classifiedscript Chapter 693: The Truth Part 4
Chapter 693: The Truth Part 4
One being remained after the light subsided.
Reign stood at the center of what used to be space, surrounded by ruins of shattered reality.
No ground supported him, no gravity held him—yet he didn’t drift. It was as if the universe had simply stopped treating him like something it needed to account for.
His face held something unnatural as he turned slightly toward the Void.
No mouth, no teeth—only a crimson smile made of pure energy, brighter at the edges than the center, as if it were being forced to exist.
"So this is what perfection looks like."
When he spoke, the shape didn’t change, and his eyes locked forward—solid red, steady and unblinking, like a warning sign the universe had forgotten to turn off.
His body shifted a fraction, and the darkness that made him up flowed with him instead of resisting.
Through it, thin veins of gold, red, and purple pulsed in slow rhythm, like a heartbeat carried through matter itself. Each pulse sent off drifting sparks that faded the moment they touched empty space.
As he lifted his head, a halo came into clearer view above him—white on the outer ring, black at the center—turning at a slow, constant pace.
Then he spread his presence wider, and the space behind him responded. Twelve pairs of wings unfolded in layered sequence, each one formed from the same living darkness and threaded veins.
Inside them, faint lights flickered—like trapped stars reacting to his movement, pulsing softly with every subtle shift of his form.
CRACK!
The Void expanded in retaliation, sensing that the being before it had already reached a level comparable to its own.
Reign tilted his head slightly.
"Took you long enough to get serious." The crimson smile didn’t waver. "But it’s too late now."
He rolled his neck once.
"I’m ready to end this long, pointless war once and for all."
The Void hit him.
Or tried to.
He wasn’t there.
He reappeared a distance to the left.
The Void’s attack passed through the space where he’d been and erased it cleanly, leaving a hole in what was left of existence.
Reign looked back at the hole.
"Hm. Rude."
The lightning came next — dozens of black bolts, each one capable of unmaking anything with a physical law, crackling toward him from every direction at once.
He flew between the first three without looking, skipping frames again, his wings trailing sparks as he moved. The fourth bolt came from directly above and he caught it.
One hand. Bare.
He held it there for a moment — the black lightning writhing between his fingers, trying to erase the matter it was touching and finding nothing to work with — and then he crushed it.
He opened his hand and looked at his palm.
"That tickled a little."
The Void sent a hundred bolts.
He skipped through thirty of them, caught four more, crushed them one by one, and let the rest detonate against his wings. The darkness absorbed the impact. The veins flared gold, then settled.
"You’re throwing the same thing repeatedly," Reign observed, drifting backward through the storm. "That’s either confidence or a limited imagination. Based on your history, I’m guessing the second one."
Then he raised one hand, and copies of himself began to appear.
Ten at first. Identical. They spread out around the Void’s perimeter and launched simultaneously, each one hitting a different point of the cloud and exploding on contact.
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
Where they struck, the Void did not recover.
Reign stopped moving. "Oh, that’s interesting."
He summoned a thousand version. They hit from every angle at once.
The Void convulsed. Huge sections of its mass went dark and stayed dark. And still it pressed forward, still enormous, still hungry, but visibly — measurably — smaller than it had been thirty seconds ago.
However, given enough time, it began expanding again—slowly at first—until it returned to its full size.
"If hitting you multiple times isn’t enough, then I’ll just devour you whole!"
Reign began to expand.
It happened slowly at first — a gradual swelling of his presence, the wings spreading wider, the veins burning brighter, the darkness of his body thickening and deepening.
Then faster. The sparks jumping off him grew into arcs. The trapped lights inside his wings flared from flickering to blazing.
He grew past the scale of a moon, past a planet, past the size of a giant star — and kept going, until what had once been a single figure suspended in ruined space was now a presence so vast that the fractured remains of solar systems existed in the space between his fingers.
He was bigger than what the word big was built to describe.
The Void responded in kind.
The cloud condensed. The lightning pulled inward. The mass of it — vast and incomprehensible — compressed and compacted and shaped, and the shape it chose was the outline of a man.
Rough at the edges, enormous, made entirely of churning darkness — but unmistakably a silhouette. Two arms. A chest. Something where a head should be.
They looked like two heavenly bodies — two massive, dark, ancient beings pressing against each other.
"Now that’s what I like." Reign laughed.
The Void raised its own arm and the two met in the middle.
BOOOOM!
The impact traveled.
It crossed distances that light would need millions of years to cover, and it covered them in moments.
Planets it touched were not destroyed — they were displaced, knocked sideways out of their positions the way objects get knocked off a shelf.
They were merely collateral damage.
Reign pressed harder. "You’ve been doing this for a long time."
The Void pushed back. The wave expanded further.
"But here’s the thing." The gold veins in his body blazed. Then the red. Then the purple — all three at once, the colors bleeding together at the intersections.
"He was always trying to stop you." His wings expanded and wrapped around the Void, holding it in place.
"I’m not trying to stop you..." He opened his mouth wide, "...I’m trying to finish you for good."