I will return… and when I do, your world — all worlds — will bow."
He took a step backward, his grin widening, his eyes glowing with deep violet flame.
"I am inevitable."
A tear of space opened behind him — a swirling rift of time and void, roaring like a living storm.
Then, with a final, hollow laugh that echoed across the dying horizon, Pluto tore reality apart and stepped backward into it.
Two dark shadows — Demiurge and Kolpa — appeared beside him, both dazed but alive. Without a word, they vanished with him into the void.
The rift snapped shut, leaving behind only silence.
The gods stood there, unmoving, their expressions grave.
Even victory felt meaningless.
Because deep down, they all felt it —
This was not the end of Pluto.
It was merely the beginning of something far worse.
The world was quiet again.
The space Pluto once occupied still shimmered faintly with the remnants of his divine essence, fading slowly into the wind. The other gods stood there, staring at the spot where he had vanished — the echo of his last laugh still lingering in the broken air.
Nous broke the silence first, her voice soft but firm.
"Desmos… were you able to do it?"
Desmos exhaled, his golden eyes dimming from exhaustion. Then, with a faint, almost satisfied smile, he nodded.
"Yes," he said. "It's done."
A ripple of relief passed through the gathered gods.
Desmos continued, his tone carrying a rare edge of humility.
"But if we hadn't weakened him as much as we did… I wouldn't have been able to pull it off. His divine soul energy was almost completely drained — that's the only reason it worked. If we had tried that earlier, he would've resisted easily."
He looked down at his own trembling hands, faint traces of illusionary energy fading from his fingertips.
"Even at his weakest, Pluto was still terrifying."
Nous nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed on the sky. "Then… it's finally over."
Desmos gave a slow nod. "Yes. The false memories he planted in mankind — the ones that made them fight over things that never existed — are gone. Humanity will awaken from his illusion soon."
A heavy silence hung over them for a moment.
Then, suddenly, a familiar lazy voice broke through it.
"Well," Nea Zoi said, stretching his arms and yawning exaggeratedly, "is it just me, or was I just chosen as the one it's okay to wake up again?"
The other gods turned toward him at once, all wearing the same expression — a mix of disbelief and irritation.
Bios groaned, shaking his head. "Unbelievable… he's already back to being himself."
Nous sighed, brushing her hair back with a tired smile. "After all that? After shaking the heavens and terrifying even me — that's the first thing you say?"
Nea Zoi grinned lazily. "What? Someone had to bring back a little peace and humor after all that chaos. You're welcome."
Desmos chuckled under his breath, while Bios crossed his arms.
Nous shot him a teasing glare. "You know, after seeing that side of you, my respect for you actually went up a little. But now…" — she shook her head — "it's gone right back down."
Feigning offense, Nea Zoi placed a hand dramatically on his chest. "Oh, come on! You all left the hard work to me, and I'm the lazy one? Tell me, who's really lazy now?"
The others sighed collectively, shaking their heads.
Even in the aftermath of such devastation, a faint smile touched each of their faces. For the first time in a long while, the gods felt the weight of relief — that fleeting, fragile peace after the storm.
The air was still heavy with the remnants of battle, the fractured sky slowly stitching itself back together. Dust and divine energy drifted like slow-falling embers across the barren plain.
From the distance, two figures approached — Zoe and Meta.
Zoe's arm was wrapped around Meta's shoulder, guiding her carefully as they walked through the scorched terrain. Meta's steps were slow, her body still weak from the earlier wound, but her composure remained regal, her eyes sharp even through the exhaustion.
When the other gods turned and saw them, relief immediately washed across their faces.
"Meta," Nous called softly, stepping forward, "are you alright?"
Desmos followed, with a concerned tone. "You shouldn't be walking yet. That kind of wound—"
Meta raised a hand, silencing him gently. "I'm fine," she said with a faint smile, her voice steady. "Thanks to all of you… and thanks to him."
Her gaze drifted toward Nea Zoi.
The lazy god blinked in surprise as she looked straight at him. For the first time in all of existence, the ever-cold, ever-distant goddess allowed warmth to touch her face — a smile that wasn't forced or fleeting, but genuine. It glowed faintly, soft as starlight.
"Thank you, Nea Zoi," she said quietly, but the crush she had on Nea Zoi had skyrocketed at this point… "For taking this seriously… and for saving both us and the mortals on our earth. You did well."
For a moment, the air seemed to pause — even the wind stopped.
Nea Zoi stared back at her, his usual grin fading just enough to reveal something deeper, almost… touched. Then, inevitably, the grin returned.
"Well," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "I couldn't just let you die, could I? I still owe you a drink from that feast I skipped a few millennia ago."
Meta's warm smile immediately froze, the affection for him she was experiencing was extinguished. Her expression shifted from gentle gratitude to visible irritation.
"You're insufferable," she muttered, stepping away from Zoe's hold just enough to glare at him.
The other gods chuckled — even Nous smirked faintly.
Before the teasing could escalate, a deep, resonant laugh echoed behind them.
The ground trembled lightly under the weight of the approaching presence.
They all turned to see Spadion, the Greater God, walking toward them with the same effortless grace he carried even through the chaos of war. His aura, though restrained, still shimmered with the strength of universes.
"Well done," Spadion said with an approving smile. "I must admit, it was quite a performance. You six truly lived up to your titles."
He stopped before them, glancing around at the quiet battlefield that had once threatened to tear itself apart. "It's not often I get to witness gods working together in harmony… and actually succeeding."
Nea Zoi folded his arms and smirked. "Coming from the All-Father's right hand, I'll take that as the highest compliment."
Spadion chuckled, his eyes glinting faintly. "You should. It's not one I give often."
The gods shared a rare moment of calm — a collective breath after the storm.
Nea Zoi's usual playful expression hardened as he stepped forward, his voice carrying an edge rarely heard from him.
"your holiness Spadion," he said evenly, "I understand you said you wouldn't interfere… but when Pluto struck Meta like that — when he nearly killed her — you just stood there and watched?"
The air grew still again. Even the hum of divine energy that had lingered from the battle seemed to vanish.
Meta's eyes widened slightly she was truly touched — she'd never heard Nea Zoi speak with such weight, and he was doing it now for her, against a Greater God no less — at that moment her heart skipped a beat.
Spadion regarded him calmly, the faintest hint of amusement touching his lips. "Ah," he said softly, "so the god of Death does get angry after all."
His tone wasn't mocking — it carried warmth, almost pride.
"You have quite the heart, Nea Zoi," Spadion continued, his gaze steady and wise. "I can see now that your anger wasn't born from pride or duty… but from something deeper."
Nea Zoi said nothing, but his clenched fists spoke for him.
Spadion let out a low chuckle and finally answered, "You're right. Had Pluto truly struck her divine core — had her soul pull been pierced — I would have intervened. But I didn't have to."
He turned his head slightly, looking toward Meta.
"This goddess…" — his voice softened, carrying admiration — "is not just beautiful, but also profoundly powerful. In that instant, she moved herself just enough to avoid death. She redirected the strike at the very last moment. Even in the face of destruction, her will to live and protect her allies was stronger than fear itself."
Meta's eyes lowered, her cheeks faintly touched by color. She wasn't used to such praise — least of all from him.
Spadion smiled faintly. "And besides," he added, "I trusted that she would heal — and that Bios would be there to aid her recovery."
He nodded toward Bios, who gave a respectful bow in return.
Then, turning back to Meta, Spadion said, "You did a remarkable job, Goddess of Seasons. Truly."
Meta straightened slightly, placing her hand over her chest as she bowed. "Thank you, your holiness Spadion."
At her gesture, the others followed — Nous, Desmos, Bios, Nea Zoi, and Zoe all lowering their heads in deep reverence.
Spadion looked over them — six true gods, standing united, weary but victorious. A faint glow of pride flickered in his eyes.
"Raise your heads," he said, his voice carrying the calm authority of a being who had stood beside the All-Father himself. "You've all done well. You've protected your world… for now."
The wind shifted slightly, carrying the last embers of battle away.
But something in Spadion's tone hinted that the peace was fragile — that the shadow Pluto left behind was far from gone.
From the corner of their eyes, a blinding light flared within the massive barrier Bios had forged — the one meant to seal Mera and contain what grew inside her.
The gods turned instantly, their expressions shifting from relief to alarm. The glow intensified, pulsing like a heartbeat, each wave stronger than the last. The very air trembled with a deep, resonant hum — a sound that could only belong to one thing.
Nous' eyes widened. "No… it can't be—"
Desmos clenched his fists. "We forgot… even after all this… Pluto succeeded."
The realization struck them all at once. Mera — within that glowing cocoon of divine energy — was carrying the birth of a Dragon God.
The ground began to quake again, the broken planet moaning beneath their feet.
A faint roar echoed from inside the barrier, low and ancient — a sound that carried the weight of calamity itself.
"What do we do now?" Zoe whispered, her voice trembling. "A Dragon God is about to be born… calamity will rise again."
For a moment, none of them spoke. Fear, awe, and despair all flickered across their divine faces.
Then Spadion stepped forward.
His expression was calm, his tone steady — yet there was an undeniable gravity in his words.
"You've done all you could," he said, his voice echoing across the hollow sky. "You protected your world — the world the All-Father entrusted to you — and you did it beautifully."
He turned toward the radiant barrier, his eyes narrowing as his divine aura flared.
"This threat… it no longer belongs to your world. What grows there is no longer bound by the laws of your realm. It's a universal matter now."
He lifted his hand slowly, and reality itself began to bend. Space twisted, folding in on itself like a rippling mirror.
A spiral of light formed above the barrier, expanding until it enveloped Mera completely. The energy hummed with such intensity that even the other gods had to shield their eyes.
Spadion's voice deepened, filled with the authority of eternity itself.
"The All-Father and I will take it from here."
The fabric of space tore open — a shimmering rift of infinite depth. It reached down, swallowing both Mera and the barrier whole, vanishing into the heavens with a flash of divine brilliance.
Silence followed.
When Spadion turned back, his expression softened into a faint, knowing smile.
"You've done well," he said. "Now, I suggest you all leave. This planet won't last much longer."
They didn't argue.
In perfect unity, all six gods bowed deeply before him — an ancient gesture of respect owed only to a Greater God.
"Thank you, your holiness Spadion," Nous said quietly.
Spadion raised his hand one final time, slicing open another portal — this one shimmering with the light of their home realm.
"Go," he said simply. "Your world awaits."
One by one, the gods stepped through the portal — Meta, Zoe, Bios, Desmos, Nous, and finally Nea Zoi, who glanced back once, his expression unreadable.
As the portal sealed behind them, the planet beneath began to shudder violently. Cracks split across its surface like veins of fire. The core erupted, collapsing inward.
In mere moments, the world disintegrated — breaking apart into countless fragments of dust and light, swallowed by the void.
And when the last piece vanished, only silence remained — as if nothing had ever existed there at all.