Chapter 3: "The Anomaly of Godhood"
Far beyond the mortal cosmos, where suns burned as jewels on divine thrones, the Celestial Pantheon gathered.
A thousand deities knelt before a single light — the Supreme Throne, a being made of eternity itself.
And for the first time in eons…
that light flickered.
> [Divine Network Report: Entity #47—Erased.]
[Cause of death: Unknown.]
[Spatial trace leads to—null coordinates.]
The pantheon murmured. Fear, disbelief, and something deeper — rage.
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A voice shattered the silence.
Sharp. Metallic.
The voice of Archlord Seraphon, god of order.
> "No god can vanish from the registry. Not without a higher being's intervention."
His golden eyes narrowed. "Find who did this."
From the edge of the council, the Oracle of Light, her eyes shimmering with code-like symbols, spoke softly:
> "It was not a god who killed him… but a concept."
The pantheon froze.
> "Explain," Seraphon commanded.
The Oracle's voice trembled as she touched the divine screen before her — showing a glimpse of a realm half-light, half-shadow, orbiting a throne of storms.
And there, seated calmly amid the chaos… Erevan Cross.
His gaze alone made the stars within the hall dim.
> "This… being," she whispered, "was never born of the Divine System. He exists outside of creation. His power reads as both divine and forbidden."
> "Name it," Seraphon demanded.
> "Designation… Overheaven."
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The Supreme Throne finally spoke — a voice of galaxies collapsing.
> "Erase it."
Thousands of divine sigils ignited across the heavens.
The Celestial Executioners — twelve beings of judgment — spread their wings. Each wing carried a world.
They were the gods who erased timelines and rewrote fates.
But as their divine coordinates locked onto Erevan's realm, something unexpected happened.
> [Attempting Access: Realm 001 – Elysion Divide]
[ERROR: ACCESS DENIED.]
[Message received from target.]
The message burned across every god's mind simultaneously. It was not written — it was spoken through existence.
> "You call yourselves gods… yet ask permission to act within your own creation."
"Pathetic."
For the first time, the heavens went silent.
Erevan's words carried weight — the kind that made divinity feel mortal.
And then came the echo — a quiet declaration that shook the universe.
> "I am Overheaven. The next chapter of creation begins with me."
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Across infinite skies, the Pantheon's light trembled.
Seraphon gritted his teeth.
> "Then we will show this anomaly the price of blasphemy."
And thus, the heavens declared war on the impossible.