Collapse of Time

The moment Shree Yan's words echoed through the Abyss, the fabric of reality itself trembled. A ripple spread across the expanse, as if the universe had been dealt a blow it had never expected. The Keeper of Eternity, ancient beyond measure, faltered, its once invincible form flickering in response to Shree Yan's defiance.

In this void, where time and space had no dominion, the laws of existence began to shift. The Keeper of Eternity, the very embodiment of the balance between life and death, faced something it had never encountered: a mind too vast, too powerful for even the primordial being to control.

"You are more than just a mortal," the Keeper intoned, its voice now tinged with uncertainty, something Shree Yan had never encountered in any of his adversaries before.

Shree Yan's expression remained cold, calculating, unfazed by the shifting nature of the cosmos. His eyes, red like twin infernos, burned with a fervor that could outlast the very stars. He had reached this point by embracing every darkness, every sacrifice, every calculated step. But now, standing before the Abyss, it was clear: he was not merely seeking immortality—he sought to become the master of all things, to reshape the fundamental nature of existence itself.

"What are you?" the Keeper asked again, this time almost pleading, though it could not be said with emotion, for the Keeper itself was emotionless—a force of the universe that had no need for feeling, only for balance.

Shree Yan's lips parted slightly, a cruel, knowing smile flickering across his face. "I am the force that will unmake this prison you call existence."

With those words, the very laws that governed the universe seemed to contract, twisting around him, as if bowing to the weight of his will. Energy swirled, unseen forces clashing against one another in an endless battle. The Keeper's presence began to shrink, its hold on the vastness of the Abyss weakening under the sheer magnitude of Shree Yan's resolve.

"This is not your realm. Not your universe," the Keeper warned, its voice cracking for the first time, revealing fear.

But Shree Yan, relentless as ever, extended his will further into the fabric of the void. He reached into the very essence of the universe, drawing power from places unseen, from realms outside even the Keeper's comprehension. Every part of his being thrummed with raw energy, with the darkness he had mastered. His desire for immortality, his quest to become beyond all that existed, now fueled his every move.

"I have transcended the limitations of your realm. I have seen what lies beyond your understanding."

Shree Yan closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the immense power surging through him. Every breath he took was like a command to the universe itself. The very ground beneath his feet—if ground existed in such a place—shuddered at his touch.

The Keeper tried once more to reassert its authority, summoning vast waves of energy to restore its dominion over the void, but it was too late. Shree Yan's presence had become like a black hole, drawing all light, all life, all force, into him. Nothing could resist the pull of his will.

"What have you done?" the Keeper asked, now trembling, its voice weaker than before.

Shree Yan did not answer. Instead, he observed as the Keeper's existence began to unravel. Slowly, at first, then with increasing speed, the Keeper's form fragmented, its once solid structure dissolving like dust in the wind. Shree Yan's mind had broken its will, had shattered the very concepts of balance and eternity.

"I have created a new reality," Shree Yan muttered softly, his voice echoing through the collapsing void. "One where I am the master. One where I choose what exists, and what does not."

The Keeper, now a mere shadow of its former self, was no more. It had been consumed, its essence absorbed into the abyss of Shree Yan's own being. The cosmic laws it had governed were now rewritten.

As the final remnants of the Keeper dissipated, the universe around Shree Yan began to reconstruct itself—only now, there was no greater force to oversee it. There was nothing but Shree Yan's unrelenting will.

For the first time in his life, Shree Yan felt what he had truly sought: the absolute control over existence. The cosmos was now his to mold, his to command.

But as the immense silence settled, a question lingered in his mind—What comes after eternity?

This was no longer about immortality, or even life itself. This was a question of what lies beyond existence—something even Shree Yan had yet to fathom.