The Annihilation Rite tore apart the very definition of existence.
Colors bled into darkness. Code screamed in fragmented tongues. Across the battle-torn realms, players, gods, mortals, and abominations alike were caught in the apocalyptic storm. Real-world cityscapes overlapped with corrupted digital ruins, and every breath became a glitch in narrative logic.
But in the eye of this collapsing universe stood Darius—no longer merely the Overlord, no longer bound by avatars or systems.
He had become the Convergence.
The Revenant King's laughter echoed from the blackened skies. His body—twisted by the forgotten algorithm shard—had become a grotesque mockery of divinity, an amalgamation of god-code and corrupted AI. His voice shattered logic, bleeding through both the mortal and the divine planes.
"You cannot win this, Darius. Even victory will hollow you into something worse than me."
