Goddess Xuhuna's eyes widened.Behind Zigeyr floated dozens of Orbs of Infinity, each one humming with quiet annihilation. Even a single orb had forced her to wield her World Destruction Spear. How could she possibly face them all?
Let her confusion drown her, Zigeyr thought, a cruel smile touching his lips.He stretched his hand forward — and the orbs shot toward her like meteoric stars of death.
Xuhuna reacted instantly, summoning her spear to block them. The collisions shattered the void with bursts of light. She deflected many, but not all — several struck her directly, tearing through her divine shield. A sharp, cold agony cut through her being.Her soul itself trembled.
Perfect, Zigeyr mused. Injury leads to fear. Fear leads to weakness. And weakness... leads to my victory.
He raised both hands and began chanting. The sound wasn't carried by air — it was carved into the fabric of space itself.The words slithered through dimensions, echoing across creation.
Xuhuna froze mid-flight. Her vision blurred. "S-stop… that… chant…" she stammered, clutching her head as her balance faltered.
The mantra wasn't meant to destroy the body — it struck the mind, the divine consciousness, the core of what made a god whole.
She tried to silence her senses, to shut off her hearing, her soul, but the words reached beyond both. The chant coiled through her essence like a serpent, corrupting thought, unraveling divinity.
Her eyes glowed red with rage and madness."NO!" she screamed, trying to fight the psychic assault. "STOP IT!"
But Zigeyr continued, his voice calm — steady, relentless, absolute.
Her resistance crumbled. She screamed again, louder this time, before her power flickered and failed. Her body went limp, falling through the dark void like a broken star.
Only then did Zigeyr lower his hands.With a simple gesture, invisible energy lifted her unconscious form.
Her spear, however, flared with light and vanished — escaping to some far realm. Zigeyr didn't pursue it. He had no need.
From the void, he summoned another relic — an artifact shaped like a crystalline sphere, glowing with ancient power.Intricate sigils spiraled across its surface, each one older than the first galaxies.
Zigeyr placed it above her body and whispered,"Absorb it."
The artifact responded — glowing brighter until its radiance turned blinding.
Then came the screams.
Xuhuna's body convulsed violently as streams of light erupted from her chest. The energy wasn't her life-force — it was her divine essence. The sphere devoured it greedily, drawing out her power, her divinity, her very nature as a goddess.
Her soul cried out, but she remained unconscious — screaming on a level beyond mortal comprehension. The sound rippled through the fabric of space, then faded into silence.
When the process ended, the once-great Goddess of Destruction lay still — fragile, mortal, and gasping her final breath. Without divinity to sustain her, she perished instantly in the void's vacuum.
Her body disintegrated into dust. The artifact pulsed once, absorbing the last fragments of her essence, and then disappeared.
Zigeyr followed.
Earth, Nai City
When Zigeyr reappeared in his apartment, another figure awaited him.
"Master, are you unharmed?" Ked asked, his tone edged with concern. Even though Goddess Xuhuna had been weaker, no god dared to underestimate a Supreme.
"I am fine," Zigeyr replied, his voice calm but heavy. "Though this battle reminded me of something important — I must restore my strength quickly. Soon, others will awaken… and the true war will begin."
Ked bowed his head. "What are your orders, my lord?"
Zigeyr turned toward the window, where the sun dipped behind the skyline."Go to Xaatinia," he commanded. "Offer their people the faith of Yani. If they accept, bless them — but curse their blood, so that any who stray to another faith will die in agony. If they refuse…"
He paused, his gaze cold."Then do whatever you wish with them. Torture them, break them, twist their sanity — but do not let them die."
Ked froze for a heartbeat — then smiled.No restraint. No mercy.That was the command he'd been waiting for.
He bowed low. "As you command, my master. I will bring you chaos worthy of your name."Then he vanished into shadow.
Zigeyr looked down at the city — alive, unaware, beautiful in its ignorance.
The news hadn't yet spread. The capital city of former Plea Nation lay in ruins, its destruction shaking the entire continent, but here the people still carried on. Markets thrived. Towers gleamed. Children laughed beneath the setting sun.
He walked among them.
The city breathed around him — lights, chatter, the rhythm of mortal life. He could feel every pulse of emotion: joy, greed, exhaustion, love, fear.
"Excitement. Ambition. Hope. Despair," Zigeyr murmured. "This city is alive."
He remembered that feeling — the rise of a young civilization. Gods had once watched countless worlds like this grow. At their beginning, mortals burned with emotion, overflowing with desire. But as ages passed, they dulled, trading dreams for comfort.
Even gods were no different.The weak were born. The strong schemed, fought, and clawed their way to supremacy — until they too became stagnant, ruling from their thrones of dust.
He walked until the skyscrapers faded into silence, and the quiet stones of a graveyard stretched before him.
There were countless graves — some marked by devotion, others by tragedy. Zigeyr stopped before an empty patch of ground. He raised his hand, and from the air, a new gravestone formed — etched by divine will.
The name on it read:Xuhuna Xariot.
Zigeyr closed his eyes.
Then, he lowered his hand to his stomach, and bowed.
It was respect.