The second vision came without warning.
A vast emptiness stretched endlessly.
At its center floated a throne.
Upon it sat the boy.
Chains wrapped tightly around his arms, chest, and neck—each one radiating power so dense it bent the void itself. Symbols burned along their surface, alive and watching.
To his right stood God.
To his left—a Demon Lord.
Both trembling.
Fear. Hatred.
Across the endless darkness, countless gods and demons screamed a single name:
"VICKY—!"
The boy raised his eyes.
Calm.
"If you're all afraid," he spoke softly, "then you already understand what I am."
The void shattered.
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