Chapter 5 ACT 5: A RULER'S SACRIFICE.

A Clash of Gods.

A Tale of Cosmic War, Sacrifice, and Unyielding Will.

The Aftermath of the Cataclysm

A deafening BOOM shook the universe as the Massive Explosion-a force so powerful it could tear reality apart-finally faded. The shockwaves rippled through the cosmos, leaving behind a broken, trembling world. Stars flickered, planets cracked, and the very fabric of existence groaned under the strain.

On Planet Saga, the air was thick with smoke and the bitter smell of burned earth. King Saga, his royal armor shattered and his body covered in wounds, fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His chest rose and fell heavily as he whispered, his voice raw with exhaustion:

"We... did it. We actually... survived."

The moment those words left his lips, a wave of disbelief, relief, and wild joy spread across the planet. Soldiers-their weapons broken, their bodies battered-cheered, hugging each other, tears streaming down their faces. Some laughed, some cried, but all shared one thought: They had lived.

Amid the celebration, Azarel stood silently. Her silver hair was tangled with dirt, her robes torn, but her golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She looked up at the sky and whispered, her voice barely audible:

"I kept my promise, Lord Carel... Please... I hope you kept yours."

The Last Battlefield: A Desperate Struggle

Far from the cheering crowds, on the ruined battlefield where the fate of the universe had been decided, the fight was not over.

Yoton, his body covered in deep wounds, his breathing ragged, stood before the monstrous Chaos God-a being of pure destruction, its form shifting between shadow and nightmare. Blood dripped from his lips as he roared, his voice filled with desperation:

"Go, Nealon! I promise... I will kill this thing. With everything I have. Right here. Even if it costs me my life!"

Nealon, her own strength fading, shook her head violently. "That's insane! I'm not leaving you behind!"

Yoton's eyes burned with urgency. "Go now, Lord Nealon... Please. We don't have time to argue!"

From behind them, Zerich, his usual calm shattered, screamed in panic: "We have to fucking go now, Nealon!"

Yoton's voice softened, just for a moment. "Nealon... I never had the time to tell you how I felt. Please... be safe. And don't die."

Nealon hesitated-then, with tears in her eyes, she turned to run.

But fate was cruel.

A blade darker than the void itself slashed through the air.

"CHAOS GOD! I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"

Nealon gasped-a wet, choking sound-as the weapon tore through her back, sending her crashing to the ground in a pool of blood.

"Yoton..." she wheezed, her vision blurring. "How... how... how did he get over there? Ne... Ne... Nealonnn-"

Yoton's scream was pure agony. "NO!"

Zerich, his mind refusing to accept what he had just seen, muttered: "Fuck... I must be hallucinating. Yes... I'm hallucinating."

Even Carel, usually unshakable, whispered in horror: "No... Lord Nealon..."

The Chaos God laughed-a sound like breaking bones and dying stars. "I told you all... None of you will leave here alive."

"YOU BASTARD!" Yoton's voice was thunder.

He charged, his body moving faster than thought, his fists shattering the air as he and the Chaos God clashed. Their battle tore through the battlefield, each blow sending shockwaves that ripped apart the land.

Yoton, his breath ragged, his body pushed beyond its limits, snarled: "I don't care anymore about what happens to this verse... I will make sure not even your soul remains."

The Chaos God only grinned. "Show me, then."

And so, they fought-blow after blow, kick after kick, spell after spell-each strike threatening to unmake existence itself.

A Desperate Rescue

Back at the Warhead, the last hope for escape, Zerich snapped out of his shock.

"Shit... Yoton's lost his mind. I need to get Nealon out of here before she dies!"

Carel, his hands trembling as he struggled to hold a protective barrier, shouted: "Go get her, Sir Zerich! I'll use my spells to shield the Warhead!"

Zerich didn't hesitate. He sprinted across the ruined battlefield, his heart pounding as he reached Nealon's fallen body.

"Come on, let's go!"

But Nealon couldn't stand. She coughed violently, blood splattering the ground, her wounds refusing to heal.

Zerich's eyes widened in horror. "Shit! What kind of weapon did that monster use on you?! Your wounds... they're not closing!"

Carel's voice was strained. "Hurry, Sir Zerich! My spells can't hold much longer-their battle is tearing reality apart!"

Zerich gritted his teeth. "I'm coming, damn it!"

The Final Blow

Back on the battlefield, Yoton and the Chaos God continued their apocalyptic duel.

"TAKE THIS-MAX DOME!" Yoton roared, unleashing a blast of energy so powerful it engulfed the Chaos God.

The sheer force of the attack obliterated the battlefield, the shockwaves tearing through dimensions. The universe itself groaned, unable to withstand the unleashed power.

The Chaos God, though staggered, laughed. "This little attack can't do anything to me. Since the start of this fight, I've been draining your power."

It gestured around them, where cracks in reality spread like spiderwebs.

"Look around you, Ruler. This verse is almost gone because you released so much energy that it exceeded its capacity. It's damaged beyond quick recovery. In my honest opinion... it may take a billion years for it to fully heal."

Yoton, his body breaking, his vision swimming, panted. "I'm ending this fight now... If I drag this on any longer... Nealon will surely die."

The Chaos God grinned. "Good. Let's end this battle. I think I have plans later on, so... let's wrap this up."

The Warhead's Desperate Stand

The Warhead trembled under the weight of the cosmic battle. Carel, his fists clenched, stared into the abyss where two titans clashed.

"If they are going all out... then I will as well," he declared. "To protect this verse, I must match their fury-or they will reduce it to nothing."

The crew exchanged uneasy glances. They had fought wars across dimensions-but this was annihilation incarnate.

The Ultimate Spells: Zero Creation vs. Voidless Dragon

Yoton raised his hands, his voice resonating with the weight of eons.

"I am the vessel of destruction and creation. I am the end of all fates. I see all, know all. I release the Fates of Yahlah-the Void is me, and I am its. Come forth... and strike down my enemy!

ZERO CREATION!"

The Chaos God countered, his own incantation shaking existence itself.

"I am the flames of the abyss! The sword that cuts through unseen futures! I bring chaos, and from it, a new beginning! Come forth... and erase my foe!

VOIDLESS DRAGON!"

The two spells collided-a cataclysmic explosion of light and darkness, each force struggling to overwhelm the other.

Zerich screamed, his body trembling under the strain. "PUSH HARDER, DAMN IT! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE REDUCED TO ASH!"

Despite the pain, the troops laughed-a desperate, defiant sound. They fought not just for victory, but for the families waiting for them at home.

The Sacrifice: Yoton's Last Stand

Seeing his spell falter, Yoton made his choice.

"If this isn't enough... then I will burn my soul itself."

And with that, he unleashed everything-his power, his essence, his very existence. The resulting blast was beyond comprehension, a force that could have erased entire verses.

Yet, once again, a higher power contained it, sparing the Reveiverse from total annihilation.

Aftermath: The Fall of a Ruler

On the Warhead, Carel stared at the empty battlefield, his voice hollow.

"I... can't see anything. It's all gone."

Zerich, though shaken, remained composed. "This isn't my first time witnessing destruction on this scale... but it is the first time I've seen a Ruler fall to a demon."

Nealon's scream tore through the silence. "YOTON! YOTON!"

She turned to Zerich, her eyes wild. "Where is he?! Why can't I see him?!"

Zerich gripped her shoulders. "You need to calm down. You're gravely injured."

But Nealon refused to listen. "What about the Chaos God? Did he survive?"

Zerich shook his head. "Not even he could withstand that blast."

Yoton's Fate: A Fallen Ruler's Rebirth

Somewhere in the universe-weak, broken, but alive-Yoton stirred.

"Where... am I?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Am I dead? No... I live. But how?"

He looked around, recognizing the blue planet beneath him. Earth.

"I must regain my strength," he muttered. "And until then... I will walk among the humans. They are no threat... as long as they never learn what I truly am."

The Chaos God's Final Words

Meanwhile, in the void between existence and oblivion, the Chaos God chuckled.

"Hmm... is this death?" he mused. "Ah... I suppose it is. But to fall at the hands of a Ruler... what a glorious end."

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