The sky burned.

He stood alone atop the broken pillar of the world.   wind howling through shattered remnants,

From an Empire lost to time. 

Below him, oceans had turned black. 

Mountains trembled.

Cities were nothing but smoldering craters.

The silence was deafening. 

Even the stars had retreated.

Deseus did not kneel.

His cloak, torn and scorched, 

Whipping violently behind him.

As he continuously poured in Kono mana.

More than he has ever had before.

It seeped deep.

Deep into the fractures in his body.

His eyes, hollow yet burning, stared upward. 

Toward the nothingness above. 

Toward the thing that had answered.

It had no form. 

No shape. 

Only the suggestion of one. 

A silhouette made of everything and nothing, 

of all laws and their violations. 

The world could not look at it without bleeding.

?̴̨̛̅́̓̎̒͌͜?̷̯̬̪́͒̔͊͆̆͂́͛̕̚ͅ?̵̘̝̳̟͉͔͍̓̋̓̍͐̈̓?̷̨̨̛̥̩̥̭͇̮̙̙̝̫͇̈́̌̕?̶͚͕͉͈̙͖͒̋͂̆͐̾̐̓̑̏̕͠͠ͅ.

Deseus clenched his fists, knuckles glowing with searing Kono Mana. The weight of his own strength dragged him toward the earth, 

yet he stayed standing. 

The ground cracked beneath his feet. 

His breath, ragged and slow.

"I will not fade," he said.

"Even eternity will bow before me."

The heavens split.

A column of light, blacker than the void, fell upon him like a divine blade. 

The wind shrieked. 

The ground caved. 

Reality tore apart at its seams.

For a moment, he held it back.

His roar echoed across the spheres. 

The remnants of a thousand lifetimes screamed through his veins, fueled by purpose, by wrath, 

By the unbearable weight of knowing.

Knowing what he was never meant to know.

And then he vanished.

Where he once stood, only scorched stone remained. Silence followed, 

deeper than before. 

The skies stitched themselves shut. 

The light faded.

But the world did not forget.

From the ashes of that place, 

from the fragments of broken mana and torn soul, something drifted, silent, unseen. 

A flicker, a sliver, 

less than a whisper of what had once dared to stand against God.

It floated downward, 

carried by winds that no longer blew.

Across ravaged skies and sleeping oceans.

Toward a village buried in snow.

There it settled, forgotten by time, 

swallowed by frost, dormant and still.

A thousand winters passed.

And the soul began to stir.