Kael descended from the void above the battlefield, the ground beneath him crumbling and reforming as if it were clay in his hands. The air smelled of ozone and burning possibilities; reality itself groaned under his presence.
The gods of the Shattered Pantheon had gathered five ancient entities, embodiments of creation, destruction, time, life, and death. Each radiated an aura that once could unmake worlds, but now, against Kael, they were whispers of doubt.
"Kael Veyris…" boomed Chronara, the goddess of Time, her voice fracturing reality itself with every word. "You cannot rewrite the multiverse! You are only mortal!"
Kael's eyes, calm yet infinite, scanned her. "Mortality is just a word. And words are laws. Laws I rewrite."
Chronara struck first, stretching the strands of time across the battlefield, attempting to age Kael's very existence into dust. Yet he didn't move. With a flick of his hand, he rewrote the temporal flow around himself seconds became eternity, minutes collapsed into instant. Chronara's attack unraveled before it even existed.
Next came Maltrix, god of destruction. Lava and meteors rained, tearing continents apart. Kael exhaled lightly, and reality folded like paper. The meteors stopped midair, reshaped into chains that bound Maltrix himself. With a thought, Maltrix's essence was absorbed into Kael, adding his destructive force to Kael's already infinite power.
The remaining three gods Aelyth, goddess of life; Noxar, god of death; and Seraphael, god of creation joined forces, forming a storm of unimaginable energy. Entire realms flickered as if their existence depended on the gods' will.
Kael smiled, a faint curve that carried the weight of infinity. He extended his hand, and a golden black energy surged from him, swallowing the combined forces of the gods. Their attacks were nullified instantly: skills, magic, status effects, conceptual attacks all devoured by Kael's advanced nullification.
Then, reality bent to his will. He reached into the very destinies of the three remaining gods, unmaking their immortality, erasing the possibility of resurrection, and rewriting their fates to serve as extensions of his will. One by one, their forms disintegrated, leaving only echoes of their power folded neatly into Kael's essence.
The battlefield fell silent. Mountains reformed, rivers realigned, skies shimmered with impossible colors. Not a single living being dared to move. The Shattered Pantheon had fallen, and Kael Veyris had absorbed their infinite powers.
Yet, even as he stood victorious, a thought stirred in his mind a whisper of a multiverse beyond comprehension, a force even he had yet to face. Somewhere, beyond the realms he had conquered, something waited. A law even he might not yet bend.
Kael's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "So be it," he murmured. "Let the next game begin. Every law, every soul, every story I will rewrite them all."
And with a thought, he tore a hole in reality itself and stepped into the next universe a realm untouched by his will, waiting to be molded into his infinite design.