The moment Azelon chose to breathe, twelve billion hyperverses collapsed into silent dust.
Not because he attacked.
Not because he released power.
But because existing near him was a concept reality itself could no longer sustain.
Azelon had long surpassed laws, surpassed fate, surpassed even the notions of "living" or "dying." Those were ideas meant for beings bound to creation.
He was outside creation.
He didn't walk through realms realms were pulled into him.
Inside his body swirled nearly 999 dimensions, folded, rewritten, and tamed into an internal cosmos of absolute obedience. Each realm the size of a full omniverse, yet compressed within his infinite flesh like sparks inside a star.
When he opened his eyes, every concept trembled:
Life collapsed into nothingness.
Death forgot how to function.
Time stuttered, then hid.
Space ran in reverse.
Laws shattered and begged for replacement.
Azelon did not stand "above" rules
He was the author of them.
Existence Rewrite
Azelon can rewrite the very idea that something should exist. If he declares,
"Stars are lies,"
all stars collapse into a never-happened state.
Overdeath
Death cannot claim him. Life cannot define him. He erases both from his being, becoming an entity that cannot be categorized.
Apocalyptic Presence
Just by existing, his aura deletes 999,999,999 hyperverses per heartbeat.
He had to seal 99% of his presence simply to avoid wiping out eternity.
Beyond Concept Regeneration
His form rebuilds even if erased from existence, memory, or time.
Nothing can remove him.
▸ Omnicidal Aura
Anything with "life," "energy," "matter," or "concept" in its definition dies upon contact.
Even gods who were supposed to be immune fell simply by looking at him.
The Supreme Gods of the 999D realm gathered, trembling, their divine blood evaporating from fear alone.
"Impossible…" one whispered.
"He shouldn't exist…" another muttered, voice shaking.
Azelon walked forward.
Every step rewrote the multiverse behind him:
Galaxies inverted into white holes.
Causality unthreaded.
Destiny fainted.
Creation flickered like a dying flame.
He looked at the twelve gods.
"You call yourselves transcendent, Azelon spoke, voice calm, infinite, final.
"I transcend what transcends."
The gods attacked first
Omniversal cannons, conceptn slayer blades, fate reversing lances.
They hit him.
They did nothing.
Azelon lifted a single finger.
"Null."
All attacks, all skills, all powers, all histories, all futures
erased.
Not blocked.
Not deflected.
Removed from the dictionary of reality.
The twelve gods understood in that instant that they were not facing a being.
They were facing the end of meaning itself.