I felt the weight of countless realities pressing down on me, each one vying for dominance. I gritted my teeth, my blue flames flickering as I struggled to maintain my focus. It wasn't just the physical attack I had to deal with—my mind was being bombarded by conflicting thoughts, emotions, and memories from realities that didn't even exist in this timeline. It was as if I was being forced to live through hundreds of alternate versions of myself simultaneously.
She charged at me, her movements erratic and unpredictable as she flickered in and out of different shards, striking from multiple timelines at once. Each attack was layered with different variations of her power—one punch was backed by gravitational force, while another was infused with dark energy. I blocked one blow, only for another version of her to strike from a different angle, bypassing my defense entirely.
The pain was real, the confusion even more so. It was as if I was fighting in multiple battles at the same time, each one with a different outcome. But I couldn't afford to let this overwhelm me.
"This is what true power looks like," she hissed, her voice echoing from a dozen different directions. "When fate itself is torn asunder, even your precious 'True Existence' becomes meaningless!"
I steadied my breathing, forcing myself to focus. The cross on my hand pulsed, and I reached deep within, drawing out the essence of my new ability. True Existence wasn't just about transcending concepts—it was about stabilizing reality, anchoring myself to a singular truth.
As the fractured realities closed in, I forced them back with sheer willpower, channeling my energy into the blue flames that burned even brighter. "You think breaking reality will stop me?" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos. "Then you've underestimated what I've become."
I launched forward, my aura flaring as I cut through the fragmented layers of space. Each swing of my fist shattered the illusions, breaking the conflicting timelines apart. With every strike, I reaffirmed my existence, stabilizing the reality around me. The flames in my hands grew fiercer as I focused on a single, unbreakable truth—my reality is the one that matters.
The Weaver's eyes widened as I closed the distance between us, her fractured world beginning to crack under the pressure of my attack. "Impossible… How can you resist the combined weight of infinite possibilities?!"
I clenched my fist, the cross on my hand blazing with energy. "Because I don't care about all those other possibilities. I'm the one who decides what happens here!"
With a roar, I struck the core of her fractured space, unleashing a shockwave that ripped through the distorted shards. The countless timelines shattered like glass, and the world snapped back into a single, stable reality. The Weaver stumbled back, her power momentarily disrupted.
But she wasn't finished. She gritted her teeth, dark energy swirling around her as she prepared for one final assault. "You might've survived this far, but you're still bound by fate. And fate always finds a way."
She extended her hand, and I could feel the pull of her concept—Inevitability. It wasn't just about probability or chance. She was forcing a predetermined outcome onto this battle, bending every aspect of reality to ensure her victory.
The mark on my hand burned with energy as I pushed back, using True Existence to resist the force bearing down on me. It was like fighting against destiny itself, a tide that couldn't be stopped. But I knew I had to hold my ground, had to resist being swept away by her control.
Our powers clashed in a brilliant explosion of light and energy, shaking the very foundation of reality. Every strike, every move was a battle of wills, both of us trying to impose our own truth onto the world. But as the fight raged on, I could feel her losing control—the cracks in her resolve growing larger.
With a final burst of energy, I broke through her defenses, my fist connecting with her core. The force of the blow sent her spiraling back, her aura flickering as the last remnants of her power faded.
She dropped to her knees, gasping for breath, her once-commanding presence now broken. "This… this can't be…"
I stepped forward, the flames around me calming as I looked down at her. "You lost because you tried to impose a fate that was never yours to control. I don't need to rely on destiny to win—I create my own path."
Her eyes dimmed as she looked up at me, the realization settling in. "Rot In Hell."
The Weaver lay there, gasping, her body wracked with pain. Her once-proud demeanor had crumbled, replaced with disbelief and bitterness. "I..I-I was the most powerful…" she muttered, barely audible.
As the Weaver lay defeated, her power fading into oblivion, the intense energy coursing through my body began to surge uncontrollably. The blue flame on my head flickered, then suddenly flared to an overwhelming blaze. The power of "True Existence" was tearing through me—pushing me beyond my limits.
My vision blurred as I felt a searing pain shoot through every nerve in my body. The mark on my hand, once a symbol of dominance, now burned fiercely as if branding itself into my soul. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay standing, but my legs grew weak beneath me.
"Not… now…" I muttered, stumbling forward. But the power that had given me the strength to overcome the Weaver was now turning against me. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like thunder in my ears. The aura that surrounded me crackled with unstable energy, ready to collapse in on itself.
I took one more step before the world tilted sideways. The ground rushed up to meet me as darkness clawed at the edges of my consciousness. My body refused to obey—I couldn't maintain control any longer.
"C-Celos…" I tried to call out, but my voice was faint, barely more than a whisper.
And then, everything went black.