As the Manifested Will rose to its full height, towering above mountains and volcanoes, the suppression that had chained Keshav finally weakened. The reason was simple—the World Will had diverted a large portion of its power into physical manifestation. And that opened a loophole.
Keshav's aura flared like a supernova contained in flesh. Time fractured around him as he stepped through a fold in space, emerging directly onto the battlefield—not among his followers, but before the colossal embodiment of the world's fury.
> "You should have stayed in the background," he said softly, voice carrying across miles like a ripple in reality.
"Now I don't have to hold back."
The World Will responded not with words but a pulse of elemental annihilation, fire, ice, wind, and stone crashing forward as a planetary roar.
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The Battle
Keshav moved.
With each step, the ground bent like fabric beneath his feet. He didn't dodge the attack—he sliced it.
Space itself parted, cleaving the wave of destruction.
Behind him, the sky closed like a zipper, untouched by the chaos.
He reached into the cracks of reality and pulled out constructs—blades of collapsed dimension, shields made from event horizons.
The World Will retaliated by rewriting local laws of nature:
Gravity bent sideways.
Light reversed direction.
Cause and effect were momentarily swapped—his wounds appeared before he was struck.
But Keshav adapted.
Using his absolute understanding of space and dimensional physics, he anchored his presence to multiple layers of reality, making him near-impossible to erase or displace.
> "You were born of thoughts and dreams," he said, parrying a celestial fist with a sphere of null-energy.
"But I am a concept sharper than belief."
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The Purpose
Despite the power he wielded, Keshav didn't aim to destroy the World Will.
He aimed to distract it.
His believers and their elemental enemies fought below, their destinies intertwined. If the World Will imposed too much, it would rob all of them of their right to grow, evolve, and clash by their own strength.
Above the scorched plains and shattered canyons, the battle between Keshav and the World Will continued to shake the skies.
The World Will, though mighty, was bound by the living essence of the world itself. Every elemental who fell, every citizen lost to the raging war, chipped away at its strength. It was not an eternal god—it was the voice of the collective, and that voice was growing quieter by the hour.
But Keshav remained unshaken.
In the midst of battle, hidden from all but the omniscient System, he accessed the shop.
> [1000 Faith = 1 Energy Point]
[Purchase Faith - Quantity: 20,000]
[-20 EP]
Streams of pure, condensed belief surged into him—faith that was copied from the unwavering devotion of his believers, bought through the System's mechanism. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough.
His form blazed again, cuts and bruises mending in real time, presence sharpening like a blade honed on purpose itself.
> "You're fading," he told the World Will, parrying its fragmented elemental spears with bare hands wrapped in spatial compression.
"And I am still at full power."
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The Shift in Power
The World Will, now weakened, had lost its once-immense omnipresence. It struck with desperate force, but its movements had become erratic, uncoordinated. The unity of the world's consciousness was unraveling as the tide of the war below turned against it.
It tried to flood the battlefield, to hurl storms, to ignite the sky, but Keshav cut through those too.
Every second he fought, he grew stronger—more precise, more refined.
And unlike the Will, his strength was fueled by belief, not bound by loss.
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A Final Exchange
As they clashed once more, the battlefield below felt the tremor of the gods. But Keshav stood dominant, untouched by exhaustion, a deity of space and silent will.
> "You were born to protect them," he whispered as he sent one final wave of compressed dimensional energy crashing into the heart of the Will's avatar.
"So watch… as they choose their path."
The World Will screamed—a sound like the weeping of mountains—and began to disperse.
It was not dead. It could not truly die.
But it had lost its right to interfere.
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The moment Keshav's believers struck down the last of the resistance, the battlefield fell into a heavy silence. Cinders cooled, the elemental flames finally flickering out. Across the shattered landscapes of the conquered world, only the victorious stood tall.
They moved quickly—Keshav's command rang through their minds, directing them with divine clarity. The survivors collected Elemental Stones, crystallized essences, and natural relics from the remains of the fallen. These were the treasures of the Elemental World, born from eons of elemental balance, now claimed in the name of a rising god.
Then—Keshav moved.
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Journey to the Core
Descending through layers of ground and lava , Keshav reached the World Core—a vast, pulsing construct of elemental light and raw will, beating at the center of the world like a heart.
He stood in silence before it.
This core was not just power—it was memory, identity, life. But now it belonged to no one.
With a motion of his hand, space twisted around it. Keshav used his Spatial Severance, cutting the World Core's link to the crumbling planet.
> [World Core Link: Disconnected]
[Core Now Unbound]
[Store in System Inventory?]
→ [Confirmed]
The World Core vanished, absorbed into the invisible space of the System's inventory, locked within his divine dominion.
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Collapse
With the core removed, the world began to fracture.
Skies trembled. Mountains wept molten tears. Oceans lost their tide. The entire world started to unravel, its structure held together only by the memory of a purpose that no longer existed.
There was no mourning.
Only inevitability.
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Return
Keshav activated his Terminal, its surface glowing softly with multicolored runes as it connected to the interdimensional network.
> [Open Portal: Destination - Divine Academy Room 417]
[Access Granted]
A silent tear in space opened before him.
He turned once to look at the dying world—its final sunset painting the sky in surreal hues—and then stepped through.
---
In an instant, he was back.
The familiar stillness of his room welcomed him. No sounds of war. No elemental rage. Just silence—and the soft hum of divine technology around him.
> [War Concluded]
[Loot Secured]
[World Core Obtained]
[Return: Successful]
He exhaled.
This was just the beginning.