Within the cosmic cradle of dual-realities, the air thickened with collapsing timelines. Stars pulsed violently. Planes disintegrated and reformed like thoughts mid-dream.
Anu floated in the center, half-bound by the Primordial Oath Seal, the Fourth Crown—Crown of Rejected Divinity—rotating above his head, its jagged halo of paradox laws cutting into creation itself.
Sul, Moac, and Cal stood atop a summoned platform of Origin Crystal, bodies flickering with divine exhaustion.
Moac's lips were pale.
"The seal is fraying."
Cal exhaled, gripping his blade tightly.
> "Then we end this—before the Fourth Crown descends fully."
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The Final Argument of Power
Anu, his one eye now glowing with the Complete Law of Chaos Karma Samsara, grinned.
"You three still do not understand.
This multiverse is no longer your god's domain.
It chose me when I chose myself."
He lifted his hand—and with a mere thought, inverted time around himself, unbinding the cage Sul had formed with her soul-paths.
Sul staggered, coughing starlight.
Moac shielded her.
Cal, screaming, invoked his full might.
"By the Nine-Colored Tribulation, by the Voice of the Ancestral Origin—I REJECT YOU!"
His blade struck.
And Anu blocked it—with his chest.
No shield. No spell. No deflection.
Just belief.
"You cannot kill an idea.
You cannot erase a crown earned."
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The Collapse
At that instant, all dual-realities began to unravel.
The multiverse couldn't sustain two truths.
A choice had to be made.
And it would be made by the Collective Consciousness of All Existence—the living soul of the Omniverse, awakened by the paradox.
A golden radiance enveloped the battlefield.
All beings—sovereign, mortal, eternal—saw the truth.
Two truths:
One built on law, order, divinity, soul-path, elemental balance.
One forged in chaos, will, rebellion, ascension through pain.
Then came the decision.