"You rule rebellion," Erevan said calmly, stepping forward as laws shattered behind him.
"But I rule outcomes."
The Sovereign unleashed its presence.
Hope died. Time twisted. Death screamed.
Nothing reached Erevan.
[ALL MANIPULATION NULLIFIED]
[CAUSE AND EFFECT OVERRIDDEN]
For the first time, the Sovereign felt something unfamiliar.
Fear.
"WHAT ARE YOU?" it roared.
Erevan stood before the throne now, cosmic storms silent.
"I am the one who does not kneel," he said.
Then he spoke the final verdict.
"Your reign ends without resistance."
The Crimson Throne collapsed.
Not destroyed.
Rejected.
And across the multiverse, beings felt it
The weight was gone.