The sky was split. Space had lost all order.
The fused form of Suelo and the Grand Devil, now known as the Chaos God, hovered above the ruins of countless realms, their divine form exuding with immortal darkness and blinding brilliance. Their mere existence twisted the laws of divinity. Even time itself bent before them.
Below, Ian floated silently. His clothes were torn, his body bloodied, but his eyes, those cold, golden eyes, were calm. Too calm.
The Chaos God looked down at him with pride.
"You are finished. You barely survived the last exchange. You have nothing left."
Ian didn't answer. He simply raised his head and stared. Not with fear. Not even with anger. But with something worse...
Pity.
The Chaos God narrowed their eyes.
"What is that look?"
Ian finally opened his mouth.
"I thought I was beneath you. I thought I was merely part of your illusion."
He took a step forward. The air froze.
