The celestial fire did not extinguish, nor did it break—it simply ceased to be.
The spear vanished from reality entirely, as if it had never existed.
Aiden exhaled, eyes locking onto his first opponent.
The being who had thrown the flame weapon had finally descended. They towered over him, wrapped in golden armor forged from collapsing suns. Their wings, massive and edged with cosmic fire, stretched across the horizon. Their face was concealed by a mask of pure divinity.
And yet, Aiden could feel their presence pressing against him.
This was no mere deity.
This was a being who had transcended gods long ago.
"You wield an Unwritten Blade." Their voice echoed across reality itself. "Then let us test if you are worthy of it."
Aiden smirked. "I don't need your permission."
—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!
They clashed.
Aiden's sword met the golden warrior's spear, and for a single instant—everything stopped.
Not just time. Not just space.
All things ceased to move.
