......…. Galaxies above Galaxies
The Unknown God stood motionless atop the Spire of Eternal Twilight, where reality twisted, and cosmic winds roared through the void of a vacant dimension. His form, a writhing mass of deep purple and midnight-black energies, shifted and folded into the vague shape of a man. Before him lay the vast expanse of creation—countless realms he had forged, infinite possibilities he had shaped.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" A voice like rolling thunder shattered the cosmic stillness. "All of this... will soon belong to us alone."
The Unknown God did not turn. "Thunder God," he said, his voice rippling across dimensions. "My oldest friend. I wondered when you'd finally show yourself."
The air cracked with electricity as the Thunder God materialized—a tempest of storm clouds and lightning compressed into divine flesh. His golden eyes burned with immense power and bitterness that had grown over millennia.
"Friend?" The Thunder God's laugh fractured the fabric of reality, raining dimensional shards like broken glass. "Is that what you still believe we are?"
The Unknown God's form rippled, surging slightly. "For eons, we've stood together. Created together. What else could we be?"
"Your shadow," the Thunder God said, his voice a rumble that shook the foundations of existence. "Always your shadow. The Unknown God, master of the void, architect of infinite realities. And me? Just the loyal Thunder God. Never your equal. Never truly respected."
"Respected?" The Unknown God turned slightly, his form solidifying. "You think I didn't—"
A sudden strike interrupted him. A bolt of divine lightning, drawn from a million storm clouds, tore through the space he had occupied a fraction of a second before. It was a strike powerful enough to obliterate a solar system.
But the Unknown God had already dissolved into pure void energy, reappearing behind the Thunder God. Cosmic energy gathered in his grasp. "So this is your answer? Betrayal?"
The Thunder God's grin distorted reality itself. "No, old friend. This is our answer."
Dimensional barriers shattered as tears opened in space-time. Gods began to step through—beings of immense power, each radiating divine energy. The War God, wreathed in armor forged from dying stars. The Life Goddess, a shifting mosaic of DNA and cellular patterns. The Time God, a kaleidoscope of past, present, and future.
All of them emanated one intent: destruction.
"Centuries of preparation," the Thunder God said, spreading his arms wide. "Gathering allies. Waiting for the perfect moment. You were too consumed by creation, too lost in your endless possibilities, to notice the resentment growing among us. The fear of your power. The jealousy of your position."
The Unknown God's form darkened, vibrating with suppressed fury. "You fools. You have no idea what you're tampering with. The void must remain balanced—"
"The void must be controlled!" The Thunder God's roar shook the fabric of existence. "And you've proven yourself too dangerous to wield that power."
The gods struck as one. Divine weapons materialized—spears of crystallized time, swords forged from the essence of war, arrows capable of rewriting the fabric of reality. The sheer force could have annihilated galaxies.
The Unknown God retaliated, unleashing his power. Void energy erupted outward, consuming everything in its path. Space warped, reality fractured, and for a fleeting moment, existence itself faltered.
But the gods had prepared too well.
Divine chains, forged over centuries, snapped into place, tethering the Unknown God to dimensional anchors. Reality-warping barriers encased him, each one countering specific aspects of his power. Slowly, his void energy waned, constrained by their combined might.
The Thunder God stepped forward, a spear of lightning forming in his grasp. "Goodbye, old friend. May your next creation be less... ambitious."
The spear plunged forward, followed by a flurry of divine weapons. Each one pierced the Unknown God's form, their combined force overwhelming him. The Thunder God's eyes gleamed with triumph.
But in his final moments, the Unknown God smiled. His form began to glow with an unfamiliar energy—not void, not divine, but something entirely new.
"You're right about one thing, old friend," the Unknown God murmured, his voice resonating faintly. "My next creation will indeed be... different."
The Thunder God's eyes widened in realization. "No! Stop him—"
It was too late. The Unknown God's form detonated in a surge of impossible energy. His consciousness scattered across dimensions, slipping through cracks in reality that the other gods could not perceive.
As his awareness fragmented, one thought remained:
This is not the end. Only a beginning.
The cosmos shuddered in his absence, leaving the pantheon to confront the truth: victory and wisdom are rarely the same.
And in a distant world untouched by divine politics, where portals pierced the veil between dimensions, a young man named Hang Young took his final breath in a dungeon that should not have existed.
The cycle was about to begin anew.