"Highest Boundary!!"
"Get—"
"Completely blown apart, you bastard!!!"
He threw out a punch.
Time stopped.
Space froze.
Even the Aeons and God of War phantoms locked in chaotic battle around them seemed to turn into sculptures in the background.
Only that fist moved, slow yet unstoppable, stamping itself squarely into the center of Mo Wang's chest.
There was no sound.
No explosion.
Starting from the point where the fist landed, Mo Wang's body turned into the finest, purest motes of light.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest as it dissolved, then raised it again, gazing into Mo Wang's eyes, which burned with blazing white flames.
An incredibly complicated smile appeared on his face, yet in the end it settled into relief and pure delight.
"...Beautifully done."
"Another... me."
The words fell.
The Aeon of Finality—Mo Wang, the "source" that had existed through who knew how many cycles, under this supreme punch that gathered the power of all heavens and a brand-new Justice, completely turned into faintly shimmering dust that scattered across the sky...
Powder.
It drifted down in a flurry, falling at Mo Wang's feet, falling upon this barren land at the end of time, and seeming to scatter toward that endless river of possibilities as well.
Mo Wang held the posture of his punch, panting violently. The light around him gradually faded, and the phantoms of the heavenly Gods of War behind him slowly dispersed as well.
Silence once more enveloped this place.
Only he remained, along with the empty wreckage upon the throne.
He slowly straightened and looked at the fist with which he had just shattered the "source." He clenched it, then released it.
Power was surging through him. Not only the portion of Finality's essence belonging to the "source" that had returned after