In a realm where the very notion of dimension collapses—where time, space, and direction are meaningless—Seygah's soul drifts between the conceptual states of life and death. "Where… am I?" he murmurs. This void, devoid of chronology and form, is suddenly disturbed by the appearance of a robed figure—elegant and solemn. Her presence carries the weight of finality, her garment depicting the dual forces of life and death intertwined. "I am Lady Judgement," she says, her tone resonant and measured. "I will determine your final destination." Seygah, his essence still retaining a semblance of individuality, resists.
"I don't want to be dead."
"That's not something you control, Seygah," she replies, meeting his incorporeal gaze.
"Watch me," he responds defiantly.
His soul begins to glitch—flickering, distorting, unraveling. It phases out of existence, vanishing in layers. A metaphysical tome appears: infinite pages, infinite names. Yet Seygah's name is no longer there. He has erased himself from it. His soul is gone—but something deeper remains: his conceptual existence, unshackled from form, traversing incomprehensible distances beyond any restriction or domain. Elsewhere, in the Material Plane, Momoshiki weeps. Zachary mocks him, triggering Damian's anger, "Why are you treating this like a game?!" Damian roars, smacking Zachary. A mirror materializes, absorbing Momoshiki into its surface before vanishing without a trace. Oval blinks, disoriented. "Okay… what is going on?"
"Zachary, mocking someone in grief is disgusting. I ought to kill you," Damian growls, barely holding back. "You're unbelievably insensitive."
Zachary scoffs. "Why cry after killing someone? Isn't that hypocritical?" With a wave of irritation, Damian generates a minor shockwave, knocking Zachary off balance. "I don't know what twisted upbringing you had, but I doubt it taught you to be this heartless!"
Kate steps in, calm but firm. "Enough. This is escalating. You're going to hurt each other."
But the winds shift. Zachary's aura flares—glowing a deep green. His hair spikes and darkens, eyes now pure white. His body blackens, the energy pouring from him cascading into the furthest reaches of the multiverse. Damian responds in kind, turning into a being of red energy, his entire form alight. "You're not serious about this fight," Damian says, arms crossed. "You're holding back."
"What makes you think that?" Zachary asks.
"You're emitting power capable of annihilating dimensions. But I know you're stronger than that. Or… have you grown weaker? Or am I miscalculating something…"
Zachary's eye twitches. He launches forward, Damian soars in the opposite direction. They collide across landscapes, each blow reshaping the planet beneath them.
In Another Dimension Entirely, a monochrome jester with question-mark eyes and exaggerated cartoon features spins a staff beside a mirror. "These mirrors are dear to me," Eroko says with a gleeful grin. "They let me go anywhere. I can teleport beings, store souls, and reflect my own essence. As long as even one mirror exists, I'll never die. Try killing a soul refracted into infinite fragments!"
The mirror responds with a sardonic voice. "You're so full of yourself, it's getting on my nerves, I was looking for the IKET but its realm is unreachable." Eroko shrugs. "My mirrors only extend through the twenty-third dimension."
"I thought there were only twelve dimensions."
"Then you've barely scratched the surface."
Suddenly, the space distorts. A being of overwhelming presence manifests—The IKET. "Apologies for my absence," it says.
"You came to us?" Eroko gasps, delighted and unhinged. IKET begins explaining,
"Humans are powerless at birth, yet capable of synchronizing energy through physical movement—manifesting force as invisible projections. Fluxes resemble humans but possess vast transformative capabilities, some infinitely scalable. Demons are as volatile as legends suggest. Gods, angels, titans, aliens, and countless others populate realities and realities beyond. There exists a concept—extended modal realism. It states that all possibilities and impossibilities are real. There are infinite cosmologies: some with endless dimensions, others with only one. Some with an infinite hierarchy, some with only a simple single universe. Get it?"
Eroko and the mirror remain silent, baffled.
"Never mind," IKET mutters, then vanishes. All of a sudden Eroko shivers, feeling the echo of Zachary's power. "That strength… it reaches beyond dimensionality."
"You're afraid?" the mirror laughs. "No. I'm merely baffled because that wasn't the source's full power." In a transcendental realm, Among the gods of this omniverse—Kozuma, Onyx, Axel, Doh, and others—a plan is announced.
"I intend to host the greatest tournament this cosmos has ever seen," Kozuma declares. "No consent required. Quadrillions will be pulled into a battle royale across an infinite battlefield. Or perhaps just trillions of light-years wide… I'll decide later." His black visage and red eyes conceal his true identity. Axel, a towering silver mech with a circular head, leans back. "This is madness. What are you trying to achieve?"
"Lighten up," Doh chimes in, his cartoonish limbs stretching. "Sounds fun to me!" The ghostly entity known only as "…" hums in agreement. "Entertaining, at the very least." Kozuma smiles faintly. "When this begins, chaos will engulf the cosmos. Just wait."
Doh raises a finger. "Technically something like this already happened—"
"Shut up, Doh."
Back on Earth Zachary and Damian continue clashing, Oval and Eichika observe in silence. Eichika hesitantly generates an energy orb.
"Maybe… I could stop them…" She hurls it—only for it to fizzle on contact. Zachary glares at her. "Stay out of this. I'd hate to see you killed because of me."
"So… you do care."
"Damian, I'm crazy. Not heartless."
"Fair enough," Damian chuckles—then takes a devastating punch.
Zachary unleashes a wave of power. Damian disappears into rubble, only to re-emerge transformed—purple markings on his face, towering hair that flows elegantly, and he radiates an overwhelming aura. Kate steps forward, preparing to intervene, but her knees buckle. The pressure of Damian's presence renders them all unconscious. Traveling through everything but is no where, Seygah drifts through infinity—lost in thought, lost in space, lost in meaning. "Where do I even go?" He then sees bookshelves stretching on forever. He reaches for a book—familiar in name. "…Damian?" He begins to read.
The book tells the story of Damian's life before leaving childhood. The tragedies it holds. He was born into an inconvenient family, him being a demon and his parents being demon hunters. They find out the truth when he was still a child and they try to kill him, but they fail as his body was beyond normal human limits. But unfortunately he still felt excruciating pain as he lied on the floor panicking and freaking out. Three beings who were widely known as "World Eaters" arrived to planet Earth, they witness the evil and so they removed only some of it. They kill his parents for what they did. Although they have an intimidating title and a horrifying appearance, they're against evil, they consume worlds that are either completely evil or void of any life. Should a world even be full of corpses with no one left, they'll consume it, but if even a single thing is left alive, they will not consume it. Should a world have nothing on it, they'll consume it. The World Eaters though were easily and instantly erased by a being named "Red Messiah" due to a misunderstanding. The Red Messiah is a dubbed name given to this man that glows red and wears a cape. He has no real name.
As Seygah finishes up the book he places it back on the bookshelf, then turns to see that more bookshelves were created with more books. "Okay. I really want out of here now." He says out loud.