[Third person's pov]
The place was unknown, separate from time and space. If reality was the definition of everything surrounding us which makes the laws of the world, it could be said that this "space" isn't part of the reality we know of and neither is it part of higher realities such as the celestial reality.
As if the universe had been stretched to the point of invalidating quantum mechanics, this was a space that, regardless of the formula used, would always be equal to an imaginary number. Why is that?
Because this is the space made out of imagination to connect the gates between two different universes. It is an endless, boundless space that resembles the properties of a black hole where even light cannot enter, incomparable to portals that connects space through a medium.
Despite that, a lone existence was traversing this imaginary space. This existence is not only "moving" on this space of void, but also understands and even treats this imaginary space with all of its uncertain values as mere child's play.
Finally, this existence had reached its destination. She became a slave to time and reality once again as the light from the stars began to shine on this transcendent existence, revealing her features
With long and crowned burgundy-colored hair that emphasized her child-like beauty and an outfit that covers too little skin to be called clothes, her eyes peered to a world, a planet, just a few hundreds of millions of kilometers away. Then she smiled wickedly.
For someone with a body that looks similar to a middle schooler, the simple act of her smiling can make even demon lords of different worlds shudder.
However, she did not move after that. It wasn't that she was incapable of moving in a place with no gravity but, rather, she was waiting for someone. Five seconds have passed. Ten seconds have passed. Twenty seconds have passed and her smile finally disappeared.
Without any extraneous movements, she "flew" straight to where her eyes peered. It didn't even take ten seconds for her to travel that insurmountable distance. But she did so with little to no effort.
That was a lie. It could be said that she got high-blooded after waiting for that long and the effort she used did not even make her feel her exhaustion. Of course, arriving at the planet's atmosphere, she had not thought about her exhaustion for it disappeared without any traces.
Nevertheless, she disregarded that small "event" and peered her eyes in another direction. She didn't notice it earlier, but the shock waves and electricity that emanate from the location she's looking at are actually further than she initially thought.
Instead, she teleported instantaneously to that location where two beings were having a brawl. For someone like her, teleporting to the place she knows of is as natural as breathing. If she wanted, she could have teleported to this universe instead.
However, doing so would cause her existential energy to decrease significantly and the other party would not take notice of her. This amount of power was something even gods from different worlds would pale in comparison.
The reason for this was simple. This person is the guardian apostle of truth, an assigned guardian of purity, she who embodies the theosophical abstract of truth, the power of the gods-- or so how many thought of it as.
Disregarding the truth about the gods, it is a fact that she holds this power. However, for her to want the other party to notice her arrival means that the other party is also someone she recognizes.
As evidence of that, not everyone could put an existence made out of energy and has the ability to manipulate matter and reality to his knees. Of course, it is because this man is an assigned guardian of fate, the guardian apostle of armament-- or so how many thought of him as.
He is a burly man with a height of almost nine feet. He has long and messy grey hair and his armor-like outfit is made of gold that would make one think of an emperor who had enslaved a world. The only way to describe him is simply divine.
"What are you doing here Lindschel?" The guardian apostle of armament called out to the burgundy-haired child.
"My, my~ DId you not feel my presence, Zenox? Or was it Godlight now? You really should just stick to one name. It's a pain trying to track you, you know?" Lindschel hummed as she headed towards Zenox. Of course, she didn't "set foot" on the land.
As for the reason, there was no way to describe it but the lands, from as far as the eye can see, are in a state of "collapse." It isn't collapsed from the result of pressure but collapsed to say as if the space was denying the land. And it wasn't just the land. One would think that the universe was destroying itself from the cracks that appeared everywhere.
One step from those cracks and you could be subjected to a pseudo blackhole of colors that could overload your perception, killing one's mind before their bodies are even destroyed. However, Linschel isn't stepping on the ground for that same reason.
To her, she simply found it dirty. As the guardian apostle of truth, she had no qualms about sacrificing things in order to learn of the truth. But once she knows of it, she would simply lose interest and try to find the truth of some other thing.
This goes to show how knowledgeable she is, despite not being the guardian apostle of knowledge. That is to be expected, however, because she is the strongest of the fourth generations of %#$@ under the Theosophical Abstract's Purity.
"Just state your business and leave. I have many more things to do than dawdle with you." Zenox replied before turning his attention to the man below his foot.
The man under Zeonx's foot is made out of energy and has the ability to manipulate reality and matter. He wasn't someone who look like a human either. Although he was around seven feet in terms of height, one look at him and you would instantly think of a compressed sun.
A living sun. That was the only way to describe him.
Although this living sun was unconscious, he perceived the danger he was in. Not only was this being demolished by a powerful existence, but there was now a presence of another existence with similar, if not stronger, existential energy to the man who beat him.
With little time to think, the living sun tried to teleport away instantly. He had the power to teleport to other dimensions or even universes, but he knows Zenox would not just leave him alone. For that reason, he used every matter in the world, disassembled them atom by atom, and fused with all of it.
He left nothing as even the core of the planet and its atmosphere was devoured into his own existence. Creating a void from where a planet had only been a minute ago.
Zenox was watching him with an expressionless face while Lindschel was simply smiling as if enjoying an afternoon show.
Although this Living sun was indeed the strongest being they have come across-- excluding their fellow ranks, Zenox is certain that nothing could go wrong. Why is that? It's because Zenox has something this living sun does not have: Theosophical Abstract.
As soon as this living sun harnessed the energy and matter of a planet as big as Jupiter, he "flew" towards Zenox with amazing force. With his initial existential energy and the compressed force, similar to the asteroid that made the dinosaurs extinct on earth, the force of his strike broke reality as it resounded in the void of space.
The energy of that strike also affected planets millions of kilometers away, making it look as if said planets were jawbreakers sliced into two by a butcher's knife.
However, Zenox was unfazed. With his hand clutching on this living sun's arm, he used his ability, rewriting reality in the process. To the living sun's eyes, Zenox was simply clutching his arm with an intense grip.
Although this living sun can turn his bodies into individual molecules and simply fade away, the simple act of Zenox's touch made him unable to do so. But it wasn't simply "restraining" that Zenox was doing.
from Lindschel's point of view, the space was in a disarray of warm colors as Zenox rewrote the properties of matter as a whole. For a living sun that could nullify any physical attack if he wanted to, Zenox rewrote the properties of his body into a normal human.
Lindschel was simply watching this with a smile of pity directed towards this living sun. It wasn't that she didn't want to join in the fun. As a guardian apostle, she has many duties that aren't only limited to a single world.
However, as a holder of theosophical abstract, she isn't allowed to be part of reality's cause and effect. That is also the same reason why she came to Zenox.
Finally, Zenox let go of the living sun. The man was surprised as he didn't feel anything unchanged. he thought that Zenox was going to let him go because of this act, but Zenox's expression remained unchanged. This was all the confirmation he needed to know that the fight wasn't over.
Firming his resolve, the living sun engaged against Zenox once again. However, this time, his body was rewritten into that of a normal human's. Of course, the living sun wasn't aware of this.
He tried to deliver another strike toward's Zenox's face, but Zenox grabbed his neck. he didn't know why and how. Despite his unchanged appearance, blood was oozing from his nose and he was suffering from the pressure of the hand on his neck.
His body wriggled like a snake and his arms and legs delivered continuous blows towards Zenox, but it all resulted in his "bones" breaking. From this point on, it wasn't even a fight.
"You sure are a bully, Zenox. I heard you changed your name to Godlight so you could look like a hero, but look at you know?" Lindschel said her thoughts while acting like a sister disappointed in his brother.
Zenox's brows furrowed and in the next moment, he disappeared. At the same time, worlds met their destruction. Although he could rewrite the living sun fully, this man was a hindrance to his goals. With having been pissed off with Lindschel's words, Zenox used the living sun as a punching bag. No, more like a ragdoll.
Simply put, the enlightened being that is the living sun was run over by Zenox which collided, pierced, and destroyed these neutral worlds.
After everything had been settled, Zenox broke down the wrecked living sun. With its body's molecules that carry on the living sun's existential energy, Zenox recreated the worlds that he had broken in the first place. After that...
"So? What do you want?" He turned his attention to Lindschel and spoke.
"Hmm, it's really uncomfortable here. Don't you have a world or two?" Of course, having just finished recreating the planets, both of them were still in space. In fact, it was already weird that these two can converse in space where sound doesn't travel.
Zenox scoffed at Lindschel's response but turned his attention back as he willed a portal. "Follow me," he said, walking to the portal without even looking back to Lindschel.
Lindschel simply hummed with a sweet curious smile on her face before following after Zenox.