Chapter 127 : War's Triumph

Scene 1 : Defiance of Fate

The scenery opens with Azrael standing tall over a battered Himothy, his smirk radiating arrogance. Himothy, lying on the ground, suddenly grins, wiping blood from his mouth as his eyes glow crimson.

Azrael: (sneering) "What's so funny? Accept your fate, weak one. I am the Tyrant of Corruption. No one escapes my grasp."

Himothy: (chuckling weakly) "Fate? I don't believe in fate… I believe in chaos."

Himothy clenches his fists, and suddenly, dark crimson and golden energy swirls around him. The ground trembles as he activates Anarchy Genesis, generating pure chaos energy infused with divine power. Without warning, he fires a concentrated beam of the fused energy straight at Azrael.

Azrael: (eyes widening) "What?! Impossible—"

The blast hits Azrael with full force, sending him crashing through multiple shattered realities, coughing blood as his armor cracks. Before he can recover, Himothy summons his Blade of Erasure, the infamous sword capable of erasing a character's narrative.

Himothy: (grinning coldly) "Let's rewrite this story, Azrael."

With unbelievable speed, Himothy slashes Azrael 2,000 times, he slashes faster than anything related to time. Azrael screams in unimaginable agony—the worst pain he's ever felt in his 3,500-year reign.

Azrael: (writhing, gasping for air) "I… I've faced countless wars, countless gods… but nothing… NOTHING like this…!"

Himothy pauses, standing tall with his sword resting on his shoulder, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Himothy: (mockingly) "What's wrong, Tyrant? Can't handle a little narrative adjustment?"

Scene 2 : Tyrant's Counter

Azrael's expression darkens as he clenches his fist. He activates Corruption's Touch, his hand glowing with vile energy. In an instant, he touches Himothy's chest, and an indescribable pain surges through Himothy's entire being.

Himothy: (screaming) "AGHHHH! WHAT IS THIS?!"

Azrael: (grinning maliciously) "The touch of corruption itself. Pain far worse than death. You thought you could win so easily?"

Himothy stumbles back, barely able to stand. Azrael follows up with Tyrant's Gaze, his eyes burning with eldritch light. Himothy's body stiffens, and, to his horror, he finds himself slashing his own body with the Blade of Erasure—1,000 times. Each cut sears his soul,his being and his own existence leaving him barely conscious.

Azrael steps forward, raising his fist as the air around them condenses into pure absolute gravitational force. He activates Crushing Might, causing the surrounding matter to implode while Himothy's body bends under the pressure.

Azrael: (coldly) "Beg for mercy, and maybe I'll end your suffering quickly."

Scene 3 : Memories Of Love,Joy and Hardship

As the crushing force tightens, Himothy's eyes flicker. His mind flashes with memories: Mira's smile, laughter with friends, the warmth of his parents' embrace… and Kael Eel's death. A deep, primal rage ignites within him.

Himothy: (through clenched teeth) "No… I won't fall here… not while I still breathe!"

With a universe-shattering roar, Himothy breaks free from the gravitational hold and he does it

HE MASTERS HIS POCKET DIMENSION

Himothy stretches out his hand, and suddenly, a portal opens—his newly mastered pocket dimension: Chaos of War.

Azrael's eyes widen in disbelief.

Azrael: (staggering back) "Impossible… You mastered your own domain?!"

Himothy: (grinning) "Not just mastered… authored."

Azrael lunges forward, activating Iron Fist, his hand glowing with overwhelming force. But Himothy sidesteps effortlessly, slashing downward and severing Azrael's arm in one clean cut. Without hesitation, he kicks Azrael into the portal.

Scene 4 : Author Of a Dimension

Himothy: (darkly) "Welcome to my world… where you're nothing."

Inside the Chaos of War, Himothy towers over Azrael. Here, Himothy is omnipresent, omnipotent, and unbound by conventional laws of existence. Azrael regenerates his arm and grins confidently—until Himothy casually waves his hand, stripping Azrael of all abilities, powers, and divine authority.

Azrael falls to his knees, gasping, defenseless.

Azrael: (desperate) "Y-You can't do this… I'm the Tyrant of Corruption…!"

Himothy: (laughing) "Not anymore. Here, you're just a fool who crossed the wrong warrior."

Himothy summons countless shadowy fists and divine blasts, pummeling Azrael relentlessly. Azrael struggles to counter, but Himothy effortlessly dodges every attack, infinitely present in every corner of the dimension.

Himothy: (grinning) "You see, Azrael… here, I'm everywhere and nowhere all at once. You never stood a chance."

Azrael, bruised, bloodied, and on the brink of collapse, glares at Himothy with defiant eyes.

Azrael: (gasping) "Kill me, then… end it…"

Himothy chuckles, raising his hand. The Blade of Erasure materializes in his grasp. He places the tip against Azrael's chest.

Himothy: (smirking) "I'd love to… but first, enjoy knowing you lost everything."

With a single gesture, Himothy slashes downward, erasing Azrael from the narrative entirely. The scene fades to black as Himothy turns away, his aura fading.

Himothy: (whispering to himself) "Rest in pieces, Tyrant."

Scene 5 : Himothy's Respite

It ends with Himothy standing atop the shattered battlefield, victorious and unyielding.

[Narrator's Voice, echoing through the void]

"And thus, the Tyrant of Corruption fell—not with a roar, but with a whisper, erased from existence by the very chaos he sought to control. Azrael, who reigned for millennia, enslaving realms and breaking the wills of gods,divine beings and beings of unprecedented power found his end not at the hands of fate, but by the will of one who defied it.

Himothy, the Apex of War, stood triumphant, his breath heavy, his blade dripping with the remnants of a shattered narrative. Yet, victory often bears the weight of consequence. For when one tyrant falls, the void left behind hungers to be filled.

Himothy had not just mastered his pocket dimension—he had authored it, shaped reality itself to his will. Himothy has not just been a God of the dimension but the Author.

The battlefield grows silent, but the war… the war is far from over. For in the multiverse, triumph is but a fleeting illusion, now we wait for the rest of the Voyagers to fight but for now we accept Himothy's victory."

To Be Continued....