Anu's body floated motionless for a moment. Stars behind him bent away in terror.
Then he laughed again—louder, darker, madder.
"You've touched my body.
You've pierced my essence.
But you've yet to see my core."
He raised his hand.
The skies stopped. Reality froze.
Then—
Ten Thousand Law Glyphs exploded behind him, forming a mandala of existence itself.
"Witness now, the Chaos-Infinitum Core."
Sul gasped. Even Moac's face broke its starlit calm.
Anu whispered a single command.
"Unseal: Primordial Chaos Baptism."
The battlefield changed.
No longer a plane—it became the Primordial Womb, the dimension of unrefined chaos where all things were once nothing.
Laws melted. Time didn't function. Even soul-paths unraveled.
Cal grunted, body flickering.
"He's trying to erase the battlefield from the hierarchy of existence…"
Sul screamed as her soul-threads were burned away.
Moac fell to her knees, her celestial link cracking.
And Anu, now bare-chested, eyes void of humanity, floated above them.
"This is the true realm. No order. No balance. Just the purest sovereignty of self."
He raised his hand.
"And I… am the only one who remembers how to breathe here."
A beam of chaotic origin fired from his palm, not as energy—but as truth. A concept. A deletion.
"Perish."
The blast was seconds away—
When a massive barrier of multi-colored divine arrays and astral runes erupted between the two forces, stopping the blast with thunder that echoed across all realities.