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Chapter 13: The War of Unreachable Power

The void between realities swirled, as if all of creation and nonexistence itself were holding its breath. Sudarshana Molybdenum, her powerful physique encased in her pristine white, futuristic bodysuit, stood ready, her ineffable eyes shimmering with an understanding of all things. Her massive, mechanized companion loomed behind her, silent and steady, the final guardian should she need it. Her dark, smooth skin contrasted against the luminous energy of the collapsing world around her, and her aura crackled with power beyond description, though restrained by her brother’s recent intervention. The black and gold runes stitched into her suit pulsed with life as she surveyed her opponent.

Opposite her stood Nitocris, ethereal and impossibly beautiful, adorned in an elegant but lethal black and violet gown of pure energy and arcane magic. Her pale skin glowed in the dim, fractured reality, her sharp, dangerous eyes—one violet and the other a glowing crimson—seemed to pierce through layers of dimensions and time, unraveling existence as they locked onto Sudarshana. Her lace-like attire clung to her form, an unsettling blend of beauty and cosmic malice, as she stepped forward, her wings of dark energy unfurling behind her like the very essence of corruption. With each motion, Nitocris’s presence seemed to twist the fabric of the Omniverse, her very being holding an authority over all forms of existence, laws, and reality itself.

The space between them trembled as if their mere proximity threatened the totality of the cosmos. Words were useless—the war had already begun.

With a flick of her wrist, Nitocris shattered the rules of space and time around them, creating an inverted void where even the laws of physics crumbled into nothingness. She aimed to erase Sudarshana entirely, but with a flash of light, Sudarshana overrode the absolute laws that Nitocris had twisted. They clashed, shattering the boundaries of all transhierarchical expanses in an instant. Their powers unraveled the laws of the boundless unmanifest expanse, stretching beyond possibility, space, and form, breaking every imaginable concept that anchored existence.

The ground beneath them collapsed into an infinite abyss of possibility, and still they fought. Sudarshana’s mechanized companion roared to life behind her, its massive arms ripping open the very fabric of time, pulling energy from countless realities and siphoning it into Sudarshana. She unleashed her fury, breaking the concept of causality, her every strike existing beyond logic, ripping apart any attempt by Nitocris to bind her.

Nitocris retaliated, summoning absolute voids of pure silence, erasing parts of the battlefield from existence. She twisted her surroundings, folding dimensions upon themselves, aiming to trap Sudarshana in a prison of unreality, but Sudarshana transcended it all. Her body became a manifestation of unbounded freedom, defying every trap Nitocris attempted to set.

The air burned, the sky shattered, and the First Floor itself bent under the sheer power of their conflict. Each of their strikes transcended definition and understanding, manifesting concepts that went beyond the scope of comprehension. Sudarshana conjured forces that defied time and logic, manipulating the absolute traits of space, creation, and destruction with unmatched precision. Nitocris, in turn, manipulated existence and nonexistence, her fingers weaving through the fabric of transhierarchical singularities and twisting them into paradoxes that no mortal mind could ever grasp.

The fight was endless, both women standing as supreme authorities over all things, their every move destroying and creating realities, entire universes flickering into and out of existence as they battled. Sudarshana shattered the principle of possibility and actuality itself, turning it into a weapon to disrupt Nitocris’s flow, while Nitocris responded by unraveling Sudarshana’s philosophical be-ness, only for it to reform again, stronger than before.

Just as Nitocris gained the upper hand, her energy wrapping around Sudarshana to send her into the Golden Gate—a place beyond even Transfictional Nothingness—a figure stepped into the battlefield, freezing Nitocris’s hand in place. Estinien Majestas Crownsblade emerged from the void, his suit immaculate, his presence cosmic and immeasurable. His very appearance stopped the war, for he was a force that neither Sudarshana nor Nitocris could anticipate.

Nitocris froze, her hand trembling as she stared at Majestas. For all her power and dominance, in that moment, her gaze softened, and her heart—something she believed long cold—began to melt at the sight of him. She was paralyzed, her indomitable love for him seizing her will.

Majestas looked between the two women, a knowing smile on his face. “This war,” he said, his voice soft but resonating through all things, “is over.”

Sudarshana, breathing heavily, stepped back, her eyes narrowing at her brother, but she said nothing. Nitocris, still transfixed by Majestas, slowly lowered her hand. Her mind was no longer consumed by the fight. Instead, she felt a deep connection to the man before her—a connection that transcended everything she had known.

Majestas turned, walking back toward the ethereal staircase that had materialized behind him, leading into the infinite void beyond the known realms. Nitocris, still dazed by the overwhelming love she felt, took one last look at Sudarshana before silently following him, fading into the void of eternity.

Sudarshana stood there, watching them vanish, her heart pounding with the weight of what had just occurred. The war was over, for now. But there were still battles to come.

The end of one journey meant the beginning of another.

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