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The battlefield was quiet now.
Ash rained like snow, coating the ruins of a world that had long since given up on hope.
Frank stood in the middle of it all — half his body burned away, the other half glowing with the last of a dying power. His breath came out ragged, each exhale carrying pieces of the divine flame that had once made gods tremble.
He had fought them all — kings, demons, celestial beasts — and won.
But the victory felt empty.
Every world he saved… every crown he shattered… always ended the same way. Alone. Forgotten. Reborn into another war.
Frank laughed — a dry, broken sound.
"So this is how it ends again, huh?"
Above him, the heavens tore open, not with light, but with eyes. Countless eyes, watching. Judging. Whispering.
"Frank of the Infinite Paths," a voice echoed — deep, ancient, and tired. "You have lived too many lives. Broken too many laws of fate. You are… unstable."
He spat blood and grinned. "Guess I overachieved."
A figure emerged from the rift — cloaked, faceless. Power so dense that reality folded around it.
"You were meant to end. Yet… you persist. So let's try something different."
Frank's smile faded. "What do you mean—"
The being raised a hand. Light speared through him. His soul screamed as it tore apart, splintering into shards of memory, power, and pain.
"No! Wait—!"
But it was too late.
Every piece of him — every lifetime, every love, every battle — ripped away and flung into the void.
The being's voice followed, calm and cruel.
"Let's see what becomes of you… when you are no longer whole."
Darkness swallowed everything.