The Weight of the Heavens II

Confusion twisted the god's face. "Where—where is it?! Every god has a Book of Fate! Where is yours?! You're a god, aren't you?!"

Alex's cold eyes met his. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I was never meant to have one to begin with."

The god's eyes widened in horror, but before he could react, Alex reached forward, effortlessly seizing his Book of Fate. The moment it left the god's existence, he vanished—erased like all the others before him.

Alex barely paid him any mind. Instead, his gaze turned toward the sky. The Outer God's hand was descending upon the earth, vast and unstoppable.

He closed his eyes.

And for the first time, he felt the power coursing through him.

Across the battlefield, chaos erupted as the Outer God's hand loomed above, an apocalyptic shadow swallowing the sky. The sheer size of it made the air thick, suffocating, as if existence itself trembled under its weight.