The skies bled gold.
Rifts tore through the fabric of the heavens, not with chaotic energy, but with eerie precision—surgical cuts across the layers of space and faith. No lightning. No thunder. Just silence… then the march.
From within those rifts stepped the Divine Executioners.
They weren't gods.
They were older.
Built of punishment, bound by laws older than creation.
Clad in dark celestial armor with faces veiled by radiant justice, they carried judgment blades—forged from forgotten sins, tempered in eternal oaths. Each Executioner's presence distorted reality. Cultivators nearby vomited blood from sheer pressure.
Even Sovereign Qilin narrowed his eyes.
"…They sent them this early?" he muttered, tone unreadable.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
⚠️ Emergency Override Triggered
[DIVINE EXECUTIONERS – SOVEREIGN GRADE] have entered the realm.
Targets: [Priyanshu Yadav] – Code: Law Devourer | [Qilin] – Code: Shadow Rebirth
Condition: KILL ON SIGHT. No Trials. No Debate. No Delay.
There were seven Executioners.
Each one a living concept.
Veritus – The Blade of Absolute Law
Rheia – The Flame of Erased Histories
Nullgrave – The Silence that Ends Prophecy
Hexelon – The Warden of Infinite Prisons
Iorith – The Mirror of Final Judgement
Vastrol – The Spear of Infinite Condemnation
Zayael – The Voice that Ends Names
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
Their arrival was enough for every divine sect across the realm to fall to their knees—praying not for mercy, but for invisibility.
Priyanshu stared at them, unblinking.
Qilin stepped forward beside him, summoning a long black thread that pulsed with unholy rhythm.
"Elira, Yue Ling, Han Xie," Priyanshu said, his voice calm but resonant, "fall back. This is not your stage."
Ashen Crow grinned madly but stayed silent.
Zayael moved first.
She pointed a finger.
Reality collapsed.
A name was erased from existence—a heavenly prince watching from miles away was simply… gone. Never born. Never conceived. His mother suddenly couldn't remember him. His sect had no records of him.
DING! System Warning: Divine Name Erasure Detected. If host is struck, all achievements and memories will be nullified.
"She's dangerous," Qilin whispered. "But we're worse."
Then they moved.
Seven blurs of light, soundless yet devastating.
And so did Priyanshu.
He didn't dodge.
He wove.
[THREADLESS ART: BLACK STITCH – PATHFINDER FORM]
Time reversed.
He stepped out from an alternate version of himself—one that was never touched—and stabbed forward with a palm imbued by System Inversion Energy.
CLANG!
His hand met Veritus' blade. Metal screamed. Laws shattered.
Veritus faltered.
For the first time in history, Absolute Law was countered by something that had no rule.
Qilin spun threads in the air, wrapping around Vastrol's spear and redirecting it into the void. Hexelon summoned 999 prisons mid-air—Qilin broke 1001 just to mock him.
Ashen Crow chanted blasphemous poetry.
Yue Ling and Elira created a defensive boundary around the battlefield.
Then came the climax.
Iorith, the Mirror of Final Judgement, reflected Priyanshu's entire life. A mirror appeared, revealing all sins—his manipulation, his betrayals, his kills.
"Unredeemable," the Mirror whispered.
But instead of shame, Priyanshu smiled.
"Yes."
And then he shattered the mirror with a punch—destroying the judgment.
DING! Personal Rule Activated: "Reflection Has No Power Over One Who Knows Himself."
Iorith blinked—then ceased to exist.
One Executioner down.
Six left.
The battle turned.
Ashen Crow tore Nullgrave's silence apart with forbidden laughter.
Sovereign Qilin pinned Hexelon across three timelines.
And Priyanshu—
He summoned his own sword: Nameless.
It did not glow.
It did not hum.
It simply was.
He pointed it at Zayael.
"I have no name," he whispered, "but you'll remember my silence."
And then he moved.