The golden light flickered around him.
The false gods stood before him, their divine masks cracked, broken, their voices trembling with something they had never felt before.
Fear.
The Executioner stood beside Asher, his greatsword resting on his shoulder. He watched the gods with cold, unreadable eyes. "They know it's over."
Asher exhaled slowly. He had climbed higher than anyone before. He had broken the Tower's trials, defied its rules, shattered the will of its gods. And now—
The final decision was his.
A chime echoed through the divine realm.
A notification appeared before him.
[You have reached the Throne of the False Gods.]
[Final Choice: Rule or Destroy.]
The gods finally spoke.
"You do not understand what you are doing."
Asher tilted his head. "Enlighten me."
One of the gods stepped forward. Its golden robes were no longer perfect. Its body flickered, unstable, weak.
"This Tower is balance. Without it, there is nothing."
The Executioner scoffed. "Funny how you didn't care about balance when you were erasing people."
The gods ignored him.
"We kept order. We ensured power flowed as it should. If you destroy us—if you destroy the Tower—you doom everything."
Asher studied them. "And if I take your place?"
The gods did not speak.
But their silence told him everything.
The Tower had always been a lie. A prison disguised as a path. A game with rigged rules. And now, they were offering him the same throne they stole.
They were not afraid of dying.
They were afraid of being replaced.
Asher let out a slow breath. He turned to the Executioner.
"What do you think?"
The older warrior chuckled. "I fought to break this place once before. If you choose to take their place, I won't stop you."
Asher exhaled.
The gods were right about one thing—if he destroyed the Tower, the world would change forever.
No more forced ascensions. No more gods dictating power. No more balance.
Just freedom.
But freedom meant chaos.
For the first time, he hesitated.
Then—his shadow moved.
Not by his command. Not by instinct.
It reacted to the Tower itself.
And in that moment, he saw.
The Truth Beyond the Tower
The golden light rippled.
The air collapsed.
And Asher was suddenly somewhere else.
Not the Tower.
Not the divine realm.
Not reality.
He stood in a black void, infinite and consuming, yet it did not feel empty. It was full, alive with something beyond words.
And then, it spoke.
"They are liars."
The voice was deep, layered, endless—not a person, not a being, but something greater.
"They took what was never theirs. They built a throne atop stolen power. And now they beg for mercy."
Asher exhaled. "Then what happens if I destroy them?"
"The chains will break."
The Tower will fall.
The gods will be forgotten.
And the world will be free.
Asher stood in silence.
Then, he made his choice.
The Fall of the False Gods
When his vision cleared, he was back in the divine realm.
The gods were still there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Desperate.
Asher took a deep breath.
Then, he raised his hand.
His shadow rose.
The gods flinched.
And then—he spoke the final words they would ever hear.
"You do not belong here."
The golden realm shattered.
The gods screamed.
Their forms collapsed, pulled into the abyss, their stolen power devoured by the very Tower they had ruled for eternity.
They had erased so many.
Now, they were erased.
A final notification appeared.
[The False Gods Have Fallen.]
[The Tower Is Breaking.]
The Executioner watched in silence as the divine world began to collapse. "You really did it."
Asher exhaled slowly. "Yeah."
The sky cracked.
The world began to fall apart.
The Tower was dying.
And Asher Damien was the one who killed it.
The Birth of the Unknown
Asher and the Executioner stood amidst the ruins of the collapsing Tower, watching as the golden light faded into darkness.
The gods were gone.
The Tower was crumbling.
And yet, Asher was still here.
A final chime echoed through the air.
A last notification appeared before him.
[System Error: No Higher Authority Detected.]
[Asher Damien Has Become the First of His Kind.]
The Executioner turned to him. "So… what does that make you now?"
Asher glanced at his shadow.
It did not flicker. It did not stretch.
It was absolute.
He smirked.
"Something new."
And as the Tower collapsed around him—he stepped forward.
Not as a challenger.
Not as a ruler.
But as the first being beyond the gods.
And the world would never be the same.
The Tower That Never Was
The Tower was gone.
No more trials. No more gods. No more control.
The world had changed.
And yet, stories spread.
Whispers of a man who had reached the top.
A man who had defied the gods.
A man who had become something else.
Some feared him.
Some worshiped him.
But none understood him.
Because Asher Damien was no longer a mortal.
He was no longer a god.
He was something beyond.