The world trembled—not in sound, not in motion, but in essence.
Pyris stood at the peak of what no system could calculate, no soul could fully grasp. And then… it began to unravel.
[Ding! Ascension to godhood: REJECTED! Initiating Reversal Protocol… Rewriting Cause-Effect Layer… Rewinding Conceptual Imprint…]
The moment cracked like glass hit by timeless force, and everything that had begun to become—began to reverse.
Not visually.
Existentially.
First, the aura of recognition faded.
The sensation of Time bowing to him—of Space holding its breath, of Existence folding slightly around his will—unwound. It didn't vanish. It unhappened. Where once he stood like a truth incarnate, the universe pulled that truth back into its lungs like a lie it had breathed too soon.
The stars that had leaned in to watch, realigned their distance. The breathless anticipation of the cosmos—turned indifferent.
The Lust Essence that had once coiled around his soul like it had found its new throne?
