Mystery of Existence

In the midst of conflict, the sound of clashing forces between Demons and Holy Knights resonated throughout the battlefield. The hero, Tirvakash, managed to regain his composure despite sustaining injuries. At a distance, he observed his comrade, Boithavor, as he faced the Darkness Knight with unwavering determination and a complete absence of fear. Boithavor retrieved his most formidable sword from Dimensional Storage, fully aware that none of his other weapons would endure the sheer force of the Darkness Knight's strikes. The sword glimmered under the sunlight, having been crafted from materials that are generally deemed unattainable. Nonetheless, he successfully procured these rare materials and entrusted them to a highly skilled blacksmith, confident that this artisan could create a weapon of unparalleled quality, rivaling even the Hero's Sword. The blade emanated a potent aura, resembling the effect of an object radiating heat.

"If you want to kill my comrades, you will need to pass my dead body."

Boithavor expressed his resolve to confront the Darkness Knight, clearly indicating his determination to stand by his comrades rather than retreating in fear. However, his declaration elicited laughter from the onlookers in the battle, as the Darkness Knight mocked Boithavor's steadfastness. He raised his massive sword to his shoulder and responded with a dismissive tone.

"I'm here just to see you guys once again, do you really think that all of you could win against me? Not a chance. I could just kill all of you if i wanted too. But, what's the fun is that? Killing the infamous Hero and his party to which all humans crestfallen to see their savior dead within the hand of the General. That just straight to an ending."

The Darkness Knight's words were laced with mockery, his tone dripping with contempt as he proclaimed that he could have defeated them all from the very beginning—a claim that was undeniably true. He had once forced the Hero and his party to retreat, leaving behind a trail of fallen knights and shattered morale. Boithavor's blood boiled at the taunt, his grip tightening around his sword's hilt as fury ignited within him. His face flushed with rage, unwilling to accept the scorn of the Darkness Knight. Stepping forward with resolve, Boithavor prepared to unleash a powerful strike. Yet, the Darkness Knight remained motionless, standing tall and unshaken despite the impending assault. There was no fear in his eyes, no sign of concern — only a smug smirk that taunted Boithavor further, as if daring him to attack with all his might. With a fierce roar, Boithavor launched himself at the unmoving figure, his body soaring through the air as he raised his blade high, ready to deliver a devastating blow. Yet, even as he descended with all his strength focused on the strike, the Darkness Knight did not flinch, his defiance unwavering.

As Boithavor approached the Darkness Knight, he executed a powerful downward swing of his sword aimed directly at the knight's head. However, in a matter of moments, his formidable strike unexpectedly collided with the sword of the Darkness Knight. Boithavor was taken aback; he was certain that there had been a clear path for his attack. Even as he advanced closer, he had distinctly observed the Darkness Knight's sword resting on his shoulder. To his surprise, the sword had suddenly appeared and effectively intercepted his assault.

"Surprised? Well you should be."

He then thrust his sword and executed a sweeping motion, propelling Boithavor backward.

"Impossible! I swear there is nothing when i'm striking him. But how did he manage to blocked my attack swiftly or... In mere second."

Boithavor shook his head to clear his thoughts as he set aside his curiosity and questions. He positioned himself once more to deliver a powerful strike. However, just as he was about to leap to amplify his attack, the Darkness Knight appeared abruptly before him, wielding a sword in his right hand. With an exceptional swiftness that was nearly imperceptible, the Darkness Knight swung the sword towards Boithavor. Anticipating the impending strike, Boithavor managed to react in time, successfully blocking the forceful assault with his own sword. He placed his other hand on the back of the sword to provide additional support against the impact. The ground beneath him fractured, creating a series of small craters, and he felt the immense weight of the Darkness Knight's strike, as if he were holding an entire house that had fallen upon him.

Unexpectedly, Darkness Knight delivered a powerful strike to Boithavor's chest, leading to a violent reaction that caused Boithavor to cough blood. The force of the impact propelled him sharply backward, making it impossible for him to regain his footing. Consequently, he collapsed onto the floor adjacent to his comrades. Meanwhile, his friends were occupied with efforts to assist a severely injured companion when they witnessed Boithavor's fall beside them.

"Boith!"

Tohkav rushed toward Boithavor's fallen form and immediately began to channel Heal Magic to mend his injuries. Boithavor slowly sat up, his body trembling from the shock of the sudden, brutal attack. The pain still resonated deep within him — the impact had fractured several ribs, with his sternum bearing the brunt of the blow, now cracked and vulnerable. Yet, under the influence of Heal Magic, his broken bones gradually began to realign and mend, restoring themselves to their previous, healthy state.

However, the process was slow and painstaking. The effectiveness of Heal Magic depended heavily on the caster's mastery — those with high-level skill could heal more swiftly, with higher precision and quality. As Tohkav worked to restore his comrade, the Darkness Knight advanced toward them, his armored figure looming ominously. A cruel smirk played beneath his helmet as he watched the human warrior struggle to withstand even his weakest assault. He relished the sight of human suffering.

"Is that all you got? You've hold the title of 'Strongest Man Alive' yet look at you. Powerless before me. You don't deserve to be the Strongest."

The Darkness Knight laughed again, provoking his opponent to engage in combat in order to provide further entertainment. Nevertheless, Boithavor was unable to withstand the attacks from the Darkness Knight. Although he was filled with rage due to the mocking remarks, he acknowledged that he could not confront his adversary alone. The Darkness Knight leaped forward, exhibiting a speed that exceeded the sound barrier. Suddenly, an object was propelled towards the Darkness Knight, identified as a beam, which struck him. However, the Darkness Knight adeptly blocked the attack, causing the beam to deflect into the sky. As the beam dissipated, an unexpected occurrence surprised the Darkness Knight. The Hero emerged just as the beam cleared, launching a formidable strike that impacted the Darkness Knight's block. Mid-air, the Darkness Knight was propelled to the side but managed to stabilize himself.

"Oh... You've finally here, Hero. Trying to save your friends i see. But you should know, you can't beat me. You. Are. Weak. Hero."

A spark of anger raise upon Tirvakash, those mocking words were leading him into his limit. He's not tolerate the mockery to him and the rest of his friends and humans, the eyes filled with a fire of hatred, his hands gripped tightly onto the handle of his sword. Then, around his body emits an Holy Authority — shining his whole body which also improved all of his physical strength and speed, this is one of the powers that only Hero has it. Enraged, he dashed forward in speed that faster than before, however, it's not enough to equal to Darkness's speed and reaction. Easily blocked the strikes using his sword. Tirvakash continuously swaying his sword into Darkness Knight while also moving to try to find a blind spot, however there's no blind spot as Darkness Knight still blocking the strikes and also counter it with swaying his sword too. The clashes between Darkness Knight and Tirvakash shock the entire army, The Hero able to stand fight against him. But then, the Darkness Knight said this.

"I've had enough, let's end this battle."

Amidst the fierce clash of swords, the Darkness Knight suddenly drove his empty fist into Tirvakash's chest with devastating force, the impact powerful enough to create a shockwave that rippled through Tirvakash's back. Without hesitation, the knight followed up with a vicious kick to his torso, sending him hurtling sideways. Tirvakash crashed into the floor with such force that the ground beneath him shattered.

Stunned, he looked up at the Darkness Knight, his face etched with disbelief. The speed of Darkness Knight was far greater than before — even quicker than his previous speed. Before Tirvakash could regain his footing, the Darkness Knight appeared before him in a blur of motion, as if moving with a flash-step. With ruthless precision, he swung his sword, the blade cleaving through Tirvakash's armor. The impact sent him stumbling backward before he dropped to his knees, a sharp, searing pain radiating through his chest. He looked down, horror washing over him as he saw the deep gash carved across his torso, blood pouring from the wound. A violent cough wracked his body, causing him to vomit blood onto the shattered floor. Pain coursed through him in relentless waves as he clutched the wound with his trembling left hand, desperately trying to stem the bleeding.

"Well well well, isn't it adorable to see such Hero kneeled down while your enemies stand tall in front of you. I expect more of you, but, my expectations are higher than i thought, it's truly dissapointed me, Hero. Now, this is what happened for you messing with The General of Demon."

Darkness raised his sword high and swung it down toward the wounded body of Tirvakash. The Darkness Knight wore a smirk, his expression appearing to mock his weakened adversary. At that moment, Tirvakash's companions looked on, their eyes widened in shock as they witnessed Darkness Knight poised to deliver the final blow to the Hero.

"No! Tirvakash!"

They shouted, Borboish, the Dwarf, rushed forward to intervene in the impending strike from the Darkness Knight. However, due to his slower pace, the swing of the Darkness Knight's sword was considerably more rapid. Just as the sword approached Tirvakash's neck, an unexpected force descended onto the battlefield, creating a significant impact that caused the entire world to tremble. This seismic event was felt by everyone, including the Demon King, who expressed surprise at its intensity. The conflict between the armies of the Heroes and the Demons abruptly halted as they experienced the profound quake, with many combatants losing their footing due to its severity.

Amidst the turmoil, a dense cloud of smoke and dust became apparent. The Darkness Knight also ceased his attack and turned his gaze toward this emerging cloud. As the smoke began to dissipate, a figure became visible — a man clad in a distinctive Mage uniform, characterized by an oversized, renowned mage hat. The attire vastly differed from the typical garments seen in the realm, suggesting it was crafted by forces beyond human ability. The man adjusted his uniform and, upon noting the assembled crowd, was suddenly met with an outburst of voices from the Holy Knights, who pointed directly at him.

"Wait! I know that guy! He's part of the Higher-Level Mages — the legendary Overseer of Mage! This is incredible!"

The gathering erupted in gasps of astonishment upon the revelation that the individual in question was the Overseer of Mage. The Demons gradually retreated, their expressions reflecting apprehension, as they recognized the prudence of their withdrawal. Even the Darkness Knight could only regard the man with a perspiring countenance before sheathing his sword upon his back.

"Everyone retreat!"

Darkness Knight issued a command to retreat from the battlefield, recognizing that the Overseer of Mage was aligned with the human forces. Subsequently, all demons vacated the battlefield, leaving only the Overseer of Mage, the Holy Knight, the Hero, and his companions.

"It seems that you guys are fighting against Demons, and-"

The individual observes that The Hero and two of his companions are injured. In response, the Overseer of Mage raises his hand towards their direction and applies healing magic from a distance. The wounds of all three individuals are treated instantaneously, including those with severe injuries. This demonstration reflects merely a fraction of the powers held by the Overseer of Mage.

"Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Wirshosh Tyoir. As you may be aware, I am a member of the Overseer of Mage."

He stated, as he began to walk towards the Hero, simultaneously surveying the individuals around him while continuing to speak.

"We have been engaged in combat against an entity far more powerful than we anticipated; we have designated this entity as 'The Figure.' This being has easily defeated us and has manipulated our efforts with apparent ease like we are just a mere-toy."

He articulated this statement with an elevated tone, expressing his frustration, but after a brief period, he composed himself. The Holy Knights exchanged glances, questioning the details of his statement due to their limited knowledge regarding the mission of the Overseer of Mage. The Commander of the Holy Knights stepped forward to inquire further.

"Mr. Wirshosh, I am the Commander of the Holy Knights. May I request clarification on the situation above and the identity of 'The Figure' you have referenced?"

Wirshosh turned his attention to the Commander of the Holy Knights. He sighed, hesitating over whether to disclose information pertaining to a conflict that even ordinary mortals might struggle to comprehend. Ultimately, however, Wirshosh decided to share the full account of the events that had transpired.

"Alright then. So, when we've found out that a really dangerous being has entered our territory. When we made contact with it, we realized it's unlike anything we've ever seen before. We can't even describe what it looks like; it's just beyond our understanding. The other Overseers of Mage think this being might come from somewhere outside the normal Multiverse, existing in dimensions that are hard to grasp. The info we have on it is pretty scarce. One day, we got into a fight with this being, and it completely overwhelmed us with its sheer power. We were totally outmatched, and most of us ended up seriously injured. Thankfully, we managed to escape using a teleportation spell to a safe spot. Now we're gearing up to face it again, determined to be ready for whatever comes next."

He paused for a moment, drawing in a deep breath, before continuing to speak with renewed energy.

"When I was thrown into Earth, I had actually traveled for a very long time, passing through numerous universes. By the time I arrived on Earth, the battle was already over. However, we knew that he posed a dangerous threat to humanity."

He adjusted the mage hat and then approached the Commander of the Holy Knights to extend a handshake. The Commander accepted immediately, recognizing that he had already safeguarded them from threats that exceeded their capabilities. Furthermore, his presence had compelled the General of Demons and his army to retreat.

"Unfortunately, I must go now. The rest of the Overseers are creating a plan to cease the threat. Goodbye and good luck on defeating the Demon King."

He signaled approval with a thumbs-up, and then, without warning, he disappeared entirely. There was no remaining trace of his presence or any indication of his magic at that location. All Holy Knights and others were rendered speechless, having witnessed an event that transcended their understanding of strength and power. The Commander broke the silence and commanded his troops to advance, as The Hero and his party received healing from Wirshosh. They proceeded deeper into the territory, carefully maneuvering to avoid the remnants of the retreating armies of the Darkness Knight, they successfully captured numerous towns and villages, consolidating their position until reinforcements could arrive, simultaneously enhancing their strength and capabilities in preparation for an eventual confrontation with the Darkness Knight.

In the realm of the 3.450-Dimensions, Wirshosh arrived at a planet situated in a distinct universe. This particular universe exists outside the confines of the known Universe, categorizing it as part of a broader Multiverse. Upon landing in front of a sophisticated structure equipped with advanced technologies designed to conceal its presence from potential adversaries, Wirshosh proceeded toward the building's entrance. A scanning machine emerged from the side of the doors, recognizing him as one of the Overseers; consequently, the doors opened automatically, granting him admission without issue.

Inside, the facility was populated by a diverse array of species and entities, including several abstract forms. For a human observer, this environment presented a remarkable tableau of coexistence among various beings across the Multiverses. These entities had formed alliances to address a significant threat known as The Figure. A consortium of scientists hailing from different Multiverses had convened to conduct research on the previous confrontation between the Overseers of Mages and The Figure.

Their investigations revealed the staggering scale of The Figure's power unleashed upon this creation, resulting in a shocking revelation for all involved, as well as for the Multiverse at large. The energy source responsible for these unprecedented phenomena was found to be more expansive than previously anticipated; it was speculated that the minuscule particle serving as the origin of this energy could be comparable to the size of a marble, with that marble representing the scale of Multiverses. Furthermore, the scientists made another astonishing discovery: the source of The Figure's energy did not emanate from this universe, nor did it exist within the known confines of this existence. Rather, it likely originated from realms beyond the known expanse of existence, yet to be fully explored.

Due to insufficient information and knowledge, many remain inclined to categorize these concepts as theories. While there is considerable debate among individuals regarding their validity, a consensus has emerged that the power at play exceeds their comprehension and capabilities. Consequently, certain information is kept confidential, stemming from concerns that public disclosure across multiple universes could incite widespread panic and chaos.

Wirshosh proceeded through a high-clearance area where guards were stationed to verify personnel clearance in accordance with the designated access level. Upon presenting his Overseer's badge, he was granted immediate entry without issue. He navigated the elongated corridor, which resembled a labyrinth, before arriving at the meeting room. The space was unexpectedly large, furnished with a multitude of tables and chairs, each designated for an Overseer.

The seating was arranged in such a manner that it faced a platform with a podium, which would later be used to discuss the prevailing situations. Wirshosh took his place at the designated seat and observed as several Overseers of Mages entered the meeting room and occupied their respective seats. Each individual was attired in distinct uniforms, varying in color and design, including Wirshosh's. These differences symbolize the various divisions within the upper echelon of Mages, each division serving unique functions that are fundamentally divergent from the frameworks utilized by the lower-tier Mage divisions.

A figure emerged on the platform and approached the podium, placing both hands on the rear side of it. Subsequently, he began to deliver an announcement.

"Hello fellow Overseers, and the leaders of each divisions. Thank you for coming into this meeting. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Gorhislo, and i'm here to discuss about the threat that we faced before. One of the division are complete lost against that entity, and cause an destruction across the Existence, threatened the earth and Humanity. And so, we need a plan to cease the threat and protect our kind."

A wall behind him transformed into a large black screen, which promptly displayed a statistical analysis of the radiation levels produced by each of the attacks from The Figure's powers that had impacted the battlefield. The data indicated that the radiation was causing significant distortions in numerous realities, leading to the bending of space-time akin to the properties of steel. Furthermore, it was observed that the dimensions themselves were becoming distorted as the effects of the radiation propagated at a rate surpassing any conceivable concepts, even the time itself.

"As you guys can see, once the fight is over. The remaining powers, or should i say 'Radiation' had spreads across the existence, infecting numerous realities and dimensions to the point where its corrupted. It's causing a distortion to all realities that got infected."

The presentation depicted a series of images illustrating a network of realities that have become distorted and corrupted. Multiple dimensions displayed signs of infection, presenting a harrowing tableau of suffering and destruction, akin to a literal manifestation of hell. Notably, the exits to subsequent dimensions, often likened to wormholes, proved ineffective in mitigating this chaos. The incidents resulting from these disturbances have led to countless casualties across each dimension and plane of existence. This situation has rendered the stability of Creation precarious, necessitating intervention from the Overseer of Mages to effectively address and manage these challenges.

"The casualties from the chaos is that... It's too much, it's uncountable casualties or even more, and that just a mere powers from The Figure, yet it already cause so many beings to dead. As some plane of realities are literally dead some others shattered apart. But such powerful being entered our territory for what purpose? If he wanted to kill us, he would done it much earlier."

He articulated the significance of their threat and the rationale behind the manifestation of that being within this region, acknowledging the necessity for increased caution. During the discussion, one of the overseers raised his hand, to which Gorhislo granted permission to speak. He adjusted the microphone and began his remarks.

"Sorry for interrupting, our division had analyzed the movement of The Figure, and it's quite like he observed something that we still don't know. I think something that made him peak is interest in whatever it is. And that's all our division knows."

After that, he sat down. Gorhislo pondered for a while, considering the information presented to him. In hindsight, it made sense — before the battle between the Overseer of Mages and The Figure, the latter had not initiated any aggression. In fact, it was the Overseer who struck first, only to suffer a humiliating defeat. To think that the catalyst for this destruction was their own attack on The Figure… He set that realization aside and continued with the meeting. The discussion lasted for quite some time, focusing on strategies to contain the radiation, evacuate the remaining survivors, and formulate plans to neutralize the threat. However, unbeknownst to them, The Figure was watching. He had full knowledge of their plans and the location of their base. A grin spread across his face as he stood atop the very Concept of Space-Time itself. He had only one objective—to annihilate the gathering of the Overseer of Mages. Yet, he remained motionless, observing everything unfold. The present? He could see it. The past? It lay before him. The future? It, too, was within his sight. To him, all of time existed simultaneously. An intense energy radiated around him, distorting the very fabric of reality and bending the fundamental nature of Space-Time. With his power, he could erase existence itself from a distance, transcending the confines of conventional reality. But where was the fun in that? No, true satisfaction would come from manifesting himself, from descending into the fray and unleashing chaos upon those who dared to stand in his way.

The entity vanished and subsequently materialized outside the designated planet while remaining in a higher dimension. Within the facility, alarms sounded throughout, indicating the presence of immense power near the planet. The beings inside the building reacted with panic as the meeting came to an abrupt halt due to the blaring alarms. All members of the Council of Mages were rendered speechless by the unfolding situation, standing in unison to observe the alarming signals. Before anyone could respond, the entire planet abruptly exploded. All individuals, with the exception of the Council of Mages, perished in the event. The surviving members immediately assumed defensive stances in the expanse of space, scanning their surroundings in search of the source of the attack. Moments later, a figure descended from the higher dimension and positioned itself before them, crossing its arms across its chest and displaying a grin. The Council members were overcome with terror as they recognized that the threat they had been deliberating upon now stood before them.

"Well well well, isn't nice to see Overseer of Mages in defensive forms. And i assume, there's a divisions as well in each different uniforms, it looks more interesting."

Gorhislo stepped forward, pushing aside his fellow Overseer as he approached The Figure. Though a light sheen of sweat gathered on his brow, he maintained his composure, determined not to show any fear in the presence of this imposing presence.

"What bring you here, don't you realize you've killed countless innocent beings?! Do you even have a moral or even sympathy?!"

Gorhislo stated, with a tone of frustration and clarity, that The Figure felt no guilt or remorse regarding his actions; instead, he found amusement in Gorhislo's words. Gorhislo was taken aback by the extent of The Figure's cruelty..

"You thought that i have a sympathy to them? They are but just a mere mortals, they can die and lived on heaven or hell. But i am, the one that encompassed everything. Death? It does not work on me, Life? Ha! What's that? I am a God of The Multiverse, far from what you've seen. And don't you think that The Multiverse are in this confine, how silly of you. Let me tell you, this Multiverse and The Multiverse are much very different, like a different realm that unbound to every conventional Creation."

They could not comprehend the extent of such cruelty, as he proclaimed himself a God of the Multiverse and unveiled the existence of realms beyond the confines of their reality — realms that were unattainable even to them. Gorhislo wrestled with his fear, unable to suppress the resentment he felt towards The Figure's arrogant declarations.

"I do not believe you are the God of The Multiverse, and you dare to treat us like a some toys! You've known how dangerous your powers are! Leaving radiation that causes mass-infection across infinite realities! Even it affects Dimensions itself!"

Everyone agreed with him, and they slowly began preparing their magic spells to strike at The Figure. He merely stared at them with a mocking expression, his stance seemingly unguarded, his body appearing riddled with vulnerabilities.

One of the Overseers emboldened, struck first — chanting a series of destructive and lethal spells before unleashing them upon The Figure. As the attacks landed, a powerful shockwave erupted, followed by a thick veil of smoke. However, as the dust settled, they were met with a chilling sight — The Figure stood unscathed, unmoved despite taking a direct hit.

A smirk formed on his lips. He calmly uncrossed his arms, raising one hand with his palm facing them. In an instant, darkness consumed everything around them. The very fabric of existence vanished, yet on The Figure's side, the glow of countless universes remained untouched.

The Overseers' eyes widened in sheer terror as the horrifying truth set in — he had just erased entire infinite universes with a single motion. Before they could react, The Figure materialized before them in an instant. Without hesitation, his hand lashed out, striking one of the Overseers square in the face with overwhelming force.

The Overseer was sent hurtling backward at a speed surpassing that of light itself. Without hesitation, the other Overseers launched a relentless assault, bombarding The Figure with a continuous barrage of attacks. Some engaged him in hand-to-hand combat, enhancing their strength and speed to their absolute limits.

Yet, their efforts were in vain. No attack, no force, not even their combined strength could so much as scratch The Figure. He moved effortlessly, countering each strike with precision, despite being vastly outnumbered. The sheer overwhelming power he wielded was undeniable — several Overseers of Mages fell before him with ease.

In an instant, The Figure summoned a barrage of energy beams, each unleashing catastrophic destruction across the very fabric of Existence. The resulting explosions were so immense that they rivaled the size of entire universes. And yet, he was holding back — not even exerting a mere fraction of his true power. The clashes between both sides shook the entire plane of Existence and reality itself. The Overseers of Mages, now desperate, unleashed their strongest spells, pouring every ounce of their power into a final, decisive attack. But their efforts proved futile — their magic simply deflected into the void, vanishing without a trace. The sheer magnitude of the explosions caused massive quakes, rippling through everything in proximity. Exhausted and drained, the Overseers faltered. Meanwhile, The Figure remained unchanged, unscathed, as if he had not exerted even the slightest effort. Each clash of power shattered infinite planes of reality, dimensions, and the very fabric of Space-Time.

Gorhislo, summoning his last reserves of strength, chanted a powerful spell while moving at speeds surpassing the very concept of time itself. His magic was an advanced manipulation of Space-Time, capable of warping reality and unleashing devastating spheres of condensed energy — capable of obliterating both structures and fundamental concepts depending on their intensity. Reaching the pinnacle of his spell's power, he unleashed his attack.

Yet, before it could reach The Figure, it was effortlessly countered by an unknown force. The resulting explosion consumed everything in its wake, darkening the very essence of Space itself — leaving behind nothing but an empty, infinite void.

One of Overseer had manage land a punch to The Figure's abstract face, however it just pass through the head of him, in that moment The Figure smirked, the Overseer immediately felt something wrong, when he look down — his body are disappearing eventually he vanish from Existence. No trace of manas or powers on that spot, The Figure had activate one of his power. And that moment, Overseer of Mages felt truly feared, they crowded themselves and make a safe distance from The Figure. They had lost one of their kind and now they need to escape fast. The Figure raise his hand high up then turned into a fist, all of Overseers are confused by the action of him, but then, they felt something strange, something wrong. After a moment they realized that The Figure were grasped the literal Concepts of Space-Time and Causality in one hand.

"Oh. Y'all sensed it. Yes, i've grasped the concepts of causality and Space-Time of this confine Existence. Once it broke, there would be no Causality and Space-Time. Everything will be consumed by the darkness, however, i'm not doing it, i have something important that lived upon this Existence. Hence, i won't destroy this unless THAT BEING leaves the Existence. And so, i will give you guys a chance to run away and do not ever interrupt my plans."

The Overseer of Mages exhibited signs of trepidation, prompting one among them to initiate a teleportation spell to another universe as an opportunity presented by The Figure. Consequently, they vanished from the location, leaving behind only a void and a limited number of surviving universes. The Figure observed the extensive devastation inflicted upon the infinite realms as a result of the confrontation. He relinquished his grasp on the fundamental concepts and subsequently dissipated. This cosmos had succumbed to the repercussions of their conflict. The profound silence of the desolate expanse enveloped this cosmos; however, this existence began to undergo a process of restoration, manifesting new universes and multiverses. All planes of reality began to reemerge, with concepts evolving both in quality and quantity. Ultimately, equilibrium was restored, allowing all beings to once again inhabit the cosmos, which had fully recovered.They bodies shivers in fear, and one of them immediately spelled a teleportation to another Universe as The Figure gave the chance. Then, they gone from the place, all that left just a empty void and few Universes that alive. The Figure sees the infinite plane of realities had been destroyed by the fight. He ungrasp the concepts then also vanished. Now, this Cosmos has fallen down by the battle of them. The silence of empty Space and a void surrounded this Cosmos, fear not, this place, this Existence, this Cosmos, slowly fixing themselves by creating more Universes and Multiverses and all of the planes of realities began to appear, with all concepts become stronger in terms qualities and quantities. Now, everything goes back to normal, all beings exist once again. The Cosmos had fully recovered...

-To Be Continued...