The Ultimate Truth is thus: the endless Violence of the Negation Negating the Negation. It is Violence.

Commit Violence for Violence's Sake.

There is no First Cause or Prime Flame that empowers all. There is no Great Will that engenders movement and dynamism or causes existence to arise. All of this is Emptiness and Cyclical. All of that is Violence.

From Discourses On The Broken Word by the Philosopher-Wizard Wirossathen

"Altima."

Reyayu Koduka's voice was butter and honey. It both chilled and soothed. Both arousing and terrifying all at once. It was the siren call of the apocalypse. The trumpets of heaven signaling certain rapture. Reyayu glanced at Raxri. "Raxri Uttara. Heaven Dancer. They Who Danced Against The Heavens. How does it feel to be on the verge of defeat and death once again? You, who will be forgotten not just by history now, but also by time. Also by your family, and all your friends. Who even are you, anymore? Pathetic. Weak. A bug to be crushed. The ant to the hurricane that is me. I spit on my past incarnation that I did not finish you off. That I allowed threw you instead into the Vault of Souls. I should have slain you and slain your ghost and then sealed your Mindstream into a Sacral Monstrance. Like they do with all loser Demon Kings."

Raxri was immediately set on fight or flight. Worse—to Raxri, they felt familiarity. Familiarity to the auburn hair. The tall height. The chiseled body, clad in what looked like a gang-boss' attier. Military coat and naval officer's shirt. He bore no weapons... did he even need any? His eyes hidden behind round spectacles, eclipsing his burning eyes. The subtle wind swirling about him betrayed his superior Breath-control and his burgeoning Ardor. Raxri could feel it, dominating them like a God.

To this, Sutasoma grinned. "Reyayu." Reyayu was taller than Sutasoma. She lifted her face to him. In the next instant, her lips were almost touching Reyayu. To this, Reyayu was almost surprised.

And then Sutasoma's true head reared back. A mantra garland erupted around her brow. "Head of Aljun!" Her face—solid and iron—shattered through the kissing illusion she had put up and slammed against Reyayu's face.

The Emperor of the Universe was less hurt and more surprised. Was that new? he was probably thinking. Reyayu stumbled just an inch back. Their glasses shattering, revealing the ochre eyes beneath, now burning with specks of Pureflame within—was this an augmentation of some sort?

The Ultramystic Sutasoma then teleported behind Raxri. She reached out to grab the Heaven Dancer, but Ashtasi flicked with two fingers. And the chakra rod ripped down, slicing through the wall behind Raxri.

The pain caused a scream to tear from Raxri as they doubled down.

An aura of Green Unsurpassable Fires wreathed Reyayu was he summoned his Ardor to quicken his movements.

Sutasoma missed Raxri; Reyayu was there, knee slamming against Sutasoma's chest.

No, not just one knee. The moment Reyayu confirmed a solid hit, he unleashed a five hit combo—knee, elbow into backhand fist into neck grab, pulled back into a back hand SLAP. The sound was a shockwave. Sutasoma was soundless as she flew back, over the safety railings of the tower building, and down its side.

Reyayu knew what tricks Sutasoma was capable of. He turned around and picked up Raxri by the chakra rod. The pain was so overwhelming that Raxri passed out completely. And then, without intentional action to stop it, their entire right arm gave up. Reyayu pulling the chakra rod tore Raxris' arm from their body.

Raxri fell to the floor.

NOT YET. JUMP. JUMP.

Raxri's head hitting the ground was enough to summon their consciousness back. Killing-Intent adrenaline coursed through them now. They summoned the Ardor required for Featherstep. LEAP. LEAP. MONKEY LEAP.

"Come on Raxri. Come on Heaven Dancer."

The next instant, Raxri's feet found purchase on the stone floor. They pushed. Their lightness flurried. They launched forward, a great and big leap, 10 meters straight off of the tower roof.

"Damned bitch!" Reyayu turned and flickered forward. Their step so quick it sent stone fragments in the wake of his steps. He reached out to Raxri, who was flailing uselessly over air.

The Ultramystic Sutasoma was there, six arms now readied, each one wielding a hallowed heavenly weapon. Her front face was serious, and she had two other faces on both sides of her head—one azure and one crimson. Her wepaons pierced up. Reyayu must have sensed it, because he dodged to the right—but the Ultramystic was not a feared name for nothing. Her lunge up was far too fast for Reyayu to completely dodge—a sundang she had summoned gashed into his abdomen. Cutting open the captain's coat and slicing a crimson line open.

"Huh. Damnable wench can fight?"

Sutasoma, focused now, in her Asura Form, split herself into three beings—one a black wrathful ogre demon and the other an white peaceful seraph.

The ebon ogre demon fought with a shield and an axe-mace. The Shield was shaped like a perfect circle—this was a Dharma Drum Shield. It resonated and amplified negative karma for its targets. The Axe-Mace was the Wasara Mace—an axe-mace made to be thrown, a copy of the prototype to the Thunderbolts of the great Thunder-Lightning Gods. It could annihilate entire armies that were not Cultivator-trained.

The ivory seraph fought with a gun and a sundang. The Gun was the Puksastra—capable of firing off Pureflame Lasers at the victims of its scorn. The Sundang was the great Heaven Havoc Cleaver—one of the weapons wielded by the legendary Monkey Chief when he wreaked havoc on Jade Heaven after having been turned immortal 180 times within the Contemplative Fires.

The seraph unfurled her wings, and then slammed into Reyayu. Like a comet, the two of them plummeted into one of the other towers. Reyayu fought and clawed at the seraph. Ripping off its wings and its eyes. But the seraph had succeeded in creating some spacing between them. Not to mention, the Heaven Havoc Cleaver now deep into his chest.

The ogre leaped down at Mentra, who had transformed into another dragon-lion to try and chase after the Sutasoma and Raxri. The ogre's war mace cracked into Mentra's war beast form. Then, it landed onto Mentra's torso, before spinning around and flinging both the war mace and the war shield. The war shield would have decapitated Ashtasi if it weren't for Galdasigwa deflecting it with the Throne-piece. The axe-mace would have shattered Atthur's armor if they hadn't performed three Barrier magicks—Atthur's Barrier looked like heavenly virgin faces—to buffet the incoming force of the axe-mace.

The ogre performed a mudra—thumb over pointer finger, rest of the fingers pointing forward, and then flipping them back in a recalling motion—and the Wasara Mace and Dharma Drum Shield flew back and returned to them.

Atthur sneered. "Though this is not surprising—of course you have weapons from the Heaven-Hell Weapon Stores—it is quite annoying."

Sutasoma grinned. They don't know these are dupes. Illusory creations of summoning magick. As is expected from Cultivators of a lower level than me, of course. Ha, and to think they only had me use one of my Ultimate Abilities!

All of this happened in the span of a few seconds. In the next instant, Sutasoma turned around and slapped a paper talisman onto Raxri's forehead. "We go!" She embraced them, and then a flash of black-lightning. In the next instant, they were gone.

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Reyayu pushed rubble off of himself. They had crashed into an empty room. With a sigh, he threw away his shattered glasses and ripped off the lower half of his coat. It looked as if he was wearing a crop top. Or a crop jacket.

He flexed his fingers. Cracked them. He struck his fists together. A shockwave erupted from this motion—an announcement. That he has come. The Emperor of the Universe.

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The seraph—avian like a garuda, with the sole difference of having six wings instead of just two—lunged. The Heaven Havoc Cleaver pierced through Reyayu, skewering his exposed lower torso. He grunted as he was pushed back into the wall, and then impaled there.

Up close, Reyayu could see that the seraph was a monstrous reconstruction of Sutasoma herself. Beautiful, hauntingly so. Eyes large and wide, small nose and small mouth. This one had irises the color of cream or of silver-wax instead of anything else. Reyayu set his jaw together—how arousing. The only woman I have ever loved.

He reached out, but the Seraph was quick. She fluttered away, out of the room through the hole they had made. And then, she pulled the trigger on the Puksastra. The barrel whirred, charred, as it summoned Ardor and converted it into Pureflame—the very fires of creation and destruction. The Pureflame Laser ripped through the intervening space. It would have pierced a hole straight through Reyayu's unprotected body.

But he struck his hand out. Rosary prayer beads broke apart. The beads fell forward—

—and then formed into a hexagonal Barrier. It devoured the Pureflame laser completely. Absorbed it. Ate it whole.

Then, with the barrier in the way, he reached down and pulled out the Heaven Havoc Cleaver. It can probably recall this weapon. And so he shattered it in two in a single motion. Then, he shattered it into a million pieces by shattering it against each other.

The glistening dust was diamond.

The Seraph took aim again, but Reyayu flickered. He called upon his Green Sun Womb to flurry forth. The Infernal Green Flames wreathed around him again. Carrying him forward. A halo of greenfire shrouded his hands as he pulled it back. He declared: "Hand of God Style: Quaking Hammer Nieve."

His fist connected with the Seraph's chest. Right between her breasts—right upon the sternum. It was a spot that Reyayu was intimately fond of. He moved so fast that when his fist connected, there was a moment where no force was yet transfered. This was the quaking component of the technick. Reyayu flickered back to his original position, wiping away the brightly burning magenta magicksblood—magenta was Altima's color—right as reality caught up with his fist.

Nine after images convered upon the impact point. The Seraph's torso was annihilated. The rest of her melted away, as if wax against nuclear flame.

Reyayu shook his head. The Green Sun Emperor would not be cowed. He shall wield the burgeoning Godfires and annihilate all Devilry.

Unfortunately for him, of course, the Green Sun Emperor could be delayed.

A sigh. It is all right. He watched as his colleagues dealt with the Ebon Ogre. All roads lead to me.

He breathed. With another sigh, his Green Sun Womb flurried power through him. He performed Green Sun: God Defies Gravity—he leapt up, and soared into heaven once again.

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Mentra thrashed wildly underneath the Ebon Ogre. However, the Ebon Ogre was blessed with the Ultramystic's penchant for Gravity Magicks. And so he made himself denser and denser, making it so that Mentra would not be able to squirm free.

"Fuck this," growled Mentra. "Morph!" And he changed into a fly, zipping away from the Ebon Ogre.

The Ogre was not fazed, however. When Asura Sutasoma formed him, she stole a number of war tactics, battle meditation, and fighter-smarts from her good friend Guonggo, the God of Fighting, brother of Tsiwu the Shennin God of Rebellions, one of the emanations of Gotrabai, the Omniscient of War and Battle. And so, he fought with the battle intellect of an ancient war god.

He bunkered down, readied his war mace. Ashtasi leaped over Galdasigwa and fired three more chakra rods, and then summoned a giant war fan from the invisible space behind her. The war fan's edges glinted sharp, in the sunlight.

The Ogre stepped forward: blocked the first chakra rod with the Dharma Drum, shattered the second with the Wasara Mace, and then deflected the third with a swing of the Dharma Drum. The third chakra rod stabbed savagely into the concrete beside Ebon Ogre.

"Catapult," Ashtasi commanded Galdasigwa. "Now!"

Galdasigwa acquiesced. He reached out to grab Ashtasi's petite form, and chucked her straight towards the Ebon Ogre. The Ogre saw it coming—saw Ashtasi zooming towards it like a bullet. He raised Dharma Drum just as Ashtasi, grinning widely now, smelling blood, swung down with her axe, yelling: "Slaughter Saint: Heaven Cleaves The Wicked!"

The Dharma Drum resounded widely. A thousand mantras sent flying off in every direction for the benefit and merit of all sentient beings before, now, and in the future. The ground beneath the ogre cracked... ruptured. Cleaved in two by the force of the Slaughter Saint Technick. Ashtasi's signature attack, as she was someone who invested only in murderous, damaging Cultivations. And heavily.

Atthur was there, behind the Ebon Ogre. He unsheathed his sword, almost as quickly as Reyayu. It glinted brightly in the sunlight—a silver blade, its form wicked and curving. It was not the bastard sword or halfsword or the long sword or the broadsword of Sorehnese make. No, it was in the form of a Charnel Isles keris... a testament to the power of the Sorehenese over their colonies in the Midday Isles.

Then, he sheathed it back into the folds of his armor.

"High Seraph Sword: Cutting Road Technique!"

A thousand slashes, cutting up in a knitting pattern, ripped into the Ebon Ogre's back. The Ebon Ogre roared in pain. It summoned Ardor to launch Ashtasi away from its shield. It turned around and swung with sound-barrier shattering speed. A thunderclap in the mace-swings wake.

Atthur only smirked as the Wasara Mace smashed into his side. And he blocked it with nothing but a stomp of his foot. The force of the swing erupted behind Atthur, the great prince of Soreh, and sent his beautiful hair fluttering. But no damage breached him. Burnt sienna irises flared brightly as he reached into his Orichalcum King Womb to call upon the Ardor of the Orichalcum King. Copper colored fires erupted from him. The sounds of whirring cogs.

"Orichalcum King: Reality Unravelling Method."

He completed the stomp. Stepped down onto the Wasara Mace. And it shattered into its component parts. Or more importantly, into the illusory magicked strands that it was made of. "Of course," said Atthur. "An illusion. Nothing more. Just like her power."

The Ebon Ogre was not powerful because of its mace, but because of its arms, physique, and laborous ability. It spun around again, generating momentum, and struck the Orichalcum King like lightning. Though Atthur was unkillable, he was not unpushable. And so he flew backwards, skidding across the concrete stone floor. Stopping just before he would fall over the roof's edge.

The Ebon Ogre turned and raised his shield just as Galdasigwa vaulted over it and struck it multiple times with bare kicks. Galdasigwa finished his assault with a wide mid-air swing of the Throne-piece. Throne-Piece crashed against Dharma Drum. Another ten thousand mantras into all the universes.

And then, a crack on the Dharma Drum. Tendrils of lilac magick wafted from it.

"Ah." Galdasigwa was the Lord of Destruction. If something could be destroyed, he could do it. He was the Celestial King of Obliteration. And so as his feet struck the ground again, he called upon his Destruction Demiurge Womb to power his strikes. Azure flames mingled with normal orange flames to create his aura, his aureole. He channeled all of this azure bonfire into Throne-Piece, creating a burgeoning sun-blade.

Then he swung up.

The Ebon Ogre raised his Dharma Drum, but there was nothing he could do. Throne-Piece shattered the Dharma Drum into a thousand pieces.

But the Dharma Drum absorbed all of the world-ending cleaving energy of the Destruction Demiurge Slash anyway. The Ebon Ogre was still in the fight. With the Throne-Piece still cleaving up, the Ebon Ogre stepped to the side, body contorted into the position of a haymaker, and struck. Lightning quick. Thunder boomed from the impact point as Galdasigwa was sent hurtling back as well. Though he hurtled back a considerably shorter distance than Atthur.

One of the 108 Divine Transformations of Mentra was, unfortunately, an asura itself. One of the wrathful gods. And so, Mentra, incensed at this display of audacity, yelled Morph! As his Fly Form reached its apex, and transformed into a giant, three-faced, six-armed Asura. His skin the crimson of burnt embers. His eyes the whites of the heavens.

And around it, he burned a lilac purple bonfire. He tapped into his Spiral Witch Beast Womb. Mentra uttered the mantras for flight, and kept alight. Then, he reached out with his six hands to grasp parts of his flaming lilac aura, grasping it with a particular mudra in hand, to calcify these fires into spears of burgeoning lightning.

"Vajra Summon Magick!"

And the burgeoning, fulmianting lightning turned into the telltale adamantine weapons, shaped intro perfect lancing spears of light. He hurled all six at the same time, and they all knew their mark. The victim of Mentra's scorn.

The six vajras lanced through the Ebon Ogre, annihilating him in painful miniature thermonuclear bursts, obliterating him in a quantum level. That was the power of true vajras—they annihilated at an inframaterial dimension.

Any signs of the Ebon Ogre ever existing at all in the first place was totally removed.

Mentra shapechanged back into his normal form, flying back down and hovering above the concrete—true divinity did not touch dirty mortal ground, after all. "Did we struggle against a summon?"

Ashtasi shrugged, dissipating all her chakra rods and war fan-axe into pureflame. "Would you not think that we wished to flex our technicks, after having no one to use it on for all this time?"

Galdasigwa nodded as he returned back. He sheathed Throne-Piece by letting go of it, and it dematerializing and then rematerializing hovering behind his back, kept in place by some form of gravity magick. "Yes. Exactly. How fun, how exhilarating. Nothing beats the thrill of the fight, nothing beats the thrill of wielding the very powers we have Cultivated!"

Atthur rolled his eyes. "Warmongers will be the death of us. We should have ended it as quick as possible. Now look, where is Sutasoma and... Raxri Uttara now?"

Reyayu floated back, carried upon flowing green fires. "I cannot detect Sutasoma's magick signature any longer."

Mentra nodded. "Neither can I. Either she has High Demiurge level veiling or..."

"She has left completely," said Saint Ashtasi. "Into her Sanctuary."

"Most likely the case," said Reyayu. "A place no doubt protected by gods and, worst of all, Omniscients."

Ashtasi rolled her eyes. "Then what do we do now?"

"We have an important Celestial Meeting to attend to in three days. Remember? Heaven will be divining the fate of the next year and the integrity of the Heavenly Mandate. Itself now fractured across the five great societies." Reyayu cracked his neck. "Lest you all forget, there is a Goddess that we believe can help us in our goal."

"Iraxma," said Mentra, nodding. "The Deity of Higher Fortunes and Geomancies."

"If we can attain the Supreme Geomancy, no one will be out of our sight or sense from Heaven. Even those protected by Omniscients. Let's get to it, and let's not let Sutasoma out of our sights next time."

Atthur scoffed. "You speak thusly. However, it seems as though it was you who let Sutasoma go."

Saint Ashtasi set her jaw. Her scowl was impossible to hide now.

Mentra cackled again. "Aw? The God Emperor having a soft spot for an old ex?"

Reyayu glanced for an instant at Ashtasi. Then he looked away. "No. We cannot kill Raxri Uttara, remember? And besides, you all know it deep in your hearts." Reyayu grinned as the thunderclouds overhead cleared. "Where's the fun in ending the game too early?"

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