"From now on," Zigeyr murmured, exhaling a weary breath, "I will not be able to change everything at my will."
He watched the divine palaces rise across the world—symbols of awakening gods claiming territory—then leaned back in his seat with the heaviness of inevitability. "It won't take them even a day to divide the world."
Ked, who had finally steadied himself after the earthquake-like awakening, frowned. "But Master… you awakened before them. You've recovered more power than any Supreme. How can they contend with you now?"
He wasn't exaggerating. When Supremes awaken, they return to the same realm—but divinity, purity, and past accomplishments set massive gaps between them. By Ked's estimation, Zigeyr had recovered enough to stand at least one or two realms above the average Supreme.
Zigeyr didn't smile, but something sharp flickered across his expression.
"Naturally, they aren't my match in a one-on-one fight," he said. "But a group of Supremes attacking me together… that would be troublesome."
He turned his head slightly. "And don't underestimate weakened Supremes. They don't only know how to fight. They're proficient in creation, concealment, law-weaving, world-shaping, temporal arts—skills far more lethal in the right hands."
Ked blinked—because Zigeyr was no longer looking at him. His gaze passed over Ked's shoulder, as if watching someone behind him.
Confused, Ked turned.
And froze.
A man stood there.
A man who had not been there a second ago.
Not a breath of wind.No ripple of teleportation.
He was simply… there.
Ked's heart thrashed. He had sensed nothing—not even the faintest disturbance. He had survived battles against Supreme Gods in the past; even weakened as he was, he should've been able to sense someone stepping behind him.
Impossible.
Zigeyr did not move. The two gods stared at each other in absolute silence—two minutes passing like suspended time.
Ked finally recognized him.
The Supreme God of Space.Aether.
A divine being who have absolute control over space. Aether's presence was calm, sharp, and invisible—like a blade carried by a breeze.
At last, Aether broke the silence.
"I have come to propose a proposal."
Zigeyr's eyes narrowed with a knowing look. Of course he understood. Even during the ancient era, when Supremes were at their peak, few had dared imagine ascending beyond Primordial Supreme. Theoretically, it was possible—but required unimaginable time. Quintillions of years of stable cultivation.
But who would wait so many years if they can ascend faster. Supremes are very hard to kill. Even for Primordials, Supreme God is a realm that if one can get in, then it would be extremely hard to kill them. But now, the Supremes are no longer in Supreme God realm, and thus they can be easily killed.
That's why, many Supremes will have the thought to kill other Supremes and use their divinity to ascend into Primordial Supreme realm or maybe even much higher realm. But they probably could not do that alone, since their strength is similar to others. That's why, they will form groups to kill others.
"Work together to kill others?" Zigeyr did not wait for Aether and finished his words. Aether was not surprised by his prediction. Any smart one can deduce that. He nodded upon hearing it. "Your Excellency, we can use our powers to unite against our common enemies. The other gods have grown weak, even the Primordials are no exception. It is even possible for Your Excellency to reduce the number of Primordials."
The Primordials are still asleep, as they are far more powerful than other Supremes. Aether knows that the Primordial God of Chaos has awakened much earlier because of his appearance in much of the holy book. It was really a shameful act. To forcefully attack other Supremes in order to alter their original holy book. That is also the reason why other two Primordials did not force others.
Though Aether talks with honorific, but he clearly did not have any idea to give respect to Zigeyr. Zigeyr would be much powerful than other Supreme Gods, but how much could he recover? And he had the confidence to run from here.
Zigeyr asked calmly, "Did Hasan send you?"
The name dropped like a weight in the air.
Ked stiffened. Hasan—the God of Wisdom. The one Supreme whose intellect even Primordials acknowledged. A mind sharp enough to unravel destiny, strategy, and divine law with terrifying ease. Ked knew Aether often acted as Hasan's shadow, carrying out missions that required precision and stealth.
Aether nodded. "Yes. Before the incident, Hasan mentioned your name. He said you were a cunning strategist… and that you might be willing to join our cause. He also said," Aether added with an amused glint, "that you're a lunatic who always chooses chaos for fun."
Zigeyr starts thinking. He could have rejected this proposal if Hasan had not been included. But the latter is very shrewd and smart. He wonders if this alliance will bring any major benefits to him. From Aether's talk, they seem to be underestimating the Primordials. Well, he could not blame them. After all, the Primordials are indeed capable of being underestimated and even being killed if they are not careful. There are indeed benefits for joining them.
Aether clasped his hands behind his back. "With Hasan's strategies and Your Excellency's strength, we could reshape the cosmos. And eliminate any who stand in the way of ascension."
Silence descended again.
Ked held his breath.
Will Master agree…?
There were indeed benefits. Joining Hasan meant access to knowledge, plans, and guaranteed influence. It meant fewer enemies—and more control.
But Zigeyr's nature was—
"I refuse."
Aether's eyelids lowered, unsurprised… but disappointed.
Hasan had predicted this. The Primordial God of Chaos had never allied with anyone—not in ancient wars, not in cosmic disputes, not even against common foes. His unpredictability was his trademark, and his solitude was his principle.
"We respect your decision." Aether says, "But remember, your decision today could have far-reaching consequences for the future of the universe."
And then he was gone.
No light.No tremor.No divine flaring.
He simply vanished—as silently as he had arrived.
Ked exhaled shakily.