Chapter 1
His dark gray hair, Karakısaçları, subtly rippled as he gazed at the crimson and purple gas clouds emanating from the orbit of the last planet he had annihilated. Achalon, the entity who brought about the end of all gods, all mythologies, and all planets, stood alone in the void.
His three-meter-tall, imposing silhouette appeared even more terrifying against the backdrop of cosmic destruction. His muscular body was clearly discernible even beneath the simple, seamless black cloth he wore. It was as if the garment had absorbed all the remaining hope of the universe. His eyes, with their horizontal feline pupils, burned with a fiery yellow glow, surveying his surroundings with infinite contempt.
A tiny burn mark on his fingertip was a testament to his final victory. It was the last remnant of the hammer-strength of Thor, who was once the lord of thunder. Zeus of the Greeks, Ra of the Egyptians, Odin of the Norse… All had been defeated, their powers absorbed, and their names condemned to oblivion. With each victory, Achalon had not only grown stronger but had also proven that he was right: Only he could establish order in the universe, and that order was non-existence.
He slowly turned his head, as if this simple action alone could shift the universe's axis.
"I believe I've made enough noise," his voice whispered. His voice was neither a storm nor a clap of thunder; it was more like the whisper of the void, the pure sound of uncreatedness.
Achalon extended his palm. A cosmic energy network, composed of an infinite number of galaxies, looking like a map drawn on parchment, focused on a single point. That point was the beginning and end of the entire universe, the place where everything that exists was created, and which still stood alone.
There, the only god to have survived Achalon's destruction stood: Khaezeron.
"The final act," he growled. "The creator before me. The father of everything. The final limit of my power."
Achalon's yellow eyes pierced through a divine seal glowing in the sky of Khaezeron's domain. Behind that seal, the energy of pure creation, an untouched piece of the universe, could be felt. To reach it, Achalon unleashed the power he had stolen from all the gods he had defeated.
The infinite space around him trembled for a moment. The golden flame of the Egyptian sun god, the purple glow of Greek lightning, and the ice storms of the Norse melted together around his black attire. Achalon compressed this mixed energy into a single gray, intense beam and hurled it directly at Khaezeron's seal.
There was no sound, but the impact was more shattering than the simultaneous explosion of trillions of planets. The seal shattered. Before Achalon, a dimension unlike any other opened, washed in pure, searing white light. This was Khaezeron's realm.
Achalon took a step.
Inside, in the center of the endless white, stood Khaezeron. As imposing as Achalon, but less physical and more like a mass of pure energy. Anyone looking at him would understand they were facing creation itself. Khaezeron's face was indistinct, as if viewed through a veil of mist. The light surrounding him was so pure it threatened to drown all the darkness and malice Achalon had gathered.
"I knew you would come, Achalon," Khaezeron's voice said. It was both a whisper and the sound of a thousand bells ringing at once. "You have come with all your power. And you have come to your end."
Achalon smiled mockingly. It was the universe's most dangerous, most handsome, and most wicked smile.
"No, Khaezeron," he said. "I have not come to my end. I have come to yours."
Achalon's gray hair whipped around him from the gathered energy. The power of all the gods he had defeated was collected in a single fist.
"Then take this! The Universal Annihilation Strike!"
Achalon attacked.
As Achalon's fist shot forward, even the infinite space behind him warped and cracked. The blow carried the power he had absorbed from every defeated god: Zeus's lightning, Ra's scorching sun, Odin's cunning war wisdom, and Seth's chaos. All merged in Achalon's wrist, which he had compressed into a single gray, intense beam. This was not merely a physical attack, but the very denial of existence.
Just as the strike was about to hit the pure white where Khaezeron stood, Khaezeron finally moved. But he did not draw a weapon or raise a shield.
He simply spoke.
"What I am the creator of, you are the destroyer of, Achalon. Your ultimate power is merely an echo of my First Sound."
Only a ripple emanated from Khaezeron's indistinct outline. This was neither an energy beam, nor a shockwave, nor a magical shield. This was the Pure Vibration of Creation.
The moment Achalon's Annihilation Strike hit this ripple, it was split in two right down the middle. The Greek lightning and the Egyptian sun were suddenly flung to opposite poles, and instead of returning to Achalon, they formed new, bright mini-planets revolving around Khaezeron.
Achalon was thrown back like a startled comet, the fabric of his simple black attire shaken for the first time. In his cat-eyed yellow eyes, beyond surprise, anger flared at encountering a true obstacle for the first time.
"Impossible!" Achalon roared. "I absorbed those powers! They are mine!"
Khaezeron's voice was now clearer and pierced Achalon's soul. "No. You brought their end. I am their beginning. You took Zeus's power, but I created the idea of the sky. You took Ra's fire, but I initiated the concept of light. Everything you stole belongs to me."
The new planets Achalon had created began to rapidly orbit Khaezeron. Without even moving a finger, Khaezeron was reverting the powers Achalon had taken back to their first and purest forms of creation.
Achalon, ablaze with rage, acted faster and more chaotically this time. He stretched out his hands and hurled dozens of black hole cores from his fingers. This was the pure art of annihilation; each had the potential to swallow a galaxy.
"Then see that even annihilation comes from me!" Achalon screamed.
Khaezeron remained calm. The endless white did not change even against this threat. Just before the black hole cores reached Khaezeron, the Creator God slowly brought his two palms together.
The moment his hands met, the cores' power to swallow was suddenly reversed. The black holes were no longer devourers, but emitters. The pure energy and matter radiating from them began to illuminate the infinite void surrounding Achalon. Every particle of light that touched Achalon's body released a portion of the power he had stolen from the defeated gods.
Achalon trembled as if in pain. His gray hair began to fall over his shoulders.
"You cannot trap me!" he said, a slight panic in his voice for the first time. "I am the end of order!"
"No, Achalon," Khaezeron said, his voice now like a judge. "You were merely the first deviation from order. And I am now correcting it."
Khaezeron opened his hands. All the energies ripped from Achalon's body now shone like the spirits of the lost gods. With this pure, recovered power, Khaezeron looked at Achalon.
"Now, leave this universe."
And with just a word, Khaezeron began to push Achalon himself toward nothingness. Achalon's 3-meter body, like a shadow hitting the walls of the universe, began to fade into the white... But before leaving, Achalon's cat-eyed, burning yellow eyes flashed with a final burst of hatred.
"This is not the end, Khaezeron! I will return! I am the very idea of nothingness! There is no end for me!"
As Achalon was swallowed into the depths of the infinite void, Khaezeron was left alone once more. Around him, new stars and new planets were forming from the divine powers he had recovered from Achalon.
Khaezeron paused for a moment, watching the creation around him. Achalon's last words were buried in eternity.
However, the Creator God knew Achalon was right. The idea of annihilation had not departed with Achalon. Achalon would return. And when he did, it would be much harder for Khaezeron to stop him this time.