The world went back to that point.
The Overseer, an infinite, writhing mass of geometry and logic-defying anatomy towered above the horizon.
The sky was red, the moon shattered into a broken halo, and the ground was a trembling ocean of sand and light.
Its voice was a vibration that carved fissures into space itself.
"BEHOLD, CREATIONS OF AN IDEA, YOUR EXISTENCE IS A SCRIBBLE IN MY DREAM."
The survivors down below clutched their ears, their minds burning from the weight of its sound. Elior gritted his teeth, holding the Lea Infra close, sweat dripping from his brow.
Tom stepped forward.
His coat flapped under the chaotic pressure. His eyes were different. Steady, clear, burning with something that had touched a higher truth.
He shouted, voice echoing across the shaking land.
"Hey! You overgrown math problem!"
The Overseer turned its endless cube-shaped eyes toward him.
Tom pointed right at its distorted chest. "Yeah, I'm talking to you! You think you're scary just because you talk like a broken radio?! I've read scarier entities than you!"
The others stunned, Rosario's jaw dropped, Vera's grip on his trident tightened, and even Elior blinked once, unsure if Tom had gone mad or transcended.
The Overseer's voice rumbled again, but now its tone carried curiosity.
"YOU... DEFY ME?"
Tom smirked, walking straight toward Elior, snatching the Lea Infra from his hands.
"Borrowing this." he said.
Before anyone could stop him, he dropped the doll onto the ground, grabbed a rusted hammer and an old nail from a crate, and crouched down. His movements were calm, deliberate.
The Overseer's eyes flickered. Its mouthless face tilted, and it reached out with a limb larger than a mountain. Reality itself bent toward its will.
"YOU DARE TOUCH A RELIC OF BALANCE IN MY PRESENCE?"
Tom raised the nail over the doll.
"Yeah," he said quietly, "and I'm not just touching it."
He swung.
The Overseer's power struck down, trying to stop him but froze midair, it twitched. Then its fangs, those endless, fractal blades of light along its body, ignited up.
They burned.
A deep, black flame, swallowing sound itself.
The Overseer let out a distorted scream, more like a system error than a roar.
Tom slammed the nail into the doll's chest.
The hammer struck.
TUNK!
Nothing happened.
Tom was disappointed. Everyone else stared in disbelief like a comedy.
Rosario muttered, "That's it? That's what you were planning?"
The Overseer's laughter came like thunder tearing through heaven.
"PATHETIC. AN EFFORT WITHOUT PURPOSE. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW IT WORKS!"
It raised its fangs. Between its blades, a colossal star began to form—spinning, violently, pulsing with compressed suns.
"LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT A CREATOR'S FINGERTIP CAN DO."
The star grew until its light blanketed the land but before the Overseer could throw it something strange happened.
The light bent inward.
The edges of the star began to sink into itself, being swallowed by a black glow.
The Overseer stopped, tilting its head. The star trembled then exploded before released.
Everyone below covered their faces as shockwaves tore through the air.
The Overseer lowered its hand, watching the aftermath.
It muttered, for the first time, in confusion,
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
A streak, something falling from the heavens, like a tear in the sky.
A burning trail of black flame, cutting across the void.
Rosario gasped. "A meteor?"
It crashed straight into the Overseer's head.
BOOOOM!
A shockwave of gold and crimson ripped across the horizon. Sand shot into the air. The Overseer staggered, half its face dissolving into static before regenerating.
When the light faded, a figure stood on the cracked skull of the godlike being.
A young man, barefoot, thin but carved with wiry strength landed Infront of the four men.
A rough, sun-faded quilt hung from his shoulders like a mantle. His brown hair was wild, gleaming like dying embers. In both hands, he held twin scythes, their blades curved like crescent moons, one forged from pure obsidian, the other from crystallized starlight.
He dragged one scythe along the earth's surface, sparks spilling like constellations being reborn. Then, pointing the obsidian blade up at the Overseer, he spoke fiery voice , steady, burning with the energy of a thousand suns.
"I have remembered, I don't know what but something."
The Overseer's countless eyes turned toward him.
Even the existence didn't dare making a sound in their seriousness.
Elior whispered, disbelief written on his face
"Radahn…."