Inside the massive spatial gateway, the slumbering Celestial Tiamut and Syd locked eyes.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Even the onlookers, including the Eternals, began to speculate—who would win?
Would it be the White-Clad Hero, or the so-called Celestial?
Even dimensional gods from across the multiverse had taken notice of the event.
Suddenly, within the spatial rift, the gigantic form of Tiamut trembled, as if struggling—either to break free from his restraints or to attack the white-clad figure standing before him.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A series of earth-shaking tremors erupted from the portal.
Whether it was just their imagination or not, the ground beneath them seemed to be quivering.
...
In the Dark Dimension…
"Now this should be entertaining..."
A formless mass of darkness, Dormammu, watched with schadenfreude.
...
In the Nightmare Dimension…
"Let's see how this plays out."
Nightmare grinned maliciously.
He was no match for the White-Clad Hero, but if someone else could cause him trouble? That was a win in his book.
It wasn't just Dormammu and Nightmare—many dimensional beings who had clashed with Syd were watching with glee.
But just as they were relishing the potential disaster, just as Tiamut was about to act, Syd moved first.
Before the entire world's eyes, his right hand glowed with a deep crimson light—the unmistakable radiance of Chaos Magic.
In the next instant…
The mighty and colossal golden form of Tiamut suddenly froze in place.
The Eternals, witnessing this, were left in shock and disbelief.
A Celestial, a being considered among the greatest in the cosmos, had just been stopped in an instant?
How could the power gap be this enormous?!
In the Dark Dimension…
Dormammu, who had been relishing the moment, paused—then sneered.
"Pathetic."
In the Nightmare Dimension…
Nightmare's expression froze.
"He couldn't even take a single hit?"
His delight vanished, replaced by disappointment and irritation.
He had hoped for something more interesting, but this Celestial was nothing but a joke.
Back at the Scene…
From afar, Ikaris—still injured from before—gritted his teeth.
"The Celestials are like the ocean. They give and take life without prejudice. Without them, the universe will eventually collapse!"
"White-Clad Hero, what you are doing is violating the natural order!"
To him, Earth's destruction was an inevitable sacrifice.
As long as Tiamut was born, a new Earth could be created.
The White-Clad Hero was interfering with this natural cycle of destruction and rebirth. Worse yet—he was killing a Celestial!
Celestials were among the oldest beings in the cosmos. Killing one was an unforgivable crime!
And it wasn't even the first Celestial that had died at his hands!
Hearing Ikaris' words, Syd calmly turned to him and replied:
"Oh."
Then, after a short pause, he continued:
"And why should I care?"
Ikaris froze, disbelief filling his face.
How could someone be so utterly unconcerned?!
But Syd had already lost interest in him.
He refocused on Tiamut.
With a mere thought, he activated Chaos Magic's reality-altering power.
Tiamut's body began to change.
A pale, ashen hue rapidly spread across Tiamut's colossal golden body.
Before the eyes of millions, including the Eternals, the once-glowing Celestial turned completely gray.
His golden brilliance faded into dull stone.
And with that, his life force vanished entirely.
Now, he was nothing more than a lifeless stone statue.
Staring at the now petrified Tiamut, Syd shook his head.
"That was it? That's all it took?"
He had expected more resistance.
But thinking about it, it made sense.
Even a regular Celestial would struggle against Chaos Magic.
And Tiamut was still incubating, at his weakest state.
Had the Eternals been able to halt his emergence, then Syd could certainly end him with ease.
The Eternals were stunned.
"Tiamut is... dead?"
A Celestial, one of the most powerful entities in the cosmos—killed in an instant?
They had known the White-Clad Hero was powerful, but not this powerful.
Even more troubling—their mission was now a failure.
Across dimensions, Dormammu and other powerful beings couldn't help but mock Tiamut's pathetic performance.
On Earth, ordinary citizens were left speechless.
"Wait… it's over already?"
"Wasn't this thing supposed to be a god?"
"A god? Against the White-Clad Hero? Of course, he lost!"
"This guy is an Omega-level mutant, no—a Super Omega. The Celestial never stood a chance!"
At the exact moment of Tiamut's death, a ripple was felt across the universe.
Far away, in an unknown cosmic domain, the Celestial Judge Arishem felt the disturbance.
"Tiamut... is dead?"
The mighty voice of Arishem echoed across the void.
A vision of Tiamut's final moments played in his mind.
There, in the center of the image, stood a white-clad figure, bathed in crimson light.
"The White-Clad Hero?!"
At that moment, the Celestials understood everything.
Another Celestial had fallen—and the same individual was responsible.
Nearby, another Celestial spoke grimly:
"On Earth, only the White-Clad Hero has the power—and the audacity—to kill Tiamut."
Even Arishem agreed.
And so, the Celestial Council reached a grim realization.
"How many Celestials have died already?"
For millennia, it was unheard of for even one Celestial to die.
But now? They were falling one after another.
And it was all because of one man—the White-Clad Hero.
"That mutant must die!"
The Celestials looked furious.
"A mere mortal dares to defy us?!"
"His arrogance ends now."
"There will be no place in this universe for him to hide!"
As the Celestials plotted their vengeance, back on Earth—
Syd clenched his fist.
The Space Stone, glowing in his palm, ceased its energy flow.
The spatial rift collapsed, sealing away the now-dead Celestial forever.
(End of Chapter)
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