"Not even oblivion is safe from him now."
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The Aftermath – Post-Ascension Ruin
There was no sky. No ground. No stars.
Only ashes.
The Tower had collapsed into conceptual dust, reduced to floating debris of realities that no longer remembered themselves. Worlds unspooled into ribbons of memory. Time flickered like a broken film reel.
At the center of it all stood Jin.
Or what remained of him.
He no longer bled. His body was shadow-stitched bone and burning intent. Wings of black paradox arched behind him—each feather a timeline he'd erased.
The NULL ASCENSION had not only slain the Avatar. It had killed meaning itself.
Where the gods once stood, only silence remained.
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System Log – Corruption Absolute
> [SYSTEM REBOOT FAILED] [Admin Access Revoked] [God Protocols: Nullified] [Tower Maker: Disconnected] [Warning: Singularity Event Sustained]
Jin took a step forward. The void whimpered.
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The Tower Maker Speaks
From a fracture beyond existence, a voice older than any god stirred.
> "You were never meant to reach this far."
> "You were a weapon—not a flame."
> "You've unmade the game, the rules, the very player."
Jin turned. His voice was a scraping sound between black holes.
> "Then rewrite me."
Silence.
Even the Tower Maker could no longer alter him.
> "You've become a god." "No… something worse."
Jin laughed.
> "I didn't rise to become a god." "I rose to prove they never mattered."
He raised his hand. A small flicker of color remained—a piece of what was once reality. He crushed it in his palm.
> "Oblivion should burn too."
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The Black Bloom
From Jin's feet, a flower of darkness spread. Petals of void. Thorns made from collapsed possibility.
This was no longer vengeance. This was the rewriting of metaphysics.
The end of everything wasn't enough. He would corrupt the nothing that followed.
> "Let the next world be born deformed." "Let them worship ruin."
And the bloom opened.
A scream erupted from nowhere.
It was the scream of a newborn universe already dying.
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