POV — The Grand Priest
The Grand Priest did not pursue Zar with rage. Rage was a mortal inefficiency.
Instead, he adapted.
Across the white infinity of the Omni-World, causal lattices rewrote themselves. Probability sheaths thickened around timelines Zar had touched.
Erasure protocols were not strengthened, they were reconceptualized.
Where once deletion meant removal, now it meant dispersal across incompatible narrative layers, ensuring no singular will could anchor and return.
The Angels were summoned.
Not to punish but to observe deviation.
The Grand Priest's gaze lingered on one anomaly in particular.
Whis.
POV — Whis (Under Review)
Whis twirled his staff, unbothered by the quiet attention of his peers. Vados watched him from across the dais, eyes narrowed with professional curiosity rather than accusation.
Whis smiled.
He always smiled.
In his hand was a small crystal cup of an unfamiliar dessert. A chocolate ice cream, impossibly rich, its molecular structure subtly non-divine. A gift from long ago. From Zar himself . A secret, technically harmless indulgence.
As Whis ate, a delayed effect surfaced, not a loss of full control, but something far stranger for an Angel, some form of arousal.
Unfiltered sensation.
Colors sharpened. Sounds deepened. Emotions normally observed from a distance now brushed close enough to feel interesting.
Whis laughed lightly, flamboyant as ever, waving off the stares.
"Oh my, you're all so serious. Honestly, a little sensory variance never hurt anyone."
None of them realized the truth:
The dessert had been laced not with a simple crude drug, but with a powerful mortal-grade aphrodisiac.... A dirty prank from an unruly saiyan, yes, but also a test. Zar had wanted to know if Angels could be made to feel like mortals without falling.
Whis barely passed, his control saving him from embarrassment
That fact unsettled the Grand Priest more than failure would have.
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Elsewhere..
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POV — The Anti-Monitor (Unseen)
In the void between crises, something vast inhaled.
The Anti-Monitor did not fight Zar .
He fed on him.
Every battle scarred reality. Every god slain loosened narrative mortar. The Anti-Monitor absorbed the afterimage of each confrontation, entropy residue, collapsed possibilities, abandoned futures.
Zar was not merely destroying.
He was preparing the multiverse to be consumed.
And somewhere deep within the Anti-Monitor's core, a new equation formed:
If the Saiyan breaks the gods… I will inherit what remains.
Across the DC Multiverse
Rage screamed through vacuum.
A Red Lantern ring tore through hyperspace, its trajectory precise, its target singular.
Kal-El.
The ring sensed what the Guardians feared to name a sun turned inward, grief compressed into law, anger masquerading as order.
It burned toward Earth.
End of the chapter