The blinding pillar of holy white light began to disperse, leaving behind a shimmering haze of superheated air that violently distorted the desert horizon.Standing in the newly melted glass of the Aethelgard dunes was the Ascended Justiciar.
His immaculate, silver-gilded plate armor pulsed with the self-righteous, structured laws of the Zenith Heaven, each rune glowing with a blinding brilliance that demanded submission from all mortal flesh.
The four massive, crystallized wings of elemental light on his back flared aggressively, sending rhythmic, heavy shockwaves of suffocating holy pressure washing over the sands.
In his right hand, a massive two-handed greatsword hummed, its edge coated in a brilliant, white-hot soul fire meant to incinerate all things profane.”An anomaly,” the angel hissed, his voice echoing like thunder across the empty expanse.
His glowing golden eyes narrowed, locking entirely onto Sargon.
“A vessel born into the lower realm without a soul signature is a blight upon the cosmic ledger. The judges of the higher planes have noticed the absolute fracture in reality at these coordinates. You shall be purged from the tapestry.”
From the elevated helm of the Al-Staria, Kaelen choked on his breath.
Sargon’s Ruler of Authority law had artificially stabilized his breaking mind, preventing his ego from completely collapsing under the weight of the cosmic void.
Yet, the sudden, blinding presence of a literal celestial executioner was pushing his mortal survival instincts to their absolute limits.
He gripped the wooden steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the angel.
Every instinct screamed at him to flee, to dive into the sand dunes, to beg the heavens for mercy.Sargon did not flinch.
He did not shift his stance.He stood at the very edge of the white ironwood bow, his tattered slave rags fluttering violently in the divine gale generated by the angel’s light wings.
He looked down at the towering celestial being with a gaze of utter, absolute indifference.
To the spinning galaxies within Sargon’s pitch-black pupils, this four-winged justiciar was not a god.
He was not an absolute entity.
He was merely a secondary, low-tier construct built upon the rigid laws of reality—laws that Sargon’s own biological mother, the Goddess of Origin of Creation, had personally written at the dawn of time.
“Purge the lower realm!” the angel thundered, his patience instantly exhausted by Sargon’s silent defiance.With a brutal, two-handed vertical slash, the justiciar swung his greatsword.
A colossal torrent of holy, white-hot fire erupted from the blade.
It swelled into a massive, hundred-foot wall of pure conceptual destruction, roaring across the glass dunes directly toward the sand-ship.
The heat was so immense that the air groaned under the pressure, and the reinforced hull of the Al-Staria began to warp and pop from fifty yards away.
This fire did not just burn flesh; it was designed to target spiritual veins, to reduce a sinner’s bounded soul to permanent, un-reincarnable ash.”Lord Sargon!” Kaelen shrieked, unable to contain the scream as the wall of blinding white flame closed in on them, threatening to swallow the ship whole.
Sargon slowly raised his right hand.He didn’t draw a sword.
He didn’t chant an elegant incantation.
He didn’t even gather the ambient mana streams of Aethelgard.
Instead, the void within his chest pulsed, and a microscopic speck of pure, absolute nothingness manifested at the center of his open palm.In less than a millisecond, the speck expanded, transforming his entire right hand into a lazy, roaring vortex of pitch-black and deep violet void energy.[Ultimate Attribute: Sovereign Void] activated.Sargon casually thrust his hand forward, meeting the oncoming tsunami of holy fire with his open palm.The moment the hundred-foot wave of celestial flames touched the outermost edge of Sargon’s swirling black energy, the roaring sound of combustion instantly vanished.
There was no grand explosion.
There was no dramatic clash of opposing magic elements.
The holy fire did not split, scatter, or splash against an invisible shield.Instead, the white-hot flames violently collapsed inward.
Their heat, their light, and their very magical structure were systematically un-made by the void.
The Sovereign Void did not block the fire—it deleted the fundamental concept of “combustion,” “heat,” and “light” from the spell entirely.
The massive, planet-scorching attack was swallowed into Sargon’s palm like water draining into a bottomless cosmic abyss, leaving behind absolutely nothing but a cold, empty draft of desert wind.
The entire desert fell into a dead, terrifying silence once more.The Ascended Justiciar’s holy greatsword froze mid-air, his momentum completely ruined.
The glowing golden light within his celestial eyes flickered violently, his silver-gilded armor shuddering as the conceptual link to his spell was abruptly severed from the universe’s timeline.
It was as if the fire had never been cast.
It was as if the concept of the attack had been erased from the history of Aethelgard.”What…
What did you do?” the angel stammered, his booming, arrogant voice cracking with a sudden, deep panic.
He looked at his greatsword, then back at the youth whose hand was still enveloped in the quiet, hungry swirl of cosmic darkness.
“My flame is born from the absolute decree of the Zenith Heaven! It cannot be extinguished by lower elemental magic! Where is the residue?! Where is the smoke?!”
“Your laws are rigid,” Sargon said.
His voice was quiet, but it vibrated through the angel’s silver armor, rattling the celestial bones within.
“They require a pre-existing foundation of reality to exist. You speak of the Zenith Heaven as if it is the absolute peak of existence. But you have forgotten who drew the sky.”Sargon took a single, calm step forward, walking straight off the wooden bow of the ship.
He did not fall.
The air beneath his bare feet solidified into invisible steps of pure authority as he walked down through the empty air toward the desert floor.
With every step he took, the twin galaxies within his pupils spun faster, casting a subtle, violet shadow across the melted glass beneath them.”You…” The angel scrambled backward, his four massive wings of light flapping frantically as he tried to create distance between himself and the descending youth.
His celestial mind, bound to the structured logic of the Three Heavens, was beginning to fracture.
“You have no soul veins… yet you command a law above the Light… Who are you?!”
Sargon stopped exactly ten paces away from the trembling celestial guardian.
He lowered his right hand, allowing the vortex of Sovereign Void to calm into a low hum, while his left chest pulsed with the activation of his second law.”[Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority],” Sargon whispered.A sudden, invisible shockwave of absolute command rippled outward.
The moment the law took effect, the angel’s four wings of elemental light instantly turned from a brilliant, blinding white to a dull, dead, rotting gray.
The holy runes engraved on his greatsword shattered into fine metallic dust, falling harmlessly onto the glass dunes.The celestial being felt an invisible, omnipotent hand grab his very core, stripping him of his divine rank, his magic pool, and his heavenly authority with a single mental decree.
He was no longer a judge.
He was no longer an executioner.
Under Sargon’s voice, he was less than a mortal.
“No… No! My connection to the Zenith Heaven… it’s gone!” the angel screamed, dropping his useless sword.
He fell to his knees, his silver armor clattering against the glass sand.
He looked up at Sargon, his face contorted in a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated terror.
“You…
you are the child of the Creator…””You are a mere construct of my mother’s laws,” Sargon said coldly, looking down at the kneeling celestial being with absolute indifference.
“You have no right to judge the origin.”Sargon raised his right hand once more, the violet-black vortex of [Sovereign Void] expanding to swallow the air around them.
He didn’t need information from this low-tier angel.
He didn’t need its loyalty.”Now,” Sargon commanded.
“Return to the nothingness from which your laws were born.”
He thrust his hand forward.
The black void energy erupted from his palm, forming a perfect, silent dome around the Ascended Justiciar.
The angel didn’t even have the time to scream.
The moment the violet-black light enveloped his body, his armor, his flesh, his wings, and his transcendent celestial soul were instantly unmade.The void systematically dissolved the angel’s history.
Within the cosmic ledger of the Zenith Heaven, the page containing the angel’s name simply turned into blank parchment.
He was completely, flawlessly deleted from existence.When the black light retracted back into Sargon’s hand, the desert was empty.
The hundred yards of melted glass sand were the only proof that a battle had ever taken place.Clink.A sharp, metallic sound broke the silence.
Sargon looked down.
Where the angel had been kneeling, a single object had survived the deletion.
It was a heavy, pristine token crafted from a solid piece of white starlight diamond, engraved with the grand emblem of the Three Heavens.
Sargon walked over and picked it up.
The token was cool to the touch, humming with a trace amount of heavenly tracking magic.[Notice: Acquired Item ‘Justiciar’s Celestial Pass’.][Warning: The permanent deletion of an Ascended Justiciar has caused a massive conceptual imbalance in the Zenith Heaven’s surveillance matrix.][Alert: Higher-tier entities and regional High Magi are currently recalculating the anomaly. Estimated time until the next celestial deployment: 24 hours.]Sargon squeezed the token, letting it slip into a small tear in space he created using his void power, storing it safely within his personal sub-dimension.
Twenty-four hours.
More than enough time to reach the southwestern coordinates and claim my ship.
He turned around and walked back up the invisible stairs of air, stepping seamlessly back onto the deck of the Al-Staria.Kaelen was still standing at the helm, his face completely frozen in a mask of artificial serenity.
Though his mind was forced to remain calm by the Ruler of Authority, his eyes were wide with a profound, eternal reverence.
He had just watched a slave erase an elite angel of the heavens as if he were swatting a common fly.”My Lord,” Kaelen said, his voice completely steady but dripping with deep submission.
“The levitation matrices are fully charged with your energy. The ship is ready to move.”Sargon walked to the center of the deck, looking out toward the southwestern horizon where the twin purple suns were beginning to set, casting the desert into a deep, violet twilight.
“Increase speed to the maximum,” Sargon ordered coldly, his galaxy-filled eyes reflecting the first stars appearing in the Aethelgard sky.
“We have twenty-four hours before the heavens try to burn this world.
Let us ensure we are sailing the Ether Sea before they arrive.””Understood, Sovereign,” Kaelen replied, slamming his hand onto the main propulsion lever.The white ironwood hull of the Al-Staria let out a mighty hum, its silk sails expanding to their absolute limits as a torrent of cosmic violet energy erupted from its rear thrusters.
The sand-ship shot forward like a meteor, tearing through the golden dunes of Aethelgard at a speed no merchant vessel had ever achieved, leaving a long, glowing trail of starlight sand in its wake.Sargon stood firmly at the bow, his mind already drifting past the atmosphere of the planet, ready to face the infinite multiverse that was waiting for his return.
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