Far beyond stars. Beyond time.
Beyond the beating heart of creation…
There was a place where even reality dared not enter.
A realm where sound didn't echo and light was a memory.
It was Noctis Nihilo's throne, built in the center of nonexistence—a plane where gods were forgotten and universes came to die.
And now, it had a visitor.
Varvatos, Supreme One, stepped into that realm like a sword cutting through silence.
Each of his footsteps lit the broken skies with streaks of golden light. His cloak trailed behind him like flowing starlight, and his eyes—burning silver—pierced the darkness ahead.
"Noctis Nihilo," he called, voice calm, yet carrying the weight of eternity,
"The time of reckoning has come."
The winds didn't howl. They screamed.
The throne of shadows cracked open, and from it rose the being that had haunted existence itself.
Noctis Nihilo.
He towered, draped in a cloak made from collapsed stars, his body shifting like a liquid shadow. His face was a mask—white and featureless—except for the void within his eyes: bottomless and cold.
Behind him, a halo of shattered planets orbited slowly. His very breath caused space to tremble.
"Varvatos," Noctis whispered, his voice like glass breaking underwater,
"You should've stayed in your throne. You protect a world destined to fall."
Varvatos didn't blink.
"I do not protect it because it is eternal," he answered.
"I protect it because it deserves to be."
Noctis stepped down from his throne. The ground beneath him died instantly.
"Then let this be the end of gods."
And with that—
The Battle Beyond All Worlds began.
Noctis raised his arm—and a spear made of antimatter, darker than night, formed in his grasp. With a scream of silence, he hurled it across the void.
BOOM!
The spear split galaxies apart. But Varvatos was already gone—he reappeared behind Noctis, hand glowing with divine light.
"Celestial Bind!"
Chains made of time and law wrapped around Noctis, pulling him down. The realm trembled, but the King of Ruin grinned.
"Do you think I fear chains?"
He broke them—effortlessly.
Then, with a single gesture, he reversed time around Varvatos—trying to undo his very existence.
But it failed.
Varvatos (calmly):
"Time belongs to me. I forged it before you ever learned to crawl."
He raised both hands, and the void around them began to bend. Stars were reborn from ashes. Light returned.
A field of blazing white appeared beneath their feet. A battleground made of pure creation.
The two titans clashed again.
Noctis Nihilo summoned black dragons of decay, whose roars tore holes through dimensions.
Varvatos answered with seraphic beings, formed from truth and harmony, each one glowing with the fire of justice.
They collided. Light and darkness, creation and destruction.
The realm shattered—and reformed instantly, because Varvatos willed it so.
Noctis (laughing):
"You delay the inevitable. Even your power cannot erase me."
Varvatos (walking through flames):
"I am not here to erase. I am here to end."
He closed his eyes. And the True Name of the universe appeared on his palm.
With a voice that shook even the deepest void, he uttered it:
"✦ ORIGINUS ✦"
The name unleashed a tidal wave of reality energy, light so pure it burned even thought. Noctis howled, his body cracking, void leaking out of him like ink.
But he didn't fall.
Noctis stood back up, coughing stars from his lungs. His mask had shattered, revealing a face carved from sorrow and rage.
"You forget, Supreme One… I was born from the hatred of abandoned worlds."
He stretched out his arms. The realm screamed.
And then—millions of voices echoed. The cries of forgotten civilizations, dying gods, extinct dreams. They filled Noctis, twisted into power.
Noctis Nihilo ascended.
His form grew, twisting into a giant being made of black lightning and shattered laws. He raised a hand—and unmade an entire nearby dimension just by pointing at it.
But Varvatos—calm, focused—floated upward, beyond even that chaos. His body transformed too—not in rage, but in peace.
Behind him, twelve golden wings emerged.
His hair turned silver-white, glowing with divinity. His voice deepened, echoing across all of reality.
Varvatos (softly):
"If you are the echo of forgotten worlds… then I am the voice of all who still believe."
With one final breath, he summoned the Eternal Crest, a symbol forged from the soul of the cosmos.
The crest pulsed, and for one brief, perfect moment… everything stood still.
Even Noctis Nihilo did not move.
Then—Varvatos whispered the final phrase.
"✦ Judgment of All Worlds — Deliverance of the Living Flame! ✦"
The crest shattered.
And the light that followed—was the birth of a new beginning.
When the light faded, there was no scream.
No explosion.
Just stillness.
Noctis Nihilo was… gone. Not destroyed. Not erased.
Ended.
The throne of shadows had crumbled. The Realm of Nothing was no more.
And Varvatos stood alone, once again.
As the last echo of battle faded into silence, and the ashes of Noctis Nihilo dissolved into nothingness, a sudden warmth spread across the void.
From the very center of existence, something majestic appeared—a Divine Gate, made of woven gold and threads of eternity. It shimmered with light no mortal could describe, and time itself seemed to bow before it.
Varvatos stood before it, silent and calm.
He didn't speak. He didn't question.
He simply stepped forward—his cloak trailing starlight—and entered.
In an instant, everything changed.
There was no sky, but the stars glowed.
There was no ground, but he stood firmly.
The air sang. The silence breathed.
This was the Realm of the True God—beyond time, space, life, and death.
Here, only one presence existed.
From the shining veil of cosmic energy, Veldanava emerged.
His body radiated creation itself. His eyes held the birth of galaxies, his voice was deeper than existence and softer than dreams.
Veldanava, the First Creator, the God of All.
He smiled warmly, his gaze filled with pride as he looked upon Varvatos.
Veldanava:
"You've done well, Varvatos.
To stand against Noctis Nihilo… and end him.
You've proven more than strength—you've proven purpose."
Varvatos, for once, looked surprised. Even he had not expected this.
Varvatos (humbly):
"I only did what had to be done. I protected my people. I protected the last light."
Veldanava approached, placing a hand on Varvatos' shoulder. The touch was soft, but behind it was the weight of a god beyond all gods.
Veldanava:
"You are not merely the guardian of one world anymore.
You've become more.
You are the last god of the last universe… and you succeeded where others failed."
Then, Veldanava stretched his arms, and from his palms appeared six radiant keys.
Each key was different.
One glowed like an endless sun.
One pulsed with time's rhythm.
One burned like divine fire.
One shimmered with stars.
One hummed like a song of life.
And one… was quiet, heavy, filled with ancient power.
They floated gently toward Varvatos.
Veldanava:
"These are the Keys of the Universes.
You already rule one—this Cardinal World.
Now, I grant you dominion over six more."
The keys hovered before Varvatos.
Veldanava (smiling):
"Seven universes.
Seven realities.
And you, Varvatos, shall be their god."
Varvatos' eyes widened. Even for someone as powerful as he was, this moment was… overwhelming.
Varvatos (softly):
"But… I am not you. I am not the Creator."
Veldanava:
"No.
But you have the heart to become one.
I give you full authority. Recreate them as you see fit.
Let them reflect your justice, your truth, your spirit."
As the keys touched Varvatos' chest, a blinding light exploded from within him.
His cloak shattered—only to reform as a divine mantle of stars.
His silver hair became pure white, glowing with infinity.
Twelve golden wings burst from his back—each wing representing a universe he could now create if he wished.
Varvatos dropped to one knee, gripping his chest as waves of unimaginable power surged through him.
Varvatos (in awe):
"This… this power… I didn't know it could even exist…"
His very breath could now create worlds. His voice could rewrite physics. With a thought, he could decide whether a galaxy lived or died.
He was no longer just the Supreme One.
He was the God of Seven Universes.
Veldanava (stepping back):
"Your journey has just begun.
Rebuild them, shape them… give them meaning again."
Varvatos looked up. His eyes were glowing like twin stars.
He stood fully now—taller, brighter, more divine than ever.
In his hand, he conjured a book made of light—a tome that would contain the laws of the seven universes.
Varvatos (softly):
"Then let this be the beginning.
I will not create from ambition… but from purpose.
Worlds where life can bloom.
Where love, justice, and willpower matter.
And where even the weakest can rise."
He turned to Veldanava.
Varvatos:
"Thank you. For believing in me."
Veldanava (smiling with quiet pride):
"One day, perhaps… they will call you the First."
And with that, the light of the realm began to fade.
Varvatos turned, walking forward into his new destiny.