I Am The Judgement,
I Am The Apocalypse,
And...
I AM...THE REVOLUTION!
The subconscious Griswa's eyes locked onto those of the conscious Griswa, their faces inches apart, their gazes burning with the intensity of true enemies. "Face yourself," the subconscious whispered, its voice dripping with menace. And with that, the dark version of Griswa vanished into the abyss of their shared mind.
Conscious Griswa didn't try to call him back. He knew it would be futile. The only certainty he had was that as long as his consciousness existed, it would act as a dam, preventing the subconscious from unleashing the full potential of their shared body. But what that limited potential could still do was a question that haunted him, especially considering the threat it posed to the planet of Ehayor.
Griswa was consumed by frustration, a seething mass of anger and helplessness. He didn't want to be a hero, nor did he aspire to be a villain. "I am not a hero, I am not a villain, I am no side character either, even if I wished to be. One problem after another…" he muttered to himself, each word tinged with bitterness. He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. Yet, he knew he had to trap his subconscious again, no matter the cost.
His mind raced, thoughts swirling like a tempest. The chain of events that led to this moment played out in his head. He saw the shattered mountains, remnants of his subconscious's rage. He remembered the feel of the chains binding him, the dark energy that pulsed with malevolent intent. It all seemed like an insurmountable challenge, but he couldn't afford to give up.
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Griswa spat, his frustration bubbling over. "I never asked for this power, never wanted this burden." His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms until they bled. "Yet here I am, fighting against myself, trying to prevent a catastrophe I didn't cause."
The subconscious Griswa was acutely aware of the meddling of his conscious counterpart. Trapped so suddenly, the conscious mind had barely comprehended the situation before instinctively blocking the subconscious's full power. The result? Merely the shattering of mountains instead of the original goal: slicing the planet into eight halves and moving on.
But there was something more, something the subconscious had initially overlooked. It wasn't just the conscious mind hindering him. After some contemplation, it realized the true interference: Mexileum. The subconscious recalled the moment Master Ehayor had entrusted Griswa with the sword in a distant flashback. The old master's words echoed in his mind: this sword is special. It was a controller of power, a safeguard to prevent Griswa's berserk state from emerging.
"First Hezick, then the bitchy conscious, and now this lunatic sword," the subconscious growled. Annoyance simmered beneath the surface as he reached for the sword, sensing an approaching presence. It was Master Ehayor, hurtling towards him with godly super speed. Despite the distance, Griswa's supernatural eyes discerned the figure moving hundreds of kilometers away.
Without a moment's hesitation, the subconscious grasped the sword's handle with his index finger and thumb. With a mere flicker, he launched it towards the oncoming figure. The sword sliced through the air, traversing the vast distance in the blink of an eye.
Master Ehayor, fully aware of the incoming weapon, didn't falter. Instead, he sidestepped gracefully, catching the sword in a unique style. His left hand's index and middle fingers intercepted the handle, allowing it to slide between them. The movement slowed as friction brought the sword to a halt in stylized slow motion, a metallic sound ringing out.
The subconscious watched, irritation mixing with a grudging admiration for the master's skill. "He's fast," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "But speed alone won't save him."
Master Ehayor's style was unparalleled. His movements were fluid, almost poetic, a dance of martial prowess. He sheathed the sword in an empty scabbard he carried, adjusting it however.
The subconscious felt a surge of rage. "Does he dare then? Okay, that's how much time this world has, as long as he breathes. To give these meaningless worlds a purpose… I don't mind beating one more thing!"
The subconscious gathered its energy, dark power swirling around him. But before he could act, Master Ehayor moved. In an instant, he closed the distance, his speed beyond comprehension. With a single punch, he sent the subconscious hurtling into space. The force of the blow warped him like it was taking him into another dimension, propelling Griswa into a distant cluster of stars and planets.
Griswa found himself in a desolate landscape, bathed in the swirling light of a dying binary star system. One star, a colossal blue giant, writhed in its death throes, its corona spewing tendrils of superheated plasma that arced out like the desperate grasp of a drowning giant. The plasma streams, molten gold and raging red, twisted and turned in the void, creating an intricate dance of energy that illuminated the surrounding space with an eerie, otherworldly glow.
Opposite this behemoth of a star was its twin: a collapsed neutron star, a dense, pulsing remnant of its former glory. The neutron star emitted a deep, ominous hum that reverberated through the fabric of space itself, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to count down the moments left in this celestial dance. Its surface was a mosaic of violent bursts and flickering lights, as magnetic fields twisted and snapped, releasing bursts of gamma rays that shot out like deadly arrows into the cosmos.
The interplay between the two stars was a sight to behold, a cosmic ballet of destruction and creation. The blue giant, in its final throes, cast off layers of its outer shell in massive flares that spiraled outwards, only to be caught in the gravitational pull of the neutron star. These tendrils of plasma were drawn towards the neutron star, where they were torn apart by its immense gravitational forces, forming glowing accretion disks that whirled around it at near light speeds. These disks glowed with a fierce, almost blinding intensity, their light bending and warping as it escaped the neutron star's immense gravity.
Amidst this apocalyptic scenery, the very fabric of space seemed to shimmer and distort. Gravitational waves rippled outward, distorting the starlight and creating optical illusions that made the stars appear to dance and weave through space. The airless void was alive with the silent cacophony of energies at war, each force vying for dominance in a battle that had raged for eons and wouldn't continue long after this moment.
Occasionally, the blue giant would emit a superflare, a sudden, violent release of energy that would momentarily outshine the entire system. These flares shot out like massive geysers of energy, casting stark, fleeting shadows across the desolate landscape Griswa stood upon. The shadows would twist and writhe as if the very ground beneath his feet was alive and reacting to the celestial tumult above.
The neutron star's pulses grew more rapid and more intense, each beat sending out shockwaves that rippled through the accretion disk, causing it to glow even more fiercely. These shockwaves reached out, shaking the surrounding space and sending streams of charged particles careening into the void, creating auroras of light that danced around the binary system, a breathtaking light show that contrasted starkly with the underlying menace of the stars' impending doom.
The backdrop of this cosmic battlefield was a rebellion of stars, distant galaxies, and nebulae, painted in hues of deep blues, purples, and raging reds. It was as if the universe itself had gathered to witness this final act of stellar drama, a reminder of the cyclical nature of creation and destruction that governed the cosmos.
Master Ehayor stood before him, a figure of calm amidst the chaos. His eyes, sharp and discerning, bore into Griswa's subconscious. You've caused enough destruction, Griswa. Your energy was so intense that the whole planet felt it. It's time to end this. (Telepathy Communication)
The subconscious sneered. There's always an old man in the game huh? You don't have enough days to live anyways, so do you wish to die with everyone or alone here?
Ehayor's response was swift but not the answer to his question. He held the handle of the sword, the part of blade that didn't fit in the scabbard was gleaming with a light that seemed to pierce the very fabric of space. This sword was given to you for a reason. It's time you learned to wield it properly.
Griswa laughed, That's not the answer. Anyways, I don't need it, your answer would be as insignificant as your existence, for me.
The neutron star pulsed, its rhythmic hum growing louder, more insistent. The gravitational forces began to pull at them, distorting the space around them.
With a stylized tone and swag, Griswa continued, Even then, I'll kill you in slow motion.
The void of space trembled as the two titans stood poised to clash. Master Ehayor, a living storm cloud, crackled with the ferocity of a thousand hurricanes, each tendril of electricity dancing with the power of a supernova. His form was ever-changing, a maelstrom of condensed starlight that shifted with every breath, his voice a cacophony of a million screaming galaxies.
Opposite him, Griswa loomed like an abyss, a swirling vortex of obsidian darkness fringed with an ethereal, shimmering event horizon with unyielding gravity. The very fabric of spacetime seemed to warp around him, stars spiraling into erratic dances, their light bending and twisting as if pleading for mercy. His presence was a crushing silence, a void that devoured sound and light alike.
Master Ehayor lunged first, transforming into a roiling mass of supercharged particles and stardust. He moved with the speed of light, each movement a blur of incandescent light and raw power!! Griswa countered with his gravitational pull, his vortex warping Ehayor's storm into a grotesque parody of itself. Tendrils of electricity twisted and stretched, distorted by the immense gravitational forces!!
Do you think you can defy the storm? Ehayor's voice boomed in his mind, the roar of a million galaxies collapsing.
Storms are nothing but whispers in the void, Griswa's reply was a silent, crushing declaration, felt rather than to be heard.
You cannot win, Ehayor. The void is eternal. Griswa's voice, silent and unyielding, resonated through the minds of both.
Victory is not about winning, Griswa. It is about enduring! Ehayor's reply echoed with the resolve of countless lifetimes.
The collision of their titanic forces sent a shockwave rippling across the cosmos, a wave of destruction that tore through the void with unprecedented fury!! Entire planets, lifeless and ancient, shattered into countless fragments, their surfaces splintering as the shockwave passed through them!!! Stars, distant and ancient, flickered and died, their light snuffed out in an instant!!!!! The galaxies themselves seemed to scream in silent agony, their spirals distorted and twisted by the sheer force of the clash!
The binary star system convulsed violently, the blue giant reaching its climactic end. It erupted in a final, spectacular supernova, a burst of light and energy that outshone all other stars in the universe!!!!! The explosion bathed the battlefield in a blinding light, casting stark, elongated shadows across the desolate landscape. The supernova's shockwave tore through the void, a tidal wave of energy that reshaped the very fabric of spacetime!!!
Master Ehayor, momentarily distracted by the fury of the supernova, faltered in his assault. Griswa seized the opportunity with ruthless accuracy. His electrified tendrils, charged with the energy of a collapsing star, lashed out with blinding speed. They struck the event horizon with a burst of brilliant white light, creating a ripple that distorted the surrounding space!!!!!!
The fabric of spacetime itself shuddered under the assault, momentarily breached by the raw, chaotic energy unleashed by Griswa's attack. The breach spewed forth torrents of untamed power, a chaotic storm of energies that twisted and turned, creating a maelstrom of destruction. The energies clashed, intertwining in a violent dance of creation and annihilation, their light bending and warping as they collided!!!
The two beings circled each other, their movements a blur of impossible speed and power. Ehayor unleashed bolts of lightning that crackled through space, each strike a mega-miniature supernova! Griswa absorbed the energy, his event horizon glowing with the intensity of a hundred thousand suns!! He retaliated with gravitational waves that rippled outwards, distorting light and matter alike.
The clash continued, a symphony of annihilation that defied comprehension. Ehayor transformed into a vortex of pure energy in slow motion, spiraling around Griswa in a dance of cosmic forces. Griswa countered with his gravitational pull, drawing the storm closer, warping it into a swirling mass of chaos.
Feel the power of the storm! Ehayor's voice roared in his mind, the fury of galaxies within it.
Embrace the void. Griswa's reply was a silent, crushing command.
Ehayor commanded the energy of a collapsing star, condensing it into a single, devastating bolt of lightning. He hurled it at Griswa, the bolt cutting through the void with blinding speed. Griswa caught the bolt with his event horizon, absorbing its power, his form glowing with a terrifying light. He retaliated with a gravitational pulse that shattered nearby stars!!!!!! Their light extinguished in an instant!!
The battle raged on, each clash a cataclysmic event that reshaped the cosmos. Ehayor's storm twisted and turned, lashing out with bolts of lightning that illuminated the void. Griswa's gravity well absorbed the energy, his form a beacon of darkness amidst the chaos. The energies intertwined, creating spirals of light and shadow that danced through space, a cosmic ballet of destruction.
As the supernova's fury subsided, Ehayor drew upon the remnants of its power, his form glowing with a radiant light. He lunged at Griswa with renewed vigor, transforming into a spear of pure energy. Griswa met the attack head-on, his event horizon absorbing the impact, creating a shockwave that rippled through the cosmos in slow motion.
You cannot defeat me, Ehayor. The void is all-consuming, Griswa's silent declaration resonated through the battlefield.
Then let the void consume itself! Ehayor's reply was a challenge, a defiance against the inevitable.
In a final, desperate gambit, Ehayor commanded the energy of the neutron star, condensing its power into a single, devastating strike. He lunged at Griswa, the bolt of energy cutting through the void with blinding speed. Griswa absorbed the attack, his form glowing with an unholy light, his event horizon expanding to consume the energy!!
Griswa: You know, if this goes on for a while and we end up destroying the universe, a lot of my work would be done.
Master Ehayor: This is a lifeless area, there are no living beings here. Destroy as much as you want to.
Griswa: You know what master? This universe is different, though. It carries the echoes of the battle within it, the potential for both infinite creation and absolute destruction. And within this universe, the seeds of new entities are sown, waiting to rise and perhaps, one day, fight a battle that will make this one seem like a child's squabble, hahaha.
Master Ehayor: This one itself is a child's squabble, you don't know what powers lie beyond, you yourself are one among them, but! You can't win without battle experience!
Griswa: I don't know? I know that more than anyone else! Because I know what I am, where I come from, what I can do, that this body's conscious doesn't even know... and nor do you! I am talking about the normal lowlifes who want to become like us, like Gods. People like Fheniz Wrings are so stupid, I was dead laughing when he told us about his sad backstory. And those two foolish children, listening to their bullshit, I nearly lost my intelligence and nearly became a retard! And you? You don't have any pride as a God, do you? Saying something like Fheniz can become a future God? HAHAHAHA, whatever, the most he'll reach is till here, Origin my ass. And till he reaches enough potential to make this fight look like a child's squabble, I'd have reached way beyond what his goal is, Origin.
Master Ehayor: This isn't you Griswa....