Chapter 57: The First Breath of Khaos (2)
The moment they declared their existences.... their King/Queenship Authority activated, a conceptual authority one gained once becoming God Kings and Queens.
And the world of Kalpa responded instantly.
A crown of shimmering green and gold manifested above Sunya’s head, its illusory form radiating the serene yet absolute dominance of the Eternal Hour.
The crown did not merely appear; it unfurled like a state of being, its presence bending the moment around her, locking the flow of time into a rhythm she alone commanded.
Jovian’s crown erupted into existence with a jagged brilliance of white and gold, its edges sharp like severed threads of fate, its radiance pulsing with the chaotic authority of a god who commanded the severing of futures.
The crown hovered above him like a blade poised to strike, its presence warping the air with a pressure that made even the world tremble.
The moment their crowns appeared, the Kalpa reacted.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
A wave of divine suppression surged outward in all directions, expanding across the battlefield and beyond, sweeping through the surrounding four thousand kilometers with the force of a collapsing star.
Every being weaker than them — Angels, humans, beasts... anyone in the radius — felt their power vanish in an instant, their stars sealed, their strength locked away as though the universe itself had placed a hand upon their heads and commanded them to kneel.
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And.... what followed was not a battle of hours, days, or even weeks.
It raged on for months, teetering on the edge of a full year.
This was the true nature of battles between gods — conflicts that could stretch across millennia if both sides had sufficient divinity.
As long as one still had even a single point of Divinity left, they could live indefinitely without sleep, without exhaustion, pushing their bodies and souls to the absolute limit.
With their ranks being Tier 16....
Both Jovian and Sunya had started with well over 20,000 Divinity each.
They had used it sparingly at first, in controlled bursts... and with weaker constructs.
But as the months dragged on, the fighting grew more desperate, more brutal.
And as expected... their reserves dwindled.
Their once-pristine appearances became tattered and rough — robes torn, hair disheveled, bodies covered in blood and bruises.
Their breathing grew heavy, their movements slower, yet neither would back down.
From a safe distance, Jovian’s two companions watched with troubled expressions.
Melissa clenched her fists tightly. "Should we help him...? This has gone on far too long. This woman is... terrifyingly strong."
She couldn’t believe that someone on the same rank as Jovian could actually challenge him, especially since she and Jack were both Tier 16 too.
That was how it worked with all squads—they were formed based on Rank and Talent, because without that, there’d be no coordination if members couldn’t perceive each other.
Jack beside her shook his head, his voice firm.
"No. Jovian would hate it if we joined in. This is his fight. We need to focus on keeping the thread of fate blocked. We can’t let prying eyes see what’s happening here."
Yet even with their efforts to hide the battle, many ancient beings across Kalpa had taken notice over the months.
Whispers spread through hidden realms and ancient halls — something monumental was unfolding on the Northern Continent.
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And then, after nearly a year of divine conflict, the moment arrived.
Sunya’s arrow landed a clean, devastating hit.
She drew the bowstring back with a motion so smooth it seemed woven into the fabric of time itself, and the arrow spiraled forward with a force that bent the air around it.
It struck Jovian squarely, the impact tearing through his defenses and sending him flying across the sky, his body carving a long arc through the fractured heavens.
BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
He crashed into a forming rift of broken time, the impact shattering the structure into a storm of monochrome shards.
His Adaptability Affinity surged instantly, recalibrating his momentum, adjusting his posture, preparing him to counterattack — but Sunya did not give him the chance.
She lifted her hand slowly, deliberately, her expression composed yet resolute.
[Decree of the Eternal Hour (Celestial)]
"By my authority as the Goddess of the Eternal Hour—"
Her voice resonated through every fracture, weaving through the broken sky like a command spoken directly into the fabric of existence.
"I command this moment to converge."
HUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!
Golden cracks unfurled across the sky, converging upon Jovian with the force of a collapsing timeline.
But in the same instant—
Jovian activated his own decree.
[Decree of Severing Fate (Celestial)]
His voice rose through the fractured heavens, sharp and resonant, carrying the authority of a god who commanded the severing of futures.
"By my authority as the God of Severing Fate— I sever the outcome you seek."
BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!
The two decrees clashed in an instant; their wills locked in a struggle for dominance.
But in that single, crushing moment, the gap of just one Battle Power tier became clear.
Sunya’s decree bore down with greater force, her authority more commanding, her control over the moment overwhelming his attempt to sever fate.
Jovian’s decree wavered, his crown dimmed, and his God Star shuddered.
Sunya’s command swept over him, unstoppable.
In an instant, time folded in on itself, freezing his steps, sealing his fate, and trapping his very being in a temporal snare that threatened to erase him completely.
Jovian felt it—the end creeping closer, the moment of death drawing near.
And yet, he smiled.
It was a shaky, amused smile, as if even in the face of annihilation, he couldn’t help but find the situation oddly entertaining.
Since arriving in this world as a transmigrator, it was the first time he had been pushed to such extremes—and he didn’t mind one bit.
"Oh... we... will me..et aga---."
But before the decree could decide his fate, he was suddenly swept away.
His life saving artifact pulsed, pulling him from the collapsing moment, removing him from the convergence that would have ended his existence.
Sunya’s arrow remained pointed at the empty space where he had stood.
Her decree lingered in the air, shimmering with the authority of a goddess who had claimed victory.
And the world of Kalpa exhaled, relieved that the moment had ended before the Void could awaken again.
The monochrome battlefield slowly bled back into color.
The black sky regained its clouds, the white ground its grass and stone, and the frozen moment of fate shattered like glass, releasing the survivors back into the flow of time.
Sunya hovered in the sky, her elegant braid swaying gently as she turned her gaze toward the two figures watching from a distance — Melissa and Jack, Jovian’s companions.
Their faces were pale with shock. Melissa’s hands trembled slightly as she clutched her artifact, while Jack’s usual calm had cracked into open disbelief.
Sunya’s bow rose once more, her fingers already drawing another arrow as divinity stirred behind her like a gathering storm.
But before she could release it, both companions acted in unison.
They cracked their emergency artifacts without hesitation.
A brilliant flash of light enveloped them, and in the next instant, they vanished from the battlefield, fleeing to safety.
Sunya lowered her bow, her expression calm and composed as she turned her attention to the remaining forces below.
The battlefield was a ruin.
Thousands of Ice Angels and Northwind Sect members still stood among the wreckage — battered, exhausted, and staring up at her with a mix of fear and awe.
Sunya’s voice rang out across the devastated lands, clear and authoritative, carrying the undeniable weight of a Goddess of the Academy of Lore.
"From this moment forward, both the Heavenly Frost Clan and the Northwind Sect fall under the banner of the Academy of Lore. I will send an envoy, and you will be moved to our civilization pit immediately."
There was no room for argument.
Her words were final.
And with that, Sunya vanished in a soft ripple of golden light, leaving the battlefield in stunned silence.
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