Perfect. ⚔️ Epic-Anime Style it is — full of divine tension, cinematic visuals, and mythic power.
The skies above the Realm of Eternity were restless. Golden storms raged across the horizon, tearing through the sacred clouds. The wind carried a strange vibration — not of thunder, but of power clashing in silence.
Inside the palace forged from divine crystal, the Prince of Realms stood near the balcony, eyes narrowed toward the horizon. His silver armor shimmered under the lightning's glow, but his expression held unease.
"Why does Father's aura feel so… distorted?" he murmured. "It's never been this unstable before."
From the throne room came a pulse — sharp and heavy, shaking the pillars of heaven.
A blinding beam split the sky in two, piercing the divine veil.
The prince's eyes widened. "No… it can't be."
The clouds tore apart — and from the rift descended a being wrapped in pure light. His eyes burned like twin suns, his aura radiating dominance. Every angelic guard dropped to one knee instantly.
The God of Light had arrived.
He floated down slowly, his voice echoing through the realm like a melody wrapped in arrogance.
"Long time, my eternal rival," he said, a faint smile on his lips. "Tell me, God of Realms — still hiding behind your pride?"
The Prince took a step back. "Father's rival…? It's him."
At the far end of the hall, the throne flared to life. The God of Realms appeared, his form cloaked in cosmic fire, eyes as cold as the void.
"You again," he said flatly. "What brings the false radiance to my domain?"
The God of Light laughed softly. "Still bitter as ever. But no, I'm not here to reminisce. I'm here to warn you."
"Warn me?" The God of Realms' tone sharpened. "You, warning me?"
The God of Light's wings unfolded — radiant and blinding, scattering shards of light across the floor.
"The Gods' Tournament is near. You've won five years in a row, basking in the illusion of supremacy. But this year…" His eyes gleamed. "…I'll end that streak."
The realm trembled at his words. Even the prince felt the heat behind that declaration.
"You're dreaming," the God of Realms replied coldly. "My warriors are forged through reality — through Isekai worlds that birth strength from struggle. Yours live in illusions of light."
The God of Light's smirk vanished. "Illusion? You call enlightenment an illusion? My warriors fight not for power — but purpose."
The air between them sparked. Two divine auras clashed — gold against indigo, light against flame. The palace walls groaned as cracks formed in the marble of eternity.
"You talk of purpose," the God of Realms growled, "but your light blinds those beneath it. You turn mortals into slaves of faith."
"And you," the God of Light countered, "turn them into pawns of ambition."
Their voices collided like thunderbolts.
The Prince of Realms dropped to one knee, the pressure unbearable.
He could barely breathe under the weight of two divine egos colliding.
"Enough!" the God of Realms thundered, slamming his staff onto the floor. "Why are you truly here, Light?"
The God of Light smiled faintly. "You already know."
"I don't play your guessing games."
"You're hiding something. A change in your realm's balance… a forbidden link between worlds."
The God of Realms froze for a fraction of a second — too short for any mortal to notice, but not for the Prince, nor for the rival standing before him.
The God of Light's eyes narrowed. "Ah… so I was right."
The Realms God looked away, his tone cold and clipped. "You're imagining things."
But deep in his mind, panic sparked.
Nila. Damn it. He mustn't know.
If the God of Light discovered that his daughter, Nila — a divine soul — had fallen for a mortal, and that he himself had issued a challenge tied to it… that truth could burn the balance of heaven itself.
He straightened, masking his unease. "Enough nonsense. Leave my realm."
The God of Light tilted his head, smirking. "You've changed, rival. Fear doesn't suit you."
"You mistake control for fear."
"Control?" The light around the visiting god intensified. "Then let's see how much control you have left after I win the tournament. I've gathered the greatest warriors across my Isekai worlds — those who have conquered death itself."
"You've gathered dreamers," the God of Realms said sharply. "But I've forged survivors."
The clash of auras intensified — the throne room now shaking with golden and violet storms.
From the balcony, the Prince shouted over the chaos, "Father! Enough — you'll destroy the core!"
The two gods broke apart at once, the tension crackling like the aftermath of lightning. Silence flooded the hall, save for the echo of their breathing.
The God of Light looked toward the prince — calm but curious.
"So, this is your heir," he said softly. "You've raised him well, Realm. But tell me…" His gaze sharpened. "…does he know about the mortal?"
The God of Realms' hand twitched. The staff cracked under his grip. "Leave. Now."
The God of Light smiled knowingly. "Ah. So it's true."
In the next instant, his form dissolved into beams of radiance, vanishing from the hall. Only faint laughter remained, echoing through the pillars.
"See you at the tournament, old friend."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
The Prince turned slowly to his father. "Father… what did he mean by 'the mortal'?"
The God of Realms didn't answer. He turned away, his expression carved from stone.
"Forget it," he said coldly. "Some things are beyond your understanding."
But the prince's gaze hardened. "You're hiding something dangerous, aren't you? Something that could shake even the gods."
The God of Realms looked over his shoulder, his voice low and sharp. "Enough."
The prince lowered his head but his thoughts swirled. Nila… a mortal… a forbidden link. What are you planning, Father?
☀️ In the Citadel of Light
The God of Light stood before the Mirror of Radiance — an enormous, living mirror of liquid sunlight. Around him, the angels of light bowed, their wings folded in reverence.
"Show me," he commanded. "Show me the soul who can challenge the Realms."
The mirror rippled — galaxies spinning within its glow.
Images flashed: countless worlds, armies, thrones.
Then — a single world. Blue, fragile, full of life.
Earth.
Through the storm of visions, the mirror settled on a city — night rain, neon lights, and a young man sitting alone under the sky. His eyes were weary, but burning with something that even gods recognized — defiance.
"Yeshwanth…" the god whispered. "A mortal who bears the mark of the realm… and the heart of rebellion."
He watched closely — Yeshwanth, the boy who had faced heartbreak, now typing on his old laptop, planning his rise, whispering vows no mortal should dare to make.
"Become a millionaire in one year…"
The words echoed faintly through the divine chamber.
The God of Light smirked. "So this is the spark your rival hides from me. A mortal defying the impossible…"
He raised his hand, light swirling around his palm.
"Then let's see if your mortal can handle the favor of light."
A small fragment of radiance left his hand, streaking across the cosmos, vanishing into the clouds of Earth.
"Rise, chosen one," he murmured. "The eyes of the gods are now upon you."
⚔️ In the Realm of Realms
The prince approached the balcony once more, staring at the scars left on the sky from the earlier clash.
"Can a mortal truly defeat us?" he whispered.
From the shadows, the God of Realms answered quietly, "No mortal has ever defied the divine. And none ever will."
The prince looked up, uncertain. "Then why… does it feel like destiny itself is trembling?"
No response came — only the distant hum of power fading into the void.
🌍 On Earth
The rain had stopped. The city streets glistened under faint moonlight.
Yeshwanth stretched his hands after hours of relentless work, eyes red but determined.
He whispered to himself, "One year… one shot. No excuses."
The wind brushed past him, carrying a faint, warm pulse — like a heartbeat not of this world. He froze. The mark on his wrist flickered faintly with light.
"…What the hell?"
He stepped onto his terrace, staring up at the glowing sky. For a split second, he thought he saw something — a beam of gold breaking through the clouds.
And then he heard it.
A voice — distant, echoing from eternity — calm yet thunderous.
"Found you."
Yeshwanth's eyes widened, his heart pounding. He didn't understand what it meant… but deep down, something told him his life was no longer ordinary.
Far above, in the divine heavens, the God of Light opened his eyes once more and smiled.
"The era of mortals begins."
And somewhere, far away in the Realm of Realms, the God of Realms stood at his window, watching the same star that burned over Earth.
He whispered bitterly, "You're playing with fate, old rival… but you'll regret it."
Thunder rolled across the skies of both worlds — divine and mortal — as destiny began to shift its course.