Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1620: Titan

The thunderous hiss and beam were expressions of overwhelming ecstasy. Khan felt as if he had truly come alive, as if his ascension was finally reaching completion, demanding that primitive announcement to the world.

The beam illuminated the vast emptiness with its red radiance, creating another star that spread destruction and light, but the benefits of that feeding session didn’t end there.

The injuries Khan had suffered during the previous charge healed on the spot. Even the internal wounds caused by the implosions fixed themselves before the continuous energy absorption sent his organs into overdrive.

That empowered Khan’s beam even further, altering it. The attack went from a mere release of surplus energy with sparks running through it to emitting proper lightning bolts, becoming the pillar at the center of a storm.

Changes also happened to the blood Khan had spilled during the previous exchanges. Those red drops were still hovering in space, releasing flashes from the sparks within them.

As Khan’s energy reserves surged, those drops of blood brightened, the sparks within them overloading until they generated explosions that fed off the red liquid to empower their self-detonation.

The result was a world in red. Khan’s blood exploded into lightning bolts. More of those attacks shot out of his crackling beam, and his figure also joined the destruction, radiating a scarlet halo that added similar shades to the environment.

Obviously, the world suffered to no end. More and more cracks opened all around the vast expanse, and a red light invaded the fissures that were too close to Khan or his attacks, fueling that destruction even further.

At some point, Khan even tilted his head, moving his beam left, right, up, and down to peel away more of that layer of space and send his destructive redness into that fabric.

And Khan only grew stronger. His meal had barely lasted a second, but he had already devoured an unfathomable amount of energy and could keep going for far longer. There seemed to be no end to how much he could eat, but someone managed to put an end to it.

That stop didn’t come in the form of an attack. The blackness under Khan suddenly disappeared, leaving his hands hovering in the sea of cracks that was the layer of space.

Khan closed his mouth at that point, interrupting his beam, only for the redness that had taken over the universe to vanish instantly. All the areas his lightning bolts had affected were no more, replaced by fractured nothingness.

The widespread damage had become complete. Khan inspected his surroundings, relying on the full extent of his transcendent perception to study the universe, only to discover that it had turned into a spherical curtain of cracked glass.

And Khan was surprised to see the universe’s edge now, which wasn’t due to his incredible senses. That world had simply shrunk so drastically that his eyes could now inspect its spherical limit quite clearly.

It seemed the God had severed the chunks of his universe that were broken to fix to restore a modicum of stability, leading to that drastic shrinking. Yet, he hadn’t stopped there.

Khan had destroyed and destabilized a lot, but not enough to affect the entire universe. Moreover, the fabric of space should have fixed itself after the separate world’s shrinking, but nothing of the sort had happened.

Actually, that process hadn’t even started, and Khan saw no proof that it would.

For all intents and purposes, the layer of space had gone dark. It had somehow died and was ready to crumble entirely, but its destruction didn’t uncover more of its divine foundation. That feature had moved elsewhere.

As Khan’s brain reached conclusions, something materialized behind him, delivering the final clue he had already surmised. A dark, dimming light shone on his back, black hair, and crown, which met a similar glow when he turned to look at its source.

The smooth and empty space was nothing but shards that twisted and refracted anything that occupied its crumbling fabric. However, nothing could stop Khan from absorbing the magnificent scene that filled his vision.

A giant mass of pitch-black, glowing smoke had gathered in the middle of the cracked landscape, taking on a vaguely humanoid shape, but carrying an unmistakable feature on its head-like top.

Two massive eyes stared down at Khan from the mass of True Chaos’ top, their red irises and white sclera the only different shades in that gargantuan clump of obscuring blackness.

Now that Khan could hurt the God deeply, his vast, universal shape had become a weakness. So, the God had retrieved it, condensing it into that titanic form.

Needless to say, that spelled doom for the separate universe. Without the foundation it was built upon, its only fate was to collapse, opening into who knew where.

The only thing keeping that universe together was that spherical, cracked curtain, but its time was running short. The True Chaos in the fabric of space that hadn’t been part of the foundation was still acting as a glue, but its depletion was unavoidable and had already picked up speed.

Unless the God spread his existence and fixed that crumbling universe to it, the fabric of space would fall apart once and for all, removing the very world Khan was occupying out of existence.

Now, Khan wasn’t really savvy in the physics of that issue. He instinctively believed that he would be fine even if the universe were to collapse, but that probably didn’t apply to his companions.

The mental connection vouched for Liiza’s unharmed state, but that wouldn’t last once the separate universe was no more. Khan’s loved ones were about to run out of time, but that terrible predicament also provided him with a unique opportunity.

The God had no physical form, but its current gargantuan shape probably was the closest it would get to it. His entire existence now stood in front of Khan, meaning he finally had access to a specific target to destroy.

It also meant that the next clash was bound to be the last.