The multiverse trembled not from Erevan's will this time, but from something foreign.
A ripple tore through the cosmic winds, shattering layer after layer of rewritten law. Erevan turned his gaze skyward. The skies of his realm usually split in half between light and void had begun rewriting themselves.
Someone else was holding the pen.
A voice echoed through the cosmos, deep and ancient, carrying the weight of infinite timelines.
> "You think you hold the right to rewrite, Erevan… but you're only using the script I left behind."
Erevan's eyes glowed like collapsing stars. His aura surged gold, black, violet, and pure white colliding into storms of divine geometry. Entire realities shattered just from the rise of his energy.
He stepped forward, and time itself stopped trying to move.
> "Then I'll edit the author," he said calmly.
And from the center of the void stepped Kairos the mirror of perfection, another being born from the end of infinity. His armor shimmered with paradox light, and his presence made even Erevan's world pulse between existence and deletion.
When they clashed, sound ceased to exist.
The collision of their auras created a pressure that folded countless universes into singular points. Every god, immortal, and observer across the multiverse froze unable to comprehend the scale of power before them.
Kairos smiled.
> "You can rewrite the story, Erevan. But I am the story."
Erevan raised his hand and the very sentence Kairos spoke began erasing mid-sound.
Golden-black light ignited from his palm. Reality bent backward. And in that moment, every written law, every immortal truth, began trembling in fear.
The two beings moved beyond sight, their strikes happening in parallel dimensions, rewriting cause and effect as they fought.
But deep inside the chaos… Erevan felt something strange.
For the first time in eternity he couldn't predict the ending.