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Kealthar sat at the edge of his floating island, watching the soft sway of the mana rivers below. The air in his personal dimension always felt still, warm, and endless. Above, an aurora rolled lazily against a field of stars.
It had been two days since Rias and her peerage left for Kuoh. With the key tattoos he'd given them, they could return whenever they wished.
In the distance, Kunou was running barefoot through the wide grassy field. Her tails flicked behind her as she laughed, Koneko chasing close behind. Yasaka stood with her hands folded, smiling faintly, her gaze warm and watchful.
It was peaceful.
And then the peace broke.
The ground under Kealthar's feet didn't shake — Creation itself did.
He froze, every sense opening wide. What he felt wasn't just a disturbance. Something was feeding.
Across countless layers of existence, whole multiverses winked out. Narrative threads unraveled like loose string and were pulled into something that shouldn't exist. The feeling was wrong in a way that cut deeper than fear — this was the kind of wrong that made reality itch.
Kealthar's awareness stretched outward, breaking past dimensions, peeling back layers of stacked narratives until he found the wound.
It was there.
A Fragment of Vorath.
It wasn't a shape. It wasn't anything a mind could hold onto. It was grotesque in a way that defied language, a twisting knot of colors that didn't belong together, sounds that didn't exist, angles that bent in directions nothing should bend. It wasn't merely seen — it happened to you. Mortals would go mad instantly. Even gods would crack, their thoughts breaking apart like glass dropped from too high.
It breathed madness. It was the impossibility of existence made flesh, an amalgamation of insanity, chaos, and improbability.
Kealthar rose without hesitation. His form bled into his true self as he stepped once and ripped the walls of his reality apart, opening a gateway into the place where it waited — the border beyond the edges of creation, where chaos and order gnawed at each other in silence.
Here, even the emptiness was unstable. Stars formed and died in seconds. Fragments of laws drifted past like debris.
The Fragment noticed him. The space around it warped instantly — concepts twisting, timelines folding in on themselves. Far-off dimensions collapsed into points of light, then were swallowed whole. Entire pantheons were erased before they even understood what was happening.
Kealthar didn't waste words. His true form expanded — wings blotting out the stacked layers of reality, scales burning with the cold fire of dead stars.
The Fragment struck first.
The air between them shattered like glass, releasing a tide of anti-creation. It wasn't just destruction — it stripped things of the fact they had ever existed. Worlds died without leaving ruins. The void it left behind felt hungry.
Kealthar met it head-on. From his chest erupted the Flame of Origin, fire from before there was time. Everything it touched remembered itself — cities blinked back into being, histories rewrote themselves in the space of a breath.
They collided.
The impact turned the battlefield into a storm. Entire multiverses were smashed together like debris, colliding until they splintered apart. Time zones broke like brittle plates, shards of different eras tumbling into one another. In one moment, a future battlefield of steel towers. In the next, a prehistoric jungle with suns the size of mountains.
Kealthar swiped his claw and caught hold of an entire law of gravity, folding it into a spear and hurling it at the Fragment. The Fragment responded by taking the concept of "cause and effect" and snapping it in half — Kealthar's attack struck before he'd thrown it, then unstruck itself and collapsed into dust.
The Fragment screamed — though it was less a sound and more a vibration that unraveled thought. Kealthar pushed back with a roar that stitched together torn timelines, threading them back into place.
More chaos erupted. The Fragment ripped a higher dimension free from the stack, twisted it into a blade, and brought it down on Kealthar. He blocked with a shield made from an entire narrative, the story of a multiverse forged into solid light. The collision broke both weapons, scattering universes like sparks.
Then the Fragment pulled something worse. It reached into the bones of reality and turned logic itself against him — gravity pulled sideways, heat became cold, life inverted into death in flashes. Kealthar's body wove through it, cutting apart the contradictions before they could anchor themselves into permanence.
But he wasn't just defending.
Kealthar caught hold of a dying timeline and spun it into a whip, lashing the Fragment's core. He dragged it through collapsing dimensions, smashing it into places where the laws were still unstable, forcing them to break against its body.
The Fragment retaliated with a weapon made from memories — billions of lives, burned away to fuel an explosion that tore the edge of the omniverse open. From the wound came the Oblivion Maw, a black mouth wider than the concept of space, swallowing everything it could reach.
Kealthar summoned the Spear of Infinite Rebirth from his own will and dove straight into it. The clash shattered what was left of the battlefield. Whole sections of creation broke apart like shattered glass, then immediately began to knit back together under his power.
The Fragment howled again, splitting into a thousand smaller impossibilities, each one spawning chaos in a different way. One turned seconds into centuries. Another erased colors from existence. Another pulled the ground out from under entire realities.
Kealthar expanded, his wings curling around the whole fight, dragging the chaos inward, forcing it into a crucible of paradox and intent. He crushed half the fragments there and then, and with the spear, struck straight through the heart of the main body.
The light that followed wasn't light at all — it was the sudden return of everything that had been destroyed. Every world, every god, every concept rethreaded into its place.
The Fragment's form collapsed. Most of it was gone. But just before Kealthar could finish it completely, something reached in from beyond sight.
Vorath.
A hand of shadow pulled the remaining core away into the depths beyond creation.
Then came the voice.
Not a sound. Not a thought. Just presence.
Vorath spoke Kealthar's true name: [⟟⧫⋏⟊⋉⧬⟇⌖].
Existence buckled. Entire stacks of narratives groaned under the weight of the sound. Stars flickered. Higher gods fell silent in sudden dread.
Kealthar narrowed his eyes.
"You want names, Vorath?" His voice cut through the void. "Then take yours back."
He spoke it: [⧬⌬⟇⋔⧫⌽⟊⟟⧫].
Creation shuddered. Chains of realities trembled as if trying to look away. Even the laws themselves twisted to avoid hearing it.
Vorath laughed.
"We'll meet again, dragon. And next time, you'll watch everything you love burn."
The void closed, taking the last trace of the Fragment with it.
Kealthar stood in the silence. Slowly, he reached out and began to fix everything. The grassy fields, the mortal worlds, the realms of the gods. Every life, every idea, every detail that had been lost was put back in its place, exactly as it should be.
The omniverse was whole again.
For now.
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