The True Seer Reappears

"I was wondering how I was able to predict your presence," said Sylvia, the Holy Seer.

The transparent curtain covering the bed opened, and a woman with her eyes covered by a white cloth emerged, walking toward the guest who had just entered.

This was no ordinary guest, but a former seer of the Upper Realm. You could say he was a senior among all the seers. The man, dressed in a simple black long-sleeved shirt and a white vest, looked like any ordinary human youth as he stood still for a moment.

As the distance between them closed, Sylvia knelt before him with deep respect.

"How are you, Master?" Sylvia asked, without lifting her head.

"Master? It seems there are still people who remember me as their master."

Sylvia was silent for a moment before replying, "A disciple will never forget their master's guidance. You have guided us all; there is no way I could simply forget."

"Hmph, just stop all this."

The small vest transformed into a flowing white robe that cascaded to the floor. His black hair turned golden-white, and intricate black and gold patterns appeared under his eyes and etched along the bridge of his nose.

His once ordinary appearance had completely changed. The black and gold patterns were a sign that he was the strongest seer of all.

Sylvia slowly raised her head.

"Master?"

Sylvia was shocked by the transformation. She, of course, recognized her master's true form, but she had not expected him to reveal it, which meant his full power would be exposed here.

"Master! The gods will realize you are here. You should leave immediately!"

"I did it on purpose. But will they have time to stop me in this time of crisis?"

"Master?!"

A pen appeared in his hand. He said, "Today I see a chance. I came here alone with the intention of eliminating the threat of the Devourer of Destiny."

He drew a spell in the air with the pen. The shimmering golden words grew brighter with each passing moment. He didn't just write a spell; he also drew a large magic circle that filled the entire room.

"Master! No! Don't do that! I still want—!"
Before Sylvia could flee, before she could finish her sentence, the true seer's pen had ended her life.

Without a single wound, Sylvia simply lay on the floor as if in a deep sleep. And she was, in a way, for she was sleeping soundly. 

Forever.

***

Thanks to the help of the legends, Mahendra was now able to store his remaining power. God Morpheus, Goddess Panacea, and the God of Lightning were all utterly destroyed at their hands.

Meanwhile, the God of Space and other gods who load teleported to the Purgatory Cage and then God of Space to the Main Hall, remained hidden among the ruins, knowing he couldn't fight them alone. 

After assessing the situation, he quickly went to inform all the remaining high gods, who were now on the 3rd Layer of the Upper Realm.

"This is bad! The God of a Speck of Light has been killed, as have the God of Dreams, the Goddess of Healing, and the God of Lightning!"

The God of Time, the God of Space's partner, carefully supported him.

"Is what you're saying true?!" the God of Wrath asked in a loud, firm voice.

"It's true. The Devourer of Destiny... that Sinner, escaped from the Purgatory Cage after defeating the God of a Speck of Light."

"And you didn't stop him?!"

"How could I? By the time I got to the Purgatory Cage, I was too late. And when I went to the Main Hall, which was already in ruins, I saw him with the four strongest legends!" he said, speaking plainly in a panic.

"The God of Dreams, Morpheus, has repeatedly fought him, and this time he has fallen. My condolences to the one I respect," said a god who showed only his broad back, sitting on the top step.

"It seems we'll have to use another plan. We will use that 'sealing'," he added.

Only a black silhouette with a broad back was visible. His hair was spiky with thin, brownish tips. His back was turned to the gods and goddesses, showing how arrogant he was up there. 

But no one cared about that. 

On the contrary.

"As you have arranged, God of Emptiness," they all said in unison.

The remaining supreme gods respected him more than any other.

One by one, the steps leading upward were slowly tread. From the 7th to the 5th and 4th layers, the unnamed lesser gods hid in silence. 

They knew that fighting the red-eyed man was just throwing their lives away. 
No one came near.

Except for the legends: the Wandering King, Azazel, Nephilim, and the Immortal Warrior walked behind the Devourer of Destiny.

Except for the Wandering King and Nephilim, who remained clean, the others walked calmly, blood continuously dripping from them and staining every step.

Upon reaching the door to the 3rd layer, Mahendra stopped. Just one more step, and he would face all his enemies there. The door that separated the 4th and 3rd layers didn't have a visible wall that also served as a separator. It was just a door, and even if they didn't enter through the door, they still couldn't get into the 3rd layer.

"You all stay here," Mahendra said, turning back.

"Why?" Azazel asked with a displeased look.

"Because from now on, it's my business. There are a few I know, and I have to deal with them alone," he answered calmly, then looked at the white door with a furrowed brow.

"I don't want anyone to interfere, especially the Archangel. Whatever it takes, I need you all to hold him off," he continued, asking for their help.

As the Immortal Warrior was about to speak, the Wandering King stretched out his right arm, his gaze fixed on Mahendra's back. 

After a moment, the Immortal Warrior understood who Mahendra was referring to.

"Go. Don't worry, boy. I will make sure no one interferes with your fight," said the Wandering King.

"Thank you, Wandering King. Your help before has truly lightened the burden on my shoulders," Mahendra said with a faint smile.

Then he left, taking a step into the 3rd layer.

And then...

A few seconds after the door closed, Mahendra fell to his knees, pressed down by heavy gravity. The weight on his body became so intense that it was difficult to move.

With great effort, he lifted his head to find a small circle floating in the air, and several straight purplish lines forming a square that was currently trapping him.

"Gravity..." Mahendra muttered, then looked at the six gods standing before him.