Chapter 129 : The Fall Of Azorath

Scene 1 : Tyrant's Omen

The scene opens with Him lunging at Azorath, the Blade of Erasure gleaming in his grasp. The tension in the air is palpable as time seems to slow, the blade nearing Azorath's chest.

Azorath: (calmly smirking) : Foolish.

In an instant, Azorath activates Absolute Annihilation, an ability that bypasses durability itself. The energy ripples through the air, striking Him with unfathomable force. His immortality teeters on the edge of collapse, saved only by his divine protection. Him crashes into the ground, battered, bloodied, and gasping for breath.

Him: (gritting his teeth, struggling to rise) : "This… isn't… over…"

Azorath (Slightly Shocked) : "Oh I thought you'd perish. Well time to end you so you see the power of the Tyrant of Magic!!."

But just as Him begins to rise, Azorath extends his hand and uses Energy Drain. A dark aura envelops Him, draining his stamina rapidly to conceptual level. The strength in his limbs fades, and he collapses to one knee, the Blade of Erasure trembling in his hand. Azorath watches with an air of superiority.

Azorath: (mockingly) : "Sad, really. The so-called "Endless Tide," reduced to a mere puddle."

Summoning his final reserves, Him swings the Blade of Erasure with all his might. Azorath instantly counters with Ward of Invulnerability, creating a radiant forcefield. Though the barrier shatters beyond instantaneously, it absorbs enough of the strike for Azorath to escape with only a minor gash on his cheek.

Scene 2 : Him's Burning Determination

Azorath begins charging Absolute Annihilation once more, the energy swirling into a singularity of destructive power. Him, barely able to stand, closes his eyes. Memories flood his mind—Demitra's smile, his friends' laughter, Kael Eel's unwavering strength, and the warmth of his parents' embrace before they're tragedy.

Him: (whispering to himself) "I… won't… lose."

With a deafening scream, Him's aura explodes outward as he transforms into his final form ; The Endless Tide. His eyes then glow with a radiant blue, he does it

HE GAINS MASTERY OVER HIS POCKET DIMENSION —Unstoppable Tide.

Him then lunges at Azorath and uses an ability named Chaos Override to erase all predictability in his attacks. Him then slashes Azorath over 900,000 times. Azorath feels the worst pain he's ever felt in his 3,500-year reign.

Azorath: (Feeling extreme agony) "Wha...What is this!!!!! In all my millenia of life I've never felt something like this!!!!!!!

Him: (voice echoing with newfound authority) This is my domain now.

Before Azorath can react, Him lunges, pushing both of them into the pocket dimension. The surroundings shift into an endless ocean, waves crashing with immeasurable force, the very essence of inevitability.

Within this realm, the tides are eternal and absolute, impossible to contain or resist. Him stands tall, wounds closing, strength returning

Azorath: (laughing despite the situation) Pocket dimension mastery? Cute. But my narrative cannot be written or touched. You can't undo what I am.

Him simply smirks and extends his hand. The fabric of narrative itself bends to his will as he begins Rewriting Azorath. The Tyrant of Magic watches in horror as his form shifts—his godlike presence dwindling, his magic fading into nothingness.

Him: (calmly) If your narrative can't be touched… I'll erase the pen itself.

Azorath's body reforms into that of a powerless human—no strength, no resilience, no powers, no authority. Stripped of all defenses, he stares in disbelief.

Scene 4 : The End Of Azorath

Azorath: (desperate, stumbling backward) N-No… this can't be…" (he falls to his knees) Please…"

Him steps forward, towering over the now-defenseless Azorath. He reaches down, grabs Azorath by the throat, and effortlessly lifts him into the air.

Him: (coldly, without hesitation) "Your tyranny ends here."

With a final, decisive motion, Him removes Azorath's head from his body. The scene lingers for a moment—silent except for the sound of waves crashing in the distance—before Him drops the lifeless form into the endless sea.

The scenery pans upward, showing the vast ocean of the Unstoppable Tide as Him stands victorious, the Blade of Erasure dissolving back into pure energy.

[Narrator's Voice, deep and resonant, echoing through the endless ocean.]

"And so, the tyrant falls—not with the roar of dominance, but the whimper of desperation. Azorath, self-proclaimed ruler of magic, stripped of power, stripped of narrative, reduced to nothing more than flesh and regret.

For all his might, his arcane supremacy, and his countless victories across shattered realms and realities. Azorath forgot one immutable truth: power is fleeting when built on arrogance. Magic, no matter how ancient or boundless, crumbles before the will of one who refuses to break.

Him stood not as a conqueror, but as a testament to resilience. The endless tide he wielded was not just water, nor mere energy—it was resolve made manifest, the will to endure, to rise, to drown oppression itself.

The Blade of Erasure had done more than sever flesh; it had cut away tyranny's hold on fate, carving a new path forward. The Unstoppable Tide surged on, swallowing Azorath's lifeless form, leaving nothing behind but silence and salt.

And as Him stands, breathing heavily beneath an endless sky, he knows this battle was but a chapter. The story continues, the pen ever poised.

The ocean calms… but the storm is never truly gone as we wait on the others to finish what is happening right now.

Now, I ask you dear reader ; This war for peace now falls in the hands of the Voyagers and their two allies. Will they triumph or will the Tyrant's continue the rampage???

We don't know.....

To Be Continued...