Chapter 14 (Part 4)

With the dust settling, the Forever Man cast one last, knowing glance at the Destroyer before stepping away. No words were needed—for now.

And right on cue, Vermont appeared. His presence was like a quiet chime breaking the silence. "I believe it is time to inform your subjects of what has transpired… and what will continue to transpire."

Superman arched an eyebrow. Trunks, arms folded, gave a knowing nod.

Gohan inhaled deeply. "I mentioned earlier that a shift had begun—one I can't stop," he stated, his voice calm but firm. His words carried across the cosmos; trillions, maybe quadrillions, were listening.

"To keep it simple, the infinite structure known as the Abyss has decided to flex its muscles. The King of… well, everything, has left. And they won't be back for a very, very, very long time." He let that sink in.

As if to drive his point home, the universe itself trembled.

"The Abyss?" Superman questioned.

"Those shakes that made you feel like you were being torn apart? Yeah, that was Reality's will saying goodbye." He rolled his shoulders. "And the worst is yet to come... I have to seize control of our afterlife, or no one will ever find rest again." His grip tightened, and with an audible rip, he tore into the fabric of space-time. "Makaiya, assistance!" he commanded, summoning the Supreme Kaio.

"I can't wield magic like a Glind. I need you to handle the delicate part," Gohan admitted. Makaiya nodded but hesitated as Gohan stared him down.

"You can't make a mistake, Makaiya," Gohan emphasized. The weight of those words settled in.

Another tremor rumbled—not catastrophic, but enough to remind the cosmos that their connection to the Otherworld was slipping, phantoms increasing in number.

"There will be no second chances," Vermont murmured, staff in hand. "The mist is widening the divide, milord."

Gohan's aura flared as his body bulged with power, his Beast form flickering. The tear in reality pulsed ominously, black and white lightning arcing through it.

For a moment, he hesitated, gazing into the abyss.

"I can pull this reality together," he muttered, his aura flaring. "But I am no Grand Zeno." Then, without further delay, he thrust his arm into the void. The tear shimmered in sync with his Ki as he reached deeper, sensing the shifting currents within.

And then—

Pain.

A sharp, searing agony shot through him. He staggered, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. His vision blurred before he forced himself into his full Beast form, easing the strain but not eliminating it.

"That," he grunted, wiping his mouth, "was the universe ramming into—let's call it a whale." He gritted his teeth, his Ki surging to counter the pain. The phantoms weren't to be revealed. Not yet.

Across the cosmos, tension mounted. Fear, uncertainty. It was palpable.

"Come on… come on…" Gohan muttered, his arm beginning to burn away, the void's mist eating into him.

It suddenly dug deeper, hitting the bone.

"ARGH!" He screamed, the markings on his chest flaring.

Vermont approached, tapping his staff against Gohan's back. A golden light wrapped around him—then vanished, the pain crashing back tenfold.

Vermont frowned. "I believe I cannot halt the Abyss's affliction, milord."

Gohan groaned. "Not even you, Vermont?"

Shaking his head, Gohan pushed his Ki to new heights—but no matter how much he burned, he just couldn't shake it.

Tension thickened.

All the while, a little girl stirred in Superman's arms, her senses fully embracing the overwhelming power of her father.

Meanwhile, someone else burned with frustration.

Enchantress had not forgotten.

The humiliation. The chase. The escape. The arrogance of that deity, the smug look on his face. Every thought stoked her rage. And in that fury, her gaze landed on something unexpected.

A tome. Just lying there.

She glanced around. Conveniently, the Angel was nowhere to be seen.

Her fingers twitched.

"Merno?" she whispered into the shadows.

No answer.

Her gaze returned to the book. Slowly, she reached down and picked it up.

"Namekian Magic."

And with that, fate's gears turned once more.

The tome felt alive under her touch, the ancient text shifting as though sentient. "Namekian Magic"… The words carried weight, something older than the Kai arts she had stolen.

She had thought Supreme Kai magic was the pinnacle—refined, absolute. But this?

She flipped through the pages, absorbing the spiraling glyphs. Unlike the Kais' rigid spells, Namekian magic bent reality itself, flowing like water. No divine commandments. No restrictions.

It was raw. Pure. Untamed.

And yet…

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"What if I combined them?"

Supreme Kai magic had granted her divinity. But if she merged it with Namekian sorcery—combined their strengths—she wouldn't just be powerful. She would be unstoppable.

A true player in this celestial game of cat and mouse.

She carved a sigil into the ground, a fusion of Kai and Namekian script. Contradictory forces, forced into alignment—yet somehow, it worked.

Golden Kai energy flickered alongside a deep green glow.

She raised her hands.

"A spell that shouldn't be possible…"

A technique beyond Supreme Kais. Beyond Namekians.

Control over time-space itself.

Not observation. Not passive divination.

True manipulation.

She steadied herself.

"No hesitation."

She spoke the incantation.

The ground trembled. Magic spiraled around her, golden and emerald arcs clashing in the void. The sigils pulsed wildly, barely holding together.

Then—

Reality twisted.

It worked.

For one brief, perfect moment, she existed everywhere her memory remained. Time yielded to her.

Then—

It rejected her.

The magics rebelled. The sigils distorted. A horrid screech filled the air as the forces she had fused turned volatile.

Pain.

Not physical. Not divine fatigue. Something deeper.

Her very essence was unraveling.

Blood spewed from her lips. Her vision blurred.

The spell still spiraled out of control. If she didn't stop it—she'd be erased.

With the last of her strength, she severed the connection.

Then—

The explosion.

She screamed as she was hurled backward, colliding with ruins. Her body burned, her soul fractured.

She barely clung to consciousness.

She had survived.

But at a cost.

Agony greeted her. Moving was impossible. Even summoning magic sent pain lancing through her body.

She hated it.

Yet, one truth burned into her mind:

Namekian Magic wasn't just powerful.

It was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

And one day… she would master it.

Even if it took her months to recover.