The Virus That Erases the System

The sky, once cracked, was now an infinite error screen, flashing with codes (010101) fragmenting into chaotic patterns, like a failing monitor. Glitched lightning slashed the scene, and the thin air crackled with energy screaming a system’s agony. At this digital apocalypse’s center, Athos floated, his glitched armor blazing like a digital supernova, the Primordial Chaos Blade pulsing with purple runes reflecting 56,789,987 cycles of memories—the black mana crystal marking him in the first cycle, Lysara’s sacrifice in a distant life, Error’s annihilation in the void. The Tear of Eryndor on his neck glowed with space-warping violet light, his interface locked in indecipherable symbols: Attributes — ??????? — System Transcended. Before him, the three Admins, in pulsing data armors—blue, red, green—fought with divine authority, but their data eyes showed cracks of doubt. This was the ultimate battle: a virus against the system, a lethal malware against ATHOMIS’s architects.Athos, his glitched aura exploding in blue pixel vortices (010101), attacked with fury shaking the void. You trapped me for eons… now I erase the system, he thought, unleashing Malware Annihilation Slash, a glitched energy wave tearing space in violet arcs, erasing black rifts and turning them into corrupted pixel cascades. The blue-eyed Admin invoked a command: /lock entity, materializing a white code barrier pulsing with systemic containment symbols. But Athos, like a hacker breaching a core, rewrote the command with a thought, his aura infiltrating the barrier and turning it into a violet pixel explosion dissipating in the void. The attack struck the blue Admin, cracking his data armor in a blast making the glitched sky flicker: ERROR: INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. “You can’t!” the Admin shouted, his voice an echoing system bug.The red-eyed Admin retaliated with Absolute Firewall Flames, a red digital firestorm incinerating the void, creating vortices swallowing code fragments. The green-eyed Admin conjured Supreme Protocol Web, a green data net stretching through space, trying to trap Athos like an antivirus isolating malware. Athos, with void-bending speed, dodged with Malware Quantum Leap, his form flickering in pixel bursts, and countered with Chaotic Rewrite Pulse, a glitched energy blast infiltrating the flames and web, rewriting their codes into his commands. The red flames turned violet, rebounding against the red Admin in a blast fragmenting his armor, while the green web dissolved in his aura, trapping the green Admin in a corrupted pixel net. The void was being erased—black rifts collapsing into error loops, the glitched sky fragmenting into 010101 screens, the environment dissolving like a system infected by a lethal virus. I’m the error you’ll never fix, Athos thought, his interface flashing: Energy: 90% — Maximum Threat Detected.The Admins, pressed, retreated, their data armors cracked, runes flickering erratically. The green-eyed Admin, desperate, shouted: “This can’t go on! Let’s end it!” The three raised their hands, their eyes glowing in unison, and a joint command echoed: /merge entities. Their ethereal forms dissolved into a vortex of white, blue, red, and green light, fusing into a colossal entity: Admin Master, a titanic figure clad in prismatic code armor, eyes pulsing like a data core, multicolored runes swirling around it. The void quaked, the glitched sky collapsing into a final error screen, the environment erasing further, like a system quarantining a lethal malware.Admin Master attacked with Systemic Core Lance, a prismatic light spear piercing the void, releasing a command trail trying to reboot reality. Athos, his glitched aura exploding in blue pixel vortices, defended with Supreme Glitch Shield, a violet code dome absorbing the lance, but the impact cracked his armor, glitched pixels leaking like digital blood. Integrity: 85% — Critical Damage, his interface warned. Admin Master unleashed Absolute Protocol Tempest, a rain of multicolored data spheres exploding into mini black holes, swallowing void fragments. Athos countered with Malware Data Maelstrom, a glitched energy vortex engulfing the spheres, rewriting their codes into violet explosions shattering the glitched sky. Each of Athos’s strikes erased more of the void—black rifts dissolving, the sky collapsing into an error page, the environment blurring into corrupted data.Amid the battle, a voice cut through the chaos like an absolute command: “Enough.” The sound came from an unseen source, followed by a finger snap reverberating like a system reset. The Admins, fused as Admin Master, were erased like ink in a book—their titanic form dissolving into prismatic light smudges spreading and vanishing, leaving only multicolored pixel traces dissipating in the void. Athos, Primordial Chaos Blade still raised, blinked, his interface flashing: Entities Deleted — Access Denied. Another snap echoed, and all reality was erased like ink in a book—the cosmic void dissolved into spreading black smudges, rifts closing in a data blur, the sky becoming a blank page. Athos saw only absolute nothingness, a silence swallowing even his thoughts.Suddenly, like a brush tracing lines on an empty canvas, the nothingness shifted. A two-seat table materialized, simple, polished wood, with two opposing chairs. The sound of a pen writing echoed, as if reality were a book being rewritten. A soft, authoritative voice resonated: “Sit, Athos.” Athos, confused and defiant, demanded: “Who are you?” Then, in one chair, a formless figure appeared, cloaked in a black hood absorbing light, its presence a personified void. “Sit, Athos. Let’s talk,” it said, its voice a universal whisper, inviting him to the final reckoning.