All Ancients vs Chaos Battle: Final Confrontation

Chaos had never experienced fear before. There was no proper method of translating what exactly it felt in that moment, because it experienced emotions far differently than a mundane being could process. The cessation of its own existence paralyzed it with inactivity and hesitation. None of this should have happened. They did not deserve to win. I need the Sphere of Time back. Why did I allow it to be destroyed? I am foolish. Disgustingly foolish.

But I am also omnipotent.

Chaos raised its gaseous arms and began to channel all vestiges of its power. The Ether vibrated with force and red light.

I am Creation. I created Everything in this universe and I destroy whatever I wish. That includes my brother. If I can do that… then I can do this, too.

Blinding golden lights began to beam out from a orb of light it was creating. None of the Royals could approach as the force pushed them away, dragging them across the circular arena.

I’ll just make another.

The Sphere of Time burst into being anew, and was quickly absorbed by Chaos. The form began to grow, a body of both flesh and golden metal twisting and warping to form a caricature of the Royals’ Ancient forms, imbued with golden light and bending time to its will. Suddenly time itself stopped with a loud gong of bells, and all Gods were frozen in place. Chaos, of course, was not affected.

The hulking, ten-stories-tall creature of chaotic wrath laughed. Now that the battle had started it was free to smite them all from the ethereal plane instantly. And it prepared to do so.

Chaos births ten, consumes again, and the golden bells will ring.

And there was no one to stop it.
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