**Chapter 10: The Blade That Unmakes Gods**
With Sam now an ally, Zion made a request. "I want the weapon meant for the Great Adversary, the one created by The Great Null to kill the Norn Gods."
Sam retrieved the relic: the **Voidspire Shard**, a blade of liquid obsidian that pulsed with the power to unravel reality. As Zion grasped it, shadow-chains erupted from the hilt, binding to his very soul. A sadistic, psychopathic smile curled across his face, his eyes glowing with cold fury.
"Looks like the second war of Ragnarok is happening," he said in an emotionless tone. "But this time, it'll be a one-sided massacre."
With a snap of his fingers, he transported himself and his retainers to the Aethelion Nexus, the realm of ethereal light where the Nine Norn Gods, the so-called Eternal Architects, resided. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, loomed in the distance, its branches anchoring the multiverse.
"Zion, Great Adversary," boomed Urdra, the eldest of the gods. "You dare enter our sanctum?"
Zion chuckled darkly. "I'm not here to talk."
With a single, swift slash of the Voidspire Shard, he unleashed *Multiversal Rupture*. A wave of void-light tore through reality itself. It did not just strike Yggdrasil; it split the World Tree in half from root to crown. With a deafening crack that echoed across all of creation, the tree died, its branches withering, its light extinguished.
The Norn Gods screamed as their divinity, tied to the tree, was stripped from them. They were now little more than mortals, watching in terror as the Aethelion Nexus crumbled around them.