The heavens collapsed.
Rheon's unleashed power crashed into the legion of Archons, sending shockwaves that split the earth, shattered the sky, and rippled through reality itself. The very laws of existence—written by the System—wavered, struggling to contain the force of something beyond its control.
The first wave of Archons charged.
Their blades, woven from the very fabric of fate, cut through the battlefield—unstoppable, absolute. Each strike carried the weight of a decree that had never been broken.
[System Authority: Guaranteed Strike]
Yet—they missed.
Rheon stepped through their attacks as if he had rewritten the very moment before it happened.
One Archon swung—a strike that should have landed before Rheon even reacted—but the moment the blade neared him, it was already off target.
Another lunged, a lance of divine judgment aimed for his heart—
But the instant it neared him, the concept of inevitability unraveled.
Hadric witnessed it all, his grip tightening on his war hammer. "He's not just dodging them…"
Elara whispered in awe, "He's making them miss."
Lorien felt it.
Rheon wasn't just avoiding attacks. He was rewriting the encounter as it happened, bending the System's rules against itself.
And then, he retaliated.
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The Anomaly That Should Not Exist
Rheon raised his hand. The air rippled, a distortion of pure power that carried no trace of the System's authority.
A single pulse of his will—
And an entire row of Archons collapsed.
Their bodies fractured, their divine armor splintering as the force of something beyond the System's understanding tore through them.
[ERROR: Anomalous Energy Detected]
[Correction Failing…]
[System Override—]
The notifications glitched, flickering in and out.
More Archons rushed forward, their silver masks betraying no fear—because they did not know fear. They were machines of divine order, bound by absolute law.
And yet—
The moment they neared Rheon, they hesitated.
They had no emotions, no true thoughts—yet some hidden part of them, something deeply embedded within the System's programming, warned them.
It was a concept they had never been designed to process.
A paradox.
An entity that should not be, yet stood before them.
Fighting them.
Defeating them.
The lead Archon finally reacted, raising its hand. The golden sky split apart, and from the heavens, a new command descended.
[Emergency Protocol Engaged]
The Archons suddenly froze, their bodies pulsing with radiant golden light. Their forms began to change, the System rewriting them in real-time.
Their armor morphed, their weapons forged anew, their very beings rewritten into something stronger.
The System had acknowledged that this was no ordinary battle.
This was a war for control.
And it would not allow an anomaly to win.
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The Birth of a New Force
Lorien, Elara, and Hadric backed up, sensing the overwhelming energy rising around them.
Hadric gritted his teeth. "I don't like this. The System's adapting."
Elara's eyes glowed with mana. "It's rewriting the Archons mid-battle."
Lorien whispered, "…It's afraid."
Rheon watched, unshaken.
He could feel it.
The System was trying to compensate.
Trying to correct what it did not understand.
And yet—he smiled.
"Then let's see if it can keep up."
His aura exploded, an unstoppable force crashing against the divine tide.
And the battle for the fate of the world truly began.
When Gods Fear
The battlefield was no longer just a warzone—it was a realm in collapse.
Reality itself trembled as the rewritten Archons descended. No longer bound by their previous forms, they had become something else.
Their silver armor had darkened, their forms shifting between celestial light and void-like shadows. Their weapons had lengthened, radiating an energy that no longer felt like pure law, but something deeper—judgment infused with desperation.
The System had never needed to change before.
Now, for the first time in history, it evolved to survive.
The lead Archon raised a hand.
A deep, hollow voice—layered with thousands of voices, the very will of the System itself—spoke:
"We are no longer enforcers. We are Execution."
The sky split.
From the heavens, chains descended, stretching across the battlefield, seeking to bind Rheon in place. They weren't just physical restraints—they were concepts made manifest.
The Chains of Correction.
To be caught meant to be rewritten.
To be bound meant to be erased.
But Rheon?
He didn't move.
The first chain lashed out, its golden light coiling toward his arm—
And the moment it touched him, it shattered.
The Archons froze.
Hadric's jaw clenched. "That shouldn't be possible."
Elara's voice was barely a whisper. "He's not rejecting the System's power anymore… it's rejecting him."
Lorien's grip on his sword tightened. "He's becoming something beyond even the System's ability to define."
The System, for the first time, had made a miscalculation.
It had tried to bind him.
But Rheon no longer existed in a way that could be bound.
He stepped forward, and the world broke beneath his feet.
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The System's Desperation
The remaining Archons launched their assault.
Their swords, once imbued with absolute law, now struck with adaptation.
Their forms, once rigid in their divine perfection, now shifted with corrupted evolution.
The System had abandoned stability.
Now, it was fighting for survival.
But Rheon…
He smiled.
The moment the first Archon struck, his body moved before the attack even happened. His presence warped the moment, his very existence making the battle itself unpredictable.
A step. A breath. A flick of his wrist.
And an entire squad of Archons collapsed.
Their forms dissolved, unable to maintain their rewritten existence in the presence of something unaccounted for.
Hadric could barely breathe.
Elara clutched her staff, hands shaking. "He's not just stronger…"
Lorien whispered the truth aloud.
"…He's unmaking the System itself."
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The Gods Take Notice
Far beyond the battlefield, in a place where mortal eyes could not reach, they watched.
The gods of the System.
Beings who had ruled over this world for eternities.
For the first time, they had gathered not to judge, not to dictate, but to witness.
A god clad in black flame spoke, its voice like grinding stone.
"This should not be possible."
A goddess wrapped in celestial winds whispered, her tone laced with something none had ever felt before—fear.
"He is rewriting what we have written."
And at the center of them all, seated upon a throne woven from the fabric of reality itself, the Prime God of the System leaned forward.
Its faceless visage turned toward the battlefield, toward the one anomaly it had failed to erase.
Rheon.
And for the first time, the Prime God of the System spoke.
Its voice was not rage.
Not judgment.
Not authority.
It was something more terrifying than all of those combined.
It was uncertainty.
"…What are you?"
And as the battlefield continued to crumble, as the Archons fell one by one, as the very laws of the world twisted under his presence—
Rheon looked up.
And he smiled.