The Palace of the Absolutes trembled.
Not metaphorically.
Not symbolically.
It physically trembled.
Hairline fractures crawled along the colossal pillars that supported the dome of the Absolute Realm, cracks spreading like veins across divine marble older than universes themselves.
All because of one man.
Ashura Bellet.
The Sovereign of Black Light.
Floating above the Absolutes with his hands loosely behind his back, Ashura looked more like a bored king inspecting insects than someone standing before ten entities capable of destroying multiverses.
Beneath him—
Ten Absolutes.
The first beings born from the First Light.
Creation's original authorities.
And yet…
They were now looking up.
Exactly how Ashura wanted it.
The silence was suffocating.
Then—
One of the Absolutes moved.
"Arrogant creature!"
The voice belonged to Xenon, the Absolute who had spoken earlier.
His patience snapped.
Golden runes ignited across his skin as the laws of Primordial Disintegration erupted around him.
Entire layers of reality peeled away like paper.
The air collapsed inward.
Xenon raised his hand.
"Let me remind you what true authority looks like!"
A sphere of condensed First Light formed in his palm.
Inside it—
Entire multiversal timelines were being born and destroyed simultaneously.
A weapon made from pure origin law.
He hurled it directly at Ashura.
The sphere tore through space.
Reality folded.
Dimensions inverted.
A weapon capable of erasing countless multiverses.
The Absolutes watched.
They expected resistance.
They expected a clash.
Instead—
Ashura simply looked at it.
And spoke.
"Disappear."
The moment the word left his mouth—
Black Light pulsed.
The sphere vanished.
Not destroyed.
Not deflected.
Not absorbed.
Just…
Gone.
Like it had never existed.
Xenon's pupils shrank.
"…What?"
Ashura tilted his head.
"You should know something about my authority."
Black Light spread across the air like ink spilling through water.
"The First Light creates."
His eyes gleamed.
"My Black Light ends."
Then Ashura lifted one finger.
A thin line of darkness appeared.
It looked harmless.
Almost delicate.
He flicked it forward.
The line sliced through Xenon.
At first—
Nothing happened.
Xenon laughed.
"Did you just attempt to—"
Then his voice stopped.
His body split.
Perfectly.
From shoulder to waist.
But it wasn't just his body.
His concept split.
His existence split.
His authority split.
Even the multiverses tied to his law began collapsing.
Xenon's eyes widened in horror.
"…Impossible…"
His voice fractured.
"How… can you cut… law itself…"
Ashura answered calmly.
"Because law belongs to existence."
His voice was cold.
"And I govern its end."
Xenon dissolved into particles of fading light.
One of the Ten Absolutes had just died.
And Ashura still looked bored.
The moment Xenon died—
Two other Absolutes moved instantly.
They knew something terrifying now.
Ashura was not exaggerating.
He was beyond them.
"Attack!"
The Absolutes Valkar and Eidros lunged simultaneously.
Reality twisted around them.
They launched directly toward Ashura.
But they never reached him.
A figure appeared in front of them.
Black armor.
White hair.
Eyes glowing with absolute devotion.
Armageddon.
Ashura's right hand.
His sword.
His executioner.
Armageddon's voice was quiet.
"You will not approach my sovereign."
The Absolutes attacked anyway.
Their laws erupted.
One commanded Cosmic Collapse.
The other unleashed Primordial Oblivion Flames.
Two multiverse-destroying powers.
Armageddon didn't move.
Then—
He raised his hand.
Black lightning erupted.
The power of the Twelve Dominions surged through him.
His authority came directly from Ashura.
And it was terrifying.
"Black Judgment."
Lightning exploded.
The flames shattered.
Cosmic collapse reversed.
Both Absolutes were hurled across the palace.
Armageddon drew his sword.
And for the first time since the battle began—
He smiled.
"I have been waiting for this."
Amid the chaos—
Agoth stood from his throne.
He had not moved until now.
Not even when Xenon died.
He slowly began clapping.
"Remarkable."
The sound echoed through the palace.
Every Absolute froze.
Agoth stepped forward.
His aura filled the chamber like gravity itself.
"Now I see why the rumors spread across the omniverse."
His eyes locked onto Ashura.
"You truly are… something unprecedented."
Ashura shrugged.
"You brought me here."
Agoth nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Then his smile widened.
"And now I will explain why."
The remaining Absolutes looked toward him.
They wanted answers too.
Agoth raised his hand.
The air changed.
A projection appeared.
The First Light.
The origin of existence.
"Everything began here," Agoth said.
"Creation and destruction unified."
Then the image split.
Creation flowed outward.
Destruction faded into silence.
Agoth's voice grew darker.
"We Absolutes were born from the residual laws of that first explosion."
His eyes narrowed.
"But something was missing."
The projection shifted again.
A second force appeared.
Black.
Endless.
Consuming.
Black Light.
Agoth stared at Ashura.
"That."
His voice dropped.
"That power."
The Absolutes murmured.
Agoth continued.
"The First Light created us."
"But Black Light…"
He smiled.
"…completes us."
The palace grew silent.
Then Agoth revealed the truth.
"I never wanted you as a subordinate."
Ashura raised an eyebrow.
Agoth spread his arms.
"I wanted you as the final piece."
The Absolutes stiffened.
"You see," Agoth said, "we control creation."
He pointed upward.
"But you…"
His finger lowered toward Ashura.
"…control the end."
The implications were terrifying.
Agoth's voice became almost reverent.
"If the First Light and Black Light unite…"
Reality trembled.
"…we could control the entire omniverse."
Creation.
Destruction.
Beginning.
End.
Agoth looked at Ashura with burning ambition.
"Together we would surpass the cosmic cycle itself."
He stepped closer.
"Gods."
"Outer Gods."
"Multiverses."
"Even the First Light."
"All would bow to us."
Agoth extended his hand.
"One last chance."
"Join me."
The palace waited.
The Absolutes held their breath.
Ashura stared at him.
Then—
He laughed.
The laughter echoed endlessly.
Ashura wiped a tear from his eye.
"You really thought…"
He looked down at Agoth.
"…that I needed you?"
Black Light surged outward.
The palace groaned.
Cracks spread everywhere.
Ashura's voice turned cold.
"You misunderstand something fundamental."
His aura exploded.
Darkness swallowed the ceiling.
The Absolutes felt something they had never experienced.
Fear.
"I don't complete the First Light."
Ashura raised his hand.
Black Light formed a swirling galaxy around him.
"The First Light…"
His eyes glowed.
"…exists because I allow the cycle to end."
Reality shook violently.
"You think we are equals."
He looked at Agoth.
"We are not."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I stand outside the hierarchy you were born into."
The Black Light pulsed.
Multiversal echoes rippled outward.
Even Agoth's expression hardened.
Ashura smiled.
"I am not part of the system."
His eyes gleamed with absolute dominance.
"I am the conclusion of it."
The pressure in the palace skyrocketed.
Several Absolutes dropped to one knee.
Agoth resisted.
But even he felt the weight.
Ashura lowered his hand.
"So no."
His voice was calm again.
"I will not join you."
Then his smile returned.
"But I will give you something else."
Agoth narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
Ashura's grin widened.
"A war."
The palace erupted into chaos.
Black Light exploded across the chamber.
Armageddon's sword clashed with two Absolutes.
The remaining seven prepared their laws.
Agoth's aura ignited like a collapsing star.
And Ashura floated above them all—
Smiling.
Like a king watching a game unfold.
Because to him…
This truly was just the beginning.