"Take responsibility" God mumbled in annoyance to the wisp of coloured light, the light began to quiver and wanted to escape but was caught with ease and placed onto his hand with the other two objects.
God suddenly cupped that hand, holding the three with his other and began to rub them together. His hands began to shake for a few moments as multicoloured light escaped through the sides of his fingers. This latest for several minutes until things died down.
"Done!" he removed the top hand and reality began to expand again until he was back on the planet with time and space still frozen.. his third eye soon closed as time and space returned to normal as if nothing had changed.
In front of him, Zenith was standing as he was before that odd transformation had occurred except that now on his forehead as well as running down his cheeks from below his eyes were glowing marks of red and black that had appeared but were beginning to subside until they vanished altogether.
His closed eyes opened, and he looked in front of him. It seemed he was aware of everything that had happened. He remained silent and looked at God. of course, after what had happened, he had the feeling that this God in front of him was not the God that had caused this situation.
Even if he wanted to be mad, he felt unable to as if all rage was being sapped from him and transferred somewhere else. Turning, he noticed a glowing orange sphere leave his body and move towards the temple. With his eyes, he was able to see that in the place of the pedestal was a throne seemingly made of the starry sky. Seated on it was a cloaked figure similar to how Zenith was dressed except its facial features were not visible.
That sphere of energy entered the cloaked figure and vanished. "Is that." Zenith suddenly spoke. God looked at Zenith for a moment and cut him off with a reply.
"The hatred you hold is not just your own but an amalgamation of Four universes worth and even then it's not normal for that amount to appear. The conditions to temper such strong emotions are too rare. I don't think it has happened before."
God then continued to speak "The best way for me to put it is that now and again, a universe will have someone who has hatred and anger turns them into a sharpened steel sword amongst wooden practice swords allowing them to grow stronger because of it like that Zarn'iak kid. This hatred of theirs usually occurs every few Eons or so. It is enough to reach an apex, But…."
God glanced strangely at Zenith. For a moment, Zenith glanced back at God. Zenith understood what God meant and decided to speak his thoughts.
"Four universes. The events tempered every single creature or more so the vast majority of creatures I doubt Zarn'iak was the only one with such hatred I'm sure many were killed off in battle or by each other after all every creature were more or less the same blades capable of matching each other."
Zenith continued to speak "Having to live where you could die in the next second, that instinct and desperate will to live and fight to survive puts you constantly on edge. All because of a wish or the will to survive, to get revenge. Turning them all into sharpened steel blades by force, the wooden swords were killed off earlier on leaving only the steel ones" Zenith then remained silent.
"More or less, that is correct. All of that anger and hatred pushed you nearly three realms with such uncontrolled power it would be too destructive. Few could match you and fewer who could defeat you. if a universe of wooden blades gives birth to a steel blade then what happens when a universe of steel blades gives birth to a new type."
Zenith looked stunned. He had felt how strong the power he had was. It was frightening to the point where he couldn't control himself, and he didn't want it, but thoughts and clarity in that while like that were hard to form. "To think beings that powerful exist besides you. as for that new weapon or talent or whatever, it matters not you or those beings you can match or surpass it can defeat it."
As he spoke, he looked towards the temple and quivered with a bit of fright. While Zenith looked at the temple, God said "Defeat it, yes but if you or more so that thing were to reach that breakthrough than I would have to get serious which would be annoying but also having to explain it to those other guys. Better I take action than the others stepping into my territory. Besides what's done is done. In the end, this is your reward."
Zenith looked at God weirdly, creation was indeed unique, and things were beyond his control. The way God spoke had made Zenith think that there was more to just a single God. Regardless he was incredibly tired right now mentally and physically. "The wish I made….can I change it? Can you bring them all back?"
Zenith looked hopeful as he looked at God, but the being remained silent. "Unfortunately the one who caused this mess was as strong as I. Actually, at that time he might have been stronger, the best I could do is place every creature from those universes back into the cycle of reincarnation from that banishment of existence, I still need to follow the rules made though."
After God spoke, Zenith relaxed and sighed. He glanced around looking at the graves. It felt peaceful and sometimes eerie enough to drive one to fear or insanity. He suddenly closed his eyes and relaxed. "That wish remains," Zenith spoke to which God looked strangely at him. His eyes began to shut as he no longer needed him to act.
God suddenly looked at Zenith then said "Your mind seems quite set on what you are about to do. You are very interesting. I bet that old guy before me would be jumping up and down in anger, knowing he missed out on such a thing."
"You don't even want to ask questions or get answers from God about anything? Very odd and very very rare he-he. Yes, you know what, this is good, a bit more liveliness in this dull existence is needed. I'm happy it happened within my boundary." God laughed
God then suddenly happily clapped his hands, seemingly bit eager while watching Zenith. Zenith harshly looked at God. "God or whoever you are, once I leave here, don't ever come back. Here is where the dead rest."
As Zenith spoke, he seemed to feel a vast burden leave his shoulders, with this small talk with God he understood reincarnation did exist now for them and that there were other universes out there.
"What a troublesome life I have lived." keeping these thoughts to himself he would then will his soul core to implode in on itself, he no longer felt the need to live this life,
God continued to look at Zenith. He felt a bit of respect for him for choosing this path. He watched Zenith's figure emit a bright controlled light of self-destruction before turning into glowing ash that scattered with the wind of the planet.
"Four universes and not one survivor. Zenith ay, you will surely be in for a surprise during your second round once you see that things are more connected than you are used to. Leaving out those details will be fun to see the result of I wonder if you will reincarnate into my territory again. "
It's good that can't see much more than a glimpse of your future more than an hour or so ahead and even that time is lessening as there is no way for me to stop that thing from growing stronger. It will eventually reach that realm. Then I won't be able to see the future for you or it anymore. Thankfully it is sealed and won't act out without external stimuli."
God began to float into the sky as he intended to head off, he turned one more time to look at all the graves that littered the planet. "maybe I should tell that idiot at the wheel to not peer into his Soul to judge him. Provoking that thing will leave a mess."
God remained silent for a few moments before he softly shook his head "Never mind whatever he does to piss that thing off is well earnt He-he." he then vanished from sight, leaving only this desolate planetary graveyard behind in this silent empty expanse.