The Dark Titan's expression twisted with shock — the first time emotion broke through his void-like face. Watching one of it's strongest attack erased before his cosmic eyes by a young primordial elder god was surprising. He might not have reached the mighty and power of the primordial elder gods who transcended existence from beyond. Beings equal to Omega Titans of the Titan race, one level above him. But he can't agree that a young primordial elder god can stop his attack easily like that.
Ashur's voice echoed, calm, absolute.
"Everything you throw at me… is fated to disappear."
The Dark Titan launched another attack to this young primordial. A blade of voidfire able to cleave through dimensions manifested intending to cut through the fate of Ashur-ll'Zhara and bring him to oblivion.
The blade's fire made even the onlookers unable to watch it as it was hotter than hundreds of suns stack together. The only reason Omary and all the Alien army was alive was because of the protection of Ashur-ll'Zhara.
When the blade came close to Ashur-ll'Zhara, a strange situation occur. It evaporated.
The dark titan unwilling to accept it, he followed with a scream — a curse of entropy meant to unravel Ashur's essence into forgotten syllables of dead creation.
But the scream fizzled into silence.
He launched a barrage of eldritch sigils and universe-consuming flame but all of them were erased into nothingness. As the fate absolute voice said " They're fated to disappear."
The dark titan sent anti-reality spikes — each one more impossible than the last. Each one more powerful than the last capable of extinguishing life across universes.
Alas each one met the same fate.
They *disappeared* before reaching Ashur.
Omary fell to one knee, overwhelmed by the spectacle. "He's not just defending himself," he realized aloud. "He's rewriting reality *before* the attacks even happen. His *fate*... his existence... denies them."
Ashur-ll'Zhara's took a single step forward, the battlefield bent around him. Not space, not time — but *causality* itself curved to his will. Watching the dark titan showing his power while thinking about the titan race. The dark titan's not weak, it's just that his enemy is too strong.
The Dark Titan's roars turned into frustration — then fear.
"You've lost control," Ashur said softly. "This is no longer your war."
He raised one hand, palm outward.
"I may not be the strongest. I may not be the fastest. I am not even the most ruthless. But I am one thing you cannot touch…"
A glowing thread of fate ignited from his heart, wrapping the air in lines of prophecy.
"*I am inevitable.*"
The Dark Titan screamed, charging with the fury of a dying pantheon.
Ashur raised a single finger.
A pulse echoed through all things.
The charge stopped.
The Dark Titan froze mid-motion.
Ashur-ll'Zhara voice carried across the infinite world, heard in every star, in every heart.
"This battle was over before it began."
And then, from his finger a big thread of fate materialized originated in the dark titan's chest. Putting his fingers in form of scissors he cut the thread causing it to disappear
The Dark Titan began to crack.
From within.
As if his very *concept* was unraveling — fated to *fail*, not because of weakness, but because his *story* had already reached its destined end.
Omary watched in awe, tears in his eyes.
"...Is this the power of fate?"
Neila whispered, "It's the power of one who's written the end of a story… and is now reading it out loud."
And as the Dark Titan crumbled, his body twisting into streams of dark matter, his scream faded, swallowed by silence.
Ashur-ll'Zhara lowered his hand. "Your end was never uncertain," he said quietly. "It was merely delayed."
The battlefield was still again.
The looming threat that had cast its shadow across existence… was gone.
Not destroyed but simply erased.