Grand Writer

I had touched the Eternal Orb.

And in that instant, my very essence expanded beyond all reason.

Every thought, every possibility, every reality unfolded before me like an endless script, and I was no longer just a being—I was the Grand Writer of Ultimate.

I saw everything. I wrote everything. And I became the force that dictated all.

And now… I was in battle with Cain.

Cain—the True Beyond Omnipotent—the one who had transcended all concepts of absolute power itself. But even his might was a story I could rewrite.

With a single motion, our clash tore through endless infinities, breaking through the very idea of space, time, and logic itself. The battlefield was no longer a place but a state of existence beyond existence.

And yet, I saw an opportunity.

I turned my gaze toward Metilda and Angelica.

With a thought, I reached into the narrative of all things, weaving their ascension into reality.

"Rise beyond all limits," I declared, my voice not a sound, but a force that reshaped all that could be.

Metilda's body shone with an unimaginable radiance, her presence expanding infinitely as she broke through all definitions of divinity.

She was no longer just the Eternal Goddess of Space and Time.

She had become the True Absolute Goddess of All Reality.

Her very existence dictated the totality of all things. She was the foundation of everything, the supreme architect of existence itself. The final authority on what is and is not.

At the same time, Angelica's aura surged with boundless majesty, her form no longer bound by any limitations.

She had transcended into the Ultimate Queen of Absolute Existence.

She was no longer just Mona’s wife—she was now the supreme force that ruled all existence itself. Every form of life, every structure of being, every thread of what could or could not exist—it all bowed to her rule.

Cain’s expression twisted.

Abel and Lilith stepped forward, their forms burning with limitless power, but…

It was too late.

Metilda moved first.

With a wave of her hand, entire realities collapsed and were remade in an instant. The battle had ceased to be a struggle of strength—it was now a clash of absolute control.

Angelica followed, her authority binding Cain, Abel, and Lilith in an existence they could not comprehend.

"Your time is over," she declared, her voice shaking all creation.

The tides had turned.

And now, we were in control.

Cain’s expression twisted—not in fear, but in something deeper. Something primal.

Disbelief.

For the first time, the True Beyond Omnipotent was faced with an undeniable truth—he was no longer at the top.

Metilda, now the True Absolute Goddess of All Reality, extended her hand, and the very foundation of existence bent at her will. Space, time, dimensions, concepts—all of it pulsed under her control.

Angelica, the Ultimate Queen of Absolute Existence, stood beside her, her gaze cold and absolute. Every structure of being, every fiber of reality, every force that defined what could and could not exist—all of it bowed before her authority.

And then there was me.

Nxy.

The Grand Writer of Ultimate.

The one who wrote reality itself.

Cain clenched his fists, the void around him cracking, twisting, shattering as he forced his will onto existence.

"This is an illusion," he said, his voice shaking the very essence of power itself. "I am True Beyond Omnipotent."

"You were," I corrected, stepping forward. "But your story has already been rewritten."

Cain lunged.

His attack bypassed everything—logic, causality, even the idea of defense itself. It was a strike that should have erased everything.

But it didn’t.

Metilda blinked, and the attack never existed.

Cain froze.

"You don’t understand yet," she said, her voice weaving through the infinite. "You are no longer fighting within the reality you once ruled."

Angelica raised her hand, and Cain, Abel, and Lilith were suddenly bound.

Not physically.

Not conceptually.

But fundamentally.

Their very existence was subjected to her dominion.

Lilith screamed, her form fracturing under Angelica’s sheer authority.

Abel tried to resist, his presence shattering under the weight of absolute reality itself.

Cain… roared.

The power of True Beyond Omnipotence erupted from him in full force—his very being attempting to erase the logic of power, to redefine everything back in his favor.

But it was useless.

"You still don’t get it," I said, stepping forward.

I raised my hand.

And then, with a single stroke—I wrote the final lines of their existence.

Cain, Abel, and Lilith ceased.

Not erased.

Not destroyed.

Simply… removed.

As if they had never been.

The battle was over.

The war had been decided.

We stood there, the silence of a rewritten reality settling around us.

Metilda closed her eyes, her very presence stabilizing all that had been rewritten.

Angelica let out a breath, her authority sealing what had once been an eternal struggle.

And I?

I looked at what we had done.

And I smiled.

This was just the beginning.

The group senses it then, something powerful and dark, a presence beyond existence itself. The air seems to darken and churn, the very fabric of reality shuddering at the sheer force of whatever it is.

Then, Zachary appears, his whole army marching behind him. They are a sight to behold, their numbers countless, their power and might almost overwhelming.