The Final Confrontation
Silence.
A silence that stretched across the vastness of existence itself, a stillness so profound it swallowed sound, thought, and time. The void pulsed faintly, its infinite expanse a blank canvas where reality had once danced in chaos. No echoes lingered, no remnants of battle stirred the air—only an absolute, unyielding quiet held sway.
The god stood motionless, its form flickering, shifting, rewriting itself endlessly in a ceaseless cascade of transformation. Every moment, it became something greater—something beyond what it had been before—a celestial titan crowned with galaxies one instant, a writhing abyss of shadow and eyes the next. Its presence was a tapestry of all that had ever been, woven from the threads of every universe, every timeline, every possibility. This was its last move, its final gambit in a battle that had transcended the boundaries of comprehension.
"I cannot be defeated."
