The skies above Neo-Tokyo-3 fractured like shattered glass, neon lights bending across infinite rifts. The Fractured Triad, once proud and relentless, were now completely ensnared in Kyuroto Mitsuyo's ultimate design.
From his citadel, Kyuroto extended every shadow, every fragment of his consciousness, across countless realities. Even at 1% of his 1,000,000% true power, his omnipotence dictated the flow of every timeline, every dimension, every probability thread.
"Observation: all Triad forces neutralized across all layers. Outcome certainty: 100%," his drone reported.
Dimensional rifts convulsed violently, paradoxes imploding as the Triad's attacks collided with threads they could never perceive. Every maneuver, every strategy, every desperate countermeasure became a tool in Kyuroto's ultimate orchestration.
He allowed minor illusions of escape—tiny sparks of hope for the Triad—but even these were carefully controlled, ensuring that each flicker only drew them deeper into entanglement. Shadows of himself moved independently, precise and flawless, guiding the collapse of their formations with perfect synchrony.
Neo-Tokyo-3 continued below, oblivious to the outerversal climax. Citizens walked, vehicles glided, and the city itself acted as a silent witness to the Whisper of Infinity. Every step, every movement, every flicker of light was aligned with Kyuroto's design.
The Triad, overconfident to the end, found their power rendered useless. Their outerversal might, their cunning, their ambition—all folded into threads beyond comprehension. Every strike they launched became part of their defeat.
Kyuroto allowed a faint smile to cross his face. The ultimate orchestration was complete. He had woven every possibility, every probability, every timeline into a perfect tapestry of victory. The Fractured Triad had fallen, not by force alone, but by the invisible threads of destiny he commanded.
As dawn fractured across the skies, Kyuroto stood at the apex of his citadel, shadows flowing like liquid night. He looked across the city and multiverse, calm, unshakable, beyond comprehension, beyond opposition. The battle had ended. Reality itself bent subtly in acknowledgment of his omnipotence.
And in the quiet after the storm, one truth remained eternal: Kyuroto Mitsuyo, the Whisper of Infinity, the outerversal architect, and master of destinies, was unmatched, undefeated, and omnipotent across all layers of existence.
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