The realm of creation was pure light endless, blinding, perfect.
No sky. No ground. No laws. Just thought itself.
And standing at its center was a figure cloaked in shifting ink, eyes filled with stars that had never existed.
The Author.
"You've come far, Erevan," the voice said, echoing like thunder through an infinite void. "But everything you are every breath, every power came from my words."
Erevan's armor glowed with gold and void energy, divine circuitry flowing like rivers of suns across his body. His eyes blazed, one golden, one black. He smiled calm, unbroken.
> "Then I'll rewrite your words."
The Author raised a hand and the realm trembled.
Instantly, countless worlds manifested: galaxies made of paragraphs, stars burning with words. Entire realities unfolded like pages, each one birthing armies of living stories beings made from sentences and light.
They charged.
An army of infinite fictions.
Erevan stepped forward once and the realm cracked.
His aura flared golden flames mixed with black lightning and cosmic stormwinds a power so vast it erased the stories that tried to touch him. His very presence corrupted the ink of creation, bending it into his own script.
> "Your power exists because I wrote it," the Author said.
> "Then I'll erase your pen," Erevan replied.
He vanished.
A flash faster than thought.
The next moment, the Author was slammed through a sun made of text, entire universes collapsing into blank pages around them.
Erevan's fist tore through the laws of creation every punch rewriting the story itself.
> "You think you control reality," Erevan roared. "But I became reality!"
The Author's form reappeared behind him, rewriting existence mid-battle.
Time looped.
Space inverted.
Erevan was rewritten into a powerless mortal then instantly burned through the lie, shattering the Author's control.
> "No more stories," Erevan said coldly. "Only truth."
He summoned his final form Boundless Mode.
His body became a fusion of light, void, divinity, and pure idea a god who existed beyond existence.
The Author stepped back for the first time, uncertain.
> "Impossible…"
Erevan raised his hand. Reality bent in surrender.
The pages of the multiverse folded behind him like wings an entire cosmos now under his will.
> "You wrote me to be strong," Erevan said. "But you didn't understand strength doesn't come from creation. It comes from defiance."
He thrust his hand forward.
The Author shattered into words, scattering across infinity.
Then silence.
Only Erevan remained the lone being who had killed his own creator.
The Book of Everything hovered before him, empty, waiting.
He took the pen that once belonged to the Author… and began to write.
> "The new era begins now."