Haishi moved first.
Divine instinct screamed at her to strike—
to erase the anomaly before it finished becoming something worse.
A surge of violet radiance gathered at her palm, dense with godly authority, law compressed into destruction. She thrust her hand forward—
A purple beam tore through space and pierced straight toward Vibe's heart.
It passed through her.
Like wind through smoke.
Like sound through silence.
No resistance.
No impact.
No consequence.
Haishi's breath caught.
Vibe slowly raised her head.
The raging embers within her eyes flared brighter—
not light, but burning frequencies, collapsing and reforming in violent rhythm. The space around her screamed without sound.
And for the first time in Haishi's long existence—
Fear was planted in the heart of a god.
"O-oh… no," Haishi whispered, her voice trembling despite herself.
Her mind raced.
What is this?
What went wrong?
Is she—no… is she what Fiction sent against us?
The thought alone made her divine core shudder.
Then—
Vibe was suddenly holding something
Haishi froze.
In Vibe's hand hovered a diamond-shaped, golden heart, pulsing faintly—
the God's Heart.
The anchor of Haishi's existence.
The source of her divinity.
Haishi stared at it in disbelief.
Vibe smiled.
Not cruel.
Not merciful.
Final.
"Farewell."
The word did not echo.
It ended.
Haishi's form began to crumble, divine particles unraveling into ash as if rejected by reality itself. Her body turned to dust, scattering into nothingness—
And then, even the dust vanished.
Gone.
No reincarnation.
No return.
No memory preserved by higher realms.
Silence followed.
Vibe turned.
Her gaze fixed on a set of invisible coordinates—the scars left behind by destruction.
Twenty-two planets.
Countless stars.
Entire systems erased during the clash.
She lifted her hand.
A small Control-Verse Box unfolded into existence—an object not bound by scale, its interior layered with infinite depth. Its edges shimmered with rewritten causality.
Vibe dipped her hand inside.
And the impossible happened.
From empty space, planets emerged.
Stars reignited mid-void.
Worlds reassembled atom by atom, history rewinding itself into place.
Orbit lines snapped back into alignment as if time itself had bowed.
It was not creation.
It was restoration.
As though she had reached into the past and gently pulled it into the present.
Even her home world—
Returned.
Oceans flowed again.
Skies breathed.
Life resumed, unaware that annihilation had ever occurred.
Vibe lowered her hand.
The universe stabilized around her, trembling—not in resistance, but in submission.
She did not stand as a savior.
She stood as something far more terrifying.
The one who could erase worlds…
and bring them back
without asking permission from fate itself.