The voice interrupted my thoughts, now frantic, almost breathless. "Ah damn! We have to go now before that thing breaks through—it's a god-level mutant!"
My mind reeled from the gravity of what was happening. But despite the urgency in the voice's tone, my attention was inexplicably drawn elsewhere. My eyes latched onto something—a speck of light that at first seemed insignificant, barely a flicker in comparison to the Jupiter-sized planetary creature looming above. But as I stared, I couldn't tear my gaze away. The speck began to glow, steadily brighter and brighter, until its radiance spread across the colossal body of the creature.
Then the light shifted, darkening into a deep, glass-like purple that wrapped around the planet-sized entity. In that moment, I saw its true form, and it sent a cold wave of realization through me. This wasn't just an eye. The entire thing was a grotesque living planet—no, something worse. It was a nightmarish body with three rings of circles, each spinning in different directions, and hundreds of glaring eyes embedded within them. They stared in all directions, unblinking, their gaze feeling like it pierced through dimensions themselves. The body itself wasn't just massive; it was composed of blue, burning stars, all circling a central point—a small, inky black dot, like the core of a black hole.
And there, amidst the chaos, was the source of the strange purple glass—a figure. Minuscule in comparison to the monstrous form it stood against, this figure radiated with an undeniable presence. It was wrapped in a brilliant light that obscured its face, though I could make out the ethereal form of twelve wings—six on either side. The left side boasted six raven-black wings, each adorned with purple runes that seemed to flow like rivers between the feathers and the figure's body. On the right, six angel-white wings were similarly inscribed, except the runes glowed gold, flickering and shifting like molten metal.
The figure raised its left hand slowly, almost deliberately. In its palm, a small object began to materialize, barely visible at first. It looked like a ball, no larger than an apple, but even at this distance, I could feel the power radiating from it. As I watched, the ball expanded, growing rapidly until its true form was revealed—a colossal sphere of writhing energy, crackling and shimmering with violent intensity.
"Do you see that? A quasar A freaking quasar. " The voice was almost hysterical now, half in awe and half in fear. "That's not something we can deal with! It's preparing something, something far beyond our level—"
The figure didn't wait. With an effortless motion, it hurled the sphere directly toward the god-level mutant, and in an instant, the glass-like surface of the creature shattered. The purple energy that had once contained it was obliterated, the fragments of energy scattering like shards of a broken mirror across the sky.
I could barely process what happened next—the creature convulsed, its rings of eyes spinning out of control. Stars blinked out of existence around its core, and a hollow, planet-sized scream echoed in my mind, threatening to split my consciousness apart. The black dot at its center pulsed once, twice, before collapsing in on itself, swallowing the rings of stars and eyes into an impossibly dense point.
The massive creature was being destroyed from within.
But then, just as I thought it was over, the figure in the sky shifted its gaze downward. Despite the infinite distance between us, I felt those unseen eyes fall on me, scrutinizing me with a depth I could hardly withstand. The entire world seemed to pause, the air growing thick with tension.
"That's enough!" The voice, now almost pleading, came through again. "We need to leave! Whatever that thing is, it's not just here for the mutant—he's here for something else.
I couldn't move, not right away, mesmerized by the figure's presence. Its wings fluttered softly, the light and dark energies dancing between them in perfect harmony. It raised its other hand, this time revealing another object another circle and then the voice's words registered " what do you mean he. Do you know that thing."
The voice stammered, cutting through the silence as I stood frozen in the face of the celestial figure's sheer presence. "Oh no. No, no, no… he ain't supposed to be here. This—this is all wrong! That man… damn it, that's him!" The voice, which had carried an air of detached superiority up until now, cracked with a mix of fear and disbelief. It wasn't just fear for me—it was fear of who was floating above us. "You're looking at the second strongest being in the universe, the acting will of the Universal King."
My pulse quickened. The figure—whose immense power I could already feel radiating across the distance—wasn't just some random entity. The way the voice trembled, the words slipping out as if they had been kept secret for eons, it hit me like a tidal wave. The second strongest in the universe? The acting will of the Universal King? That implied a power so vast, so far beyond comprehension, that even the black hole in his hand—the one that could swallow worlds—seemed like a mere toy.
The figure, with its twelve wings—six of radiant white and six of inky black, marked with those otherworldly runes—hovered effortlessly in the sky, as if the chaos below was beneath its concern. But now that I knew who he was, it made perfect sense why even the voice, normally so nonchalant, was panicking.
My gaze shifted to the black hole in his hand. It was no longer just an object; it was a tool of destruction, carefully controlled and manipulated. Despite its size—no larger than a basketball—it held the weight and force of something far deadlier. I had thought at first it was a planet-destroying force, but now I understood: this wasn't about raw size. It was about precision, power, and intent.
"How… how can he even do that?" I muttered under my breath, half in disbelief, my eyes still glued to the small black sphere in the figure's hand. The black hole pulsed with barely-contained energy, as though it was waiting to be unleashed. "Is that…?"
The voice snapped back, almost panicking. "You think a supermassive black hole would've been bad? That thing he's holding now, even as small as it is—that's a targeted black hole. Its mass is compressed to such an extent that he could wipe out entire systems without a second thought. He's using the forces that shape galaxies like he's playing a game."
My stomach twisted. The figure wasn't just here for the mutant; he had come for something bigger, something that had thrown the cosmic balance into disarray. His mere presence was enough to shatter the barriers between realms. The realization settled in that whatever was about to happen, it was beyond anything I had ever encountered or prepared for.
"He ain't supposed to be here," the voice continued, almost as if it was speaking to itself now, rattled. "Not in this sector, not in this timeline—none of this makes sense. The Universal King doesn't interfere unless something big is happening, and if he sent his will down here, something's gone very wrong."
I couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment, the incomprehensible scope of what was unfolding in front of me. The figure, now fully illuminated by the light from the fractured sky, seemed to defy everything I knew about power, life, and death. His calm, measured presence belied the sheer destructive potential he carried in that single black hole. And in that moment, I realized that whatever had triggered his appearance—the barrier breaking, the chaos below—it wasn't the end. It was the beginning of something far greater.
The voice hesitated before speaking again, this time with a grim finality. "Look, kid. You've got a lot to deal with, but trust me—we don't want to stick around for whatever he's here to do. If he's moving, it means this whole sector is about to become a battlefield, and there's no survival in that. You're not fighting that thing. Not today, not ever. So we move. Now."
But my eyes were still locked on the figure. He wasn't looking at the mutant anymore—his gaze was now fixed on me, as if noticing something for the first time. The black hole in his hand pulsed, and a quiet, terrifying calm spread over the landscape, as though the very air was afraid to disturb him.
"He's…" I began, but before I could finish, the figure moved. His left hand, the one holding the black hole, tilted slightly, and I could feel a pull—subtle but powerful—emanating from it. The earth groaned beneath my feet, a deep rumbling that hinted at something big about to come into fruition .
The voice gave one last desperate shout. "RUN!"
Before I could register what was happening I was in a cold place. My eyes looked around registering I was upside down, all I saw was the void until I looked up. Their I saw him just staring at me.
I registered a cold seeping into my bones freezing as my body shut down without oxygen. My eyes are becoming too tired to open. My limbs froze. When I was about to have a nice long sleep. I could feel something creeping into my body but it was a pleasurable experience. The warm feeling quickly spread throughout my body then the strangest thing happened. The freezing cold wasn't so cold. I couldn't explain as if the cold was always apart of me. Then I heard the voice of the giant being speak as I lost consciousness. It was a very deep voice but it carried a warm and playful tone.
" Stop being so dramatic wherever I go becomes a battlefield, come on seriously. I'm hur-"