Chapter 19: Beginning and End Of The Third Cosmos

In the yawning silence of the Third Cosmos, existence hovered without purpose or pattern. No sunlight, no energy laws—only the raw possibility of being. There was no magic, no science, no tale to tell—nothing but infinite potential, a still canvas yet to be painted.

This cosmic lull persisted until a single disturbance—an echo of intent, striking with the clarity of a newborn star.

Out of the void emerged a shape formed from the spark of cosmic purpose. He was called the Lifebringer One: a conscious flicker of creation itself, born to preserve existence. His form was radiant and spectral—no mortal likeness, but a being wreathed in the energy of living potential.

From the opposite end of the void coalesced a darkness—a void incarnate: Anti‑All. Comprised of pure non‑existence, it was existence's antithesis, shaped with one consuming purpose.

Their first confrontation tore grooves across the fabric of the Third Cosmos. As lifeforce met void:

Time stretched and broke. Moments looped in and out of sync. Streams of possibility spiraled and snapped.

Space quivered. Regions where gravity twisted backward, spatial planes folded like paper, forming fractals of dim glimmer.

Energy screamed. Sparks of pure becoming met hollow abysses of dissolution.

When their clash ended, the void returned—but it had been changed. Flickers of nascent order glowed into being. A cosmos survived.

Wounded, Anti‑All recoiled to the Below‑Place: a primordial pit of anti-energy, threaded with gamma potency. It was the heart of mutation, where raw chaos gathered strength. In the lingering silence of that hungry darkness, Anti‑All fed on nothingness before emerging once more to challenge creation.

The Lifebringer and Anti‑All waged war across cosmic arenas:

The Mirror Shard PlaneHere, infinite horizons of broken mirror reflected every clash. Each impact sent rippling breaks across reflected realities. Lifebringer swung his blade of living light; Anti‑All answered with waves of null-energy. Sparks filled the spaces between reflections until shards collapsed.

The Fractal NexusA realm of dimension‑folding geometry. The combatants contorted reality with each movement—gravity reversed, dimensions looped. Their battle carved new thread‑paths through being itself. With every strike, a new branching reality flickered into being before imploding.

The Flame‑Void CorridorA tunnel where fire touched emptiness. Lifebringer channeled flame as creation; Anti‑All fed off it, turning it to ashen void. Still, the hero pressed on, each slash of burning potential against the anti‑void shredding reality.

The Resonant StillnessTheir earth‑shattering war finally paused in a rare lull, the cosmos echoing their exhaustion. But it was a brief rest—as if even the void respected the balance of creation and destruction.

Saturn murmured, to Atrox and the attentive Celestials:

"Fascinating—the little spark of will we gave the Second Cosmos has taken form in the Third Cosmos. It birthed the Lifebringer One, shaped solely to stave off annihilation. This is creation's crucible."

Atrox nodded, glowing with satisfaction:

"We expected purpose—but not its purest form. To see existence itself rise to fight non‑existence… That is astonishing."

They shared the weight of cosmic birth, before Atrox concluded:

"The Third Cosmos has proven capable. Now watch—but do not touch."

From the Beyond Realm, the Beyonders watched, silent engines of cosmic maintenance. Saturn's voice echoed in resonance:

"You will not interfere in this. Remain in the Beyond Realm for eternity—until we call."

A Beyonder, voice echoing like a chorus, wavered:

"Master, we…"

But Saturn's word was absolute.

"We created you. We told you: do not interfere in matters of creation's growth. Stay. Understand?"

The Beyonders bowed their shimmering valences. Obedience coursed through them—for the First Generation Celestials were their creators, their gods.

Time unravelled further as the Lifebringer and Anti‑All resumed their bout. This time the stakes rose:

The Symphony of Shattered Time: Lifebringer's blade struck the pulse of infinite moments; Anti‑All transmuted them into shrieking silence. Time itself shuddered.

The Pulse of Broken Matter: With each blow, particle and wave tore apart, reformed, then collapsed. A galaxy briefly formed then shattered.

The Screaming Edge: Lifebringer, pouring himself into creation's crescendo, struck Anti‑All with pure force—the equivalent of cosmic birth. Anti‑All responded by collapsing the shockwave into an imploding vacuum.

Their rift sent tremors outward beyond the Third Cosmos. Onlookers in the Beyond felt the shock; even the fabric of futures rippled.

Meanwhile, outside all cosmos, Origin (Alex) sat in his customized cosmic refuge. Walls of light housed entertainment: manga shelves, console game portals, holographic movie screens. He paused his game—Jurassic Park flickered with dinosaur roars. He glanced at the cosmic monitor showing the Third Cosmos's war.

He sighed—a sigh that carried the weight of eons—but he did not act. Already he'd broken enough cosmic windows to know the cost of interference. So he waited, thumb poised on game controller, eyes solemn.

A tremor unlike any before rolled across the Third Cosmos. Space shuddered. Time slowed. The Lifebringer reached out to flatten the final wave of non‑existence. Anti‑All responded with a roar that shattered cosmic bonds.

In a single, brilliant moment:

A rift tore open into the Far Shore.

The Lifebringer leapt through, forging a bridge.

Anti‑All shrugged off cosmic wounds and followed.

Behind them, the Third Cosmos dissolved—spaces collapsed, time unraveled, reality blinked out.

Celestials watched as the Third expired with a silent sigh. Saturn's voice trembled like the stellar winds:

"It is done."

Atrox nodded gravely:

"The will to live has endured—passed the test. Now… we begin the Fourth."

On the Far Shore's silent expanse, Lifebringer and Anti‑All re‑emerged—alone, eternally entwined. Neither died. Neither surrendered. Their war continued beyond cosmic death.

In Beyond, the Beyonders registered the transition—pensive, quieter, perhaps more wise. Their words were few:

"We failed," one whispered."We were barred from truth.""Now we learn."

They retreated into stillness—an exile of reflection.

Origin switched off his gaming rig. When the holoscreen disconnected, only the cosmic monitor showed—the silent emptiness of the Third Cosmos.

He stood, stretching limbs that had not moved for centuries, looked toward the blank canvas of his realm, and turned away.

Arms folded, he whispered only to himself:

"One day… you will end your silence."

Then he sat again. The console rebooted. Naruto manga glowed open reading the fight between Madara and Hashirama. The game booted.

Yet through every flicker of Earthly entertainment, he watched the distant tangle of Seventh Cosmos schematics scrolling in his mind. He still had a promise to keep—with the One Above All, with himself.

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Author's Note: 

I must say that the arc for Third Cosmos is very short but what can I do not much is show about it so I can only start and end the third cosmos in a single chapter. But don't worry for the forth and fifth Cosmos I have something interesting planned or it will be cancelled depends on my mood but I hope you are liking this story please share your thoughts on this story by giving me ideas on how can I improve it tell me in the comments if I like it I might reply to it by saying thanks for it very much anyway. I hope you like this story and sorry for the delay.