Chapter 23: The Precipice of Annihilation

The battlefield no longer resembled a world—it had become a twisted realm of chaos, a reflection of the war between titans.

Rheon stood amidst the destruction, his golden eyes burning with absolute authority. Before him, Khaelos struggled to rise, his form flickering between existence and oblivion.

The Sovereign of Eternity had rewritten his attack.

The Forgotten King had been forced to submit to a higher power.

And yet—

Khaelos laughed.

It was not the laughter of a broken man. It was something deeper, darker.

"You think this is the limit of my power?" Khaelos whispered, his voice layered with countless echoes. "You think you've already won?"

Rheon remained silent, watching.

The ground beneath Khaelos cracked, not from damage, but from something forcing its way into reality.

A hand emerged.

Not his.

Not human.

Something ancient, something forbidden.

The Forgotten King grinned, his teeth sharp as knives.

"You are strong, Sovereign. But you made one mistake…"

The sky itself wailed as the Third Seal ruptured.

And from beyond the veil, something else awoke.

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The Third Seal Shatters

The world broke.

It was not a slow unraveling—it was an instantaneous collapse of all that had been held together. The heavens split apart, revealing an endless abyss of shifting horrors.

A presence loomed.

Greater than Khaelos. Greater than Rheon.

A being from before the gods.

Before the thrones.

Before eternity itself.

It spoke without words.

And existence listened.

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The Nameless One

It had no form, no singular shape.

It was everything and nothing at once.

A voice that could not be heard, only felt—whispering into the very bones of reality.

"You are not yet worthy."

Rheon felt it—a force beyond even his own dominion.

Khaelos' body began to change, his very essence warping. He was no longer just the Forgotten King—he was a vessel for something far worse.

His eyes burned with a new light.

A power that should not exist.

A power that even the Sovereign of Eternity had never witnessed before.

And as the final remnants of the Third Seal collapsed, a new war began.

One that would not just decide who ruled.

But whether existence itself would survive.

The Birth of the Abyss King

The sky no longer existed.

The battlefield had become an endless void, filled with writhing horrors, shifting in and out of existence. The very air screamed as reality fractured under the weight of something far beyond mortal comprehension.

And at its center—

Khaelos was reborn.

The Forgotten King's form had melted away, replaced by something far more terrifying. His body was no longer bound by a single shape; it was a living paradox, shifting between countless forms. A god, a beast, a shadow, a nightmare.

His crown of void burned with the essence of the Nameless One.

His voice rumbled through the abyss, layered with the echoes of countless forgotten gods.

"You cannot stop what has already begun, Sovereign."

His gaze locked onto Rheon, and for the first time, the Sovereign of Eternity felt something foreign.

It wasn't fear.

It was recognition.

This was no longer a battle of kings.

This was a war between fundamental forces of existence.

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The Clash of Absolute Forces

Khaelos moved first.

The void itself bent to his will, forming a dozen black spears of annihilation, each one vibrating with power that could erase entire timelines.

He launched them.

Rheon raised his hand, and the world obeyed.

With a single thought, time and space warped, twisting the spears away from him, bending them back toward Khaelos.

But the Abyss King only grinned.

He raised his new arm—a limb of pure uncreation—and swallowed his own attack.

Reality shuddered.

Then Khaelos unleashed something far worse.

With a single gesture, he tore open a rift, revealing a realm that should not exist—a place beyond the concepts of time, fate, and order.

From its depths, horrors began to emerge.

Colossal beings, their forms shifting and unnatural. Creatures that had been erased from history itself.

The Forgotten Ones.

And Khaelos commanded them.

"You are powerful, Rheon," Khaelos said, his voice filled with something ancient and cruel. "But even you cannot stand against the weight of eternity forgotten."

Rheon's gaze remained steady.

Then he stepped forward.

And the moment his foot touched the ground—reality reasserted itself.

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The Sovereign's True Authority

Rheon's power was not just strength.

It was order. Law. Dominion.

Wherever he stood, the chaos of Khaelos' abyss was pushed back. The Forgotten Ones shrieked as their forms began to unravel, their existence no longer permitted in this world.

Khaelos scowled.

"You think you can simply erase me?"

"No." Rheon raised his hand, his golden aura blazing like a second sun. "I will rewrite you."

The world obeyed.

A new throne manifested behind Rheon, forged from the very fabric of existence itself. The Throne of Eternity—not just a seat of power, but a weapon against the abyss.

Khaelos roared, the shadows around him twisting into countless blades of oblivion, all aimed at Rheon.

The Sovereign did not move.

Because he didn't have to.

With a mere thought, Rheon commanded existence itself—and the final battle began.

The Battle That Should Not Exist

The world was undone.

Not shattered. Not broken. Undone.

Where Rheon and Khaelos clashed, reality itself ceased to function. The sky was no longer sky; the ground was no longer ground. The battlefield had become a paradox, an infinite void where time and causality had lost meaning.

But the battle did not stop.

Because they refused to let it end.

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The Sovereign's Law vs. The Abyss King's Will

Khaelos moved first, his body shifting between a thousand forms, each one a different god forgotten by time.

One moment he was a colossus, towering above Rheon with wings made of unraveling fate.

The next, he was a void of pure destruction, a sentient shadow that swallowed all light.

And in every form, he attacked.

Spears of negation. Chains of anti-light. Claws of endless entropy.

Each one capable of erasing a god.

Each one failed.

Because Rheon was no mere god.

With a single motion, he rewrote the battlefield itself.

Space twisted, and the attacks meant to strike him were rewritten into mere illusions. The very concept of harm was denied.

Rheon did not raise a sword.

He did not need to.

Because his words were law.

"You are unmade," Rheon declared.

And for the first time—Khaelos faltered.

His left arm withered into nothing. Not severed, not destroyed—rewritten out of existence.

The Abyss King roared in defiance.

"You cannot erase me!" His voice was the voice of the forgotten gods, a chorus of thousands that had once ruled the cosmos.

But Rheon only stepped forward.

"You have no place in this world."

And with those words, he took another step.

And Khaelos lost another piece of himself.

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The Abyss Awakens

But then—the void retaliated.

The Nameless One—the entity beyond Khaelos, the force that had granted him power—spoke.

Not in words.

Not in sound.

It imposed itself upon existence.

All of creation trembled.

The stars dimmed. The very concept of time shuddered.

And Khaelos laughed.

"Did you think you were only fighting me, Sovereign?" Khaelos' form began to change again, but this time—he was no longer shifting into something of his own will.

He was becoming something else.

Something far worse.

The Nameless One had begun to fully descend.

Rheon narrowed his eyes.

If this battle continued…

It would not just decide the fate of kingdoms.

It would decide whether existence itself would survive.

And so, the Sovereign prepared to do the impossible.

He would not simply fight the abyss.

He would end it.