The Voice of the Ancestral Creator was no longer a whisper in the foundation of reality—it was here, incarnated through a Divine Projection Avatar layered with the Ten Infinite Forms of Conceptual Truth.
Even the stars wept.
Even the void went silent.
And all beings—Above All, Sovereign Primordials, Lords of Samsara, and lesser gods alike—trembled.
All except one.
Anu.
He stood—burning with the Crown of Chosen Supremacy, veins brimming with Ten Thousand Laws, his back turned to Sul, Cal, and Moac.
He faced the Divine Projection, defiant.
"I have climbed every hell, slain every titan, absorbed every truth.
What will you do, Creator? Erase me? I am now a part of your creation's belief!"
The Voice spoke not with volume, but with Lawful Finality.
"Belief is a flame.
But flame too can be quenched."
The skies bled.
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A Judgment Unfolding
Cal knelt, sweat dripping from his brow as the pressure of the Divine Avatar crushed existence itself.
Sul coughed golden blood, holding Moac upright.
They watched… silent.
The war was now between Anu and the Source Itself.
Anu stepped forward.
"If you erase me, you erase your own creation's will.
So go ahead.
Try."
The Avatar raised its arm.
All existence froze.
All laws paused.
Then came a single word:
"DENIAL."
And from the Avatar's palm erupted the Law of Cosmic Reversal, a strike that unwrote anything it touched from all timelines, all realities, even from memory.
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The Counter
Anu snarled—and for the first time, invoked his Final Authority:
"I reject your rejection.
I invoke the Chaos Seed—birthed from the Core of Infinite Beginnings!"
His chest cracked open.
Inside was not a heart.
But a glowing seed, pulsing with Absolute Origin Chaos—a remnant of a reality older than the Creator.
He threw it.
And the Creator's beam collided with it.