The Silent Departure
The tournament was over.
The world had seen.
Alexander Magnus had declared his dominion.
And yet, he did not stay to bask in victory.
As the sect rejoiced, as disciples whispered his name with awe and fear—
He walked away.
Beyond the ruined arena.
Beyond the watching elders.
Beyond even his own family's gaze.
He needed solitude.
Not for peace.
Not for rest.
But for preparation.
For he knew—
The shadows would not remain silent.
---
The night was quiet.
Too quiet.
Alexander stood alone on a secluded peak, overlooking the vast darkness below.
Then—
A chill ran through the air.
It was not the cold of nature.
It was the presence of death.
A whisper, laced with something beyond mortal hatred—
"You should not exist."
Alexander did not turn.
His golden eyes remained forward.
His voice, calm.
"And yet, I do."
SHNK!
A blade descended from the void, coated in an aura that devoured light, law, and fate itself.
A strike meant to erase existence.
But—
Alexander did not move.
Instead—
He opened his eyes.
And his Visions awakened.
The moment Alexander gazed upon the assassin—
Reality trembled.
Golden radiance erupted from his irises, layered with a deep abyssal force of sovereign will.
The assassin's blade—
Stopped.
Not by force.
Not by technique.
But by law itself bending.
The assassin froze.
For the first time in countless years—
He felt fear.
The moment Alexander's awakened Visions locked onto him, the laws of the world ceased to protect him.
His very existence wavered.
But—
This was no ordinary killer.
This was a Supreme Executor of the Heaven's Judgement.
An enforcer of divine will.
And even as his body trembled under Alexander's gaze,
He gritted his teeth—
And burned his own soul.
BOOM!
A pulse of black-violet destruction energy surged forth, tearing apart the mountains around them.
"Overlord Saint… you are not invincible!"
With a flicker—
He vanished.
Reappearing behind Alexander.
And this time—
He struck with a blade wreathed in Oblivion's law.
A strike that could erase even the most unyielding of souls.
And yet—
Even as death loomed behind him,
Alexander remained calm.
He did not flinch.
He did not turn.
Instead—
He let his Saint Vision expand.
And in that instant—
The assassin saw it.
A celestial throne of absolute supremacy, standing above all of creation.
His Overlord vision manifested,
An ancient battlefield where even gods had once knelt.
A place where Overlords reigned supreme.
And at its center—
Alexander Magnus stood.
"Kneel."
His voice was law.
The assassin staggered.
His blade halted mid-air.
His soul screamed.
He tried to resist—
But the weight of dominion itself bore down upon him.
---
The assassin escaped in defeat. For the first time, the Supreme Executor of the Heavens had failed.
His target—
Was beyond mortal execution.
Even worse—
Alexander had not even tried to kill him.
The assassin gritted his teeth, forcing his body to obey.
"This… is not over."
A rift of pure darkness split the air behind him.
With one final glare—
He vanished into the void.
Gone.
But not defeated.
And as Alexander watched the empty space where his enemy had once stood,
His golden eyes burned with something new.
Not concern.
Not hesitation.
But certainty.
"So… the Heavens truly do fear me."
He turned, walking away from the battlefield.
For this was only the first attempt.
And next time—
He would not let his prey escape.
Since the Heavens acknowledge Alexander Magnus as a true anomaly, and intend to erase his, he might as well fight back, and he will win