Chapter 125 : The End Of Deception

Scene 1 : Lies Reign Supreme

The scene opens with Nyxar standing tall, eyes glowing with sinister confidence as he stares down MaxedInfinite, who struggles to catch his breath, battered and bruised.

Nyxar (smirking): "Did you really think you stood a chance? I am the Tyrant of Lies and Illusions. Reality bends to my will. Your efforts are meaningless."

Without hesitation, Nyxar raises his hand, summoning a swirling vortex of black and crimson energy.

Nyxar: "Echoes of Deception!"

The ability ripples through the fabric of existence, embedding countless false memories into MaxedInfinite's mind. He sees moments of betrayal, failure, and loss—fabricated nightmares woven seamlessly into his past. The weight of these lies bears down on his psyche, dulling his senses.

Taking advantage of MaxedInfinite's disorientation, Nyxar activates another technique.

Nyxar: "Fabrication Field!"

The battlefield shifts into an endless void, where the very essence of truth is stripped away. In this space, lies rule supreme. One hundred million illusions of Nyxar manifest, each wielding mastery over time, space, reality, and unparalleled physical strength. They descend upon MaxedInfinite like an unstoppable tide.

The illusions strike with merciless precision—every punch, every kick cutting through MaxedInfinite like a hot knife through butter. Blood splatters, and MaxedInfinite collapses to one knee, gasping for air.

Scene 2 : MaxedInfinite rises above and beyond

As darkness begins to cloud his vision, fragments of cherished memories flash through his mind: Eliana's smile, the moment he saved fiction from the Grim Reaper, the laughter shared with the Voyagers, and the haunting image of Kael Eel's sacrifice.

With a defiant roar, MaxedInfinite rises to his feet, eyes burning with newfound determination.

MaxedInfinite (roaring): "I REFUSE TO FALL HERE!"

In that moment, he achieves complete mastery over his pocket dimension—Ultimate Forgery. The lies surrounding him falter, flickering like dying flames. Without hesitation, he summons his Blade Of Erasure, a weapon capable of severing a character's narrative itself.

With a single slash, MaxedInfinite annihilates all 100,000,000 illusions in less than a second. Time and space hold no sway here—only his will prevails.

Nyxar stumbles back, eyes wide with disbelief.

Nyxar (stammering): "T-This can't be...!"

MaxedInfinite wastes no time. He lunges forward, slashing Nyxar across the chest. Though the tyrant is not erased, agony unlike anything he's ever known courses through his body. His screams echo across the void.

MaxedInfinite grips Nyxar by the throat, dragging him into his pocket dimension, Ultimate Forgery—a realm where MaxedInfinite reigns as the absolute Author.

Within this space, MaxedInfinite's voice reverberates like thunder.

MaxedInfinite: "In here, you're nothing but a puppet—and I'm the one pulling the strings."

With a flick of his wrist, MaxedInfinite strips Nyxar of every ounce of power—abilities, resistances, concepts, and divine authority—leaving him exposed and powerless.

Scene 3 : The End Of Deception

He then summons an endless barrage of divine weapons—each blade, spear, and arrow cutting through Nyxar like paper. Blood pools beneath the tyrant as he collapses, broken and barely clinging to life.

Nyxar (whispering, trembling): "H-How... how did you surpass the lies...?"

MaxedInfinite (grinning): "Because truth always prevails—and so does vengeance."

Raising his Blade Of Erasure high, MaxedInfinite chuckles darkly.

MaxedInfinite: "I could've just erased you outright, but watching you squirm? That's the real victory."

With one final slash, the sword cleaves through Nyxar—not just his body, but his very narrative—erasing him from existence itself.

The scene lingers for a moment, the dimension now calm and silent, MaxedInfinite sits down and heals himself and takes a bit of rest.

[Narrator's Voice, calm yet commanding]

"And so, the Tyrant of Lies meets his inevitable end—not through deception, nor through trickery, but by the unwavering will of truth. Nyxar, once feared as an indomitable force, now lies forgotten, stripped of existence itself.

MaxedInfinite, battered but unbroken, sits amid the void of his own creation. The silence is not empty but triumphant—a testament to resilience, to clarity, and to the immutable strength of conviction.

But victory here is not without cost. Scars linger, not just on the body but on the soul. For every battle won, the weight of responsibility grows heavier. Yet, in MaxedInfinite's eyes, there is no regret—only resolve.

The void hums quietly as Ultimate Forgery stabilizes, the threads of reality weaving themselves anew, free from the corruption of deceit. The battlefield may be silent now, but the war beyond rages on.

For heroes are not made in moments of peace but forged in the fires of struggle. And MaxedInfinite? He stands not as a mere warrior, but as a beacon against the shadows that dare to consume the light.

And so, the page turns. One chapter ends, but countless more lie unwritten. The question remains: Who will rise next to challenge the truth?

Only time, that ever-spinning thread of fate, shall reveal the answer."