Through the storm, a golden chime rang out.
And from a crack in the multiversal edge, he descended.
Clad in white, face veiled, aura timeless and formless.
His voice was a whisper that was heard in every soul.
"Enough."
The Kingly Ruler of Above.
Anu's eyes widened—not in fear, but recognition.
"Avatar of the Ancestor…"
Cal, Sul, and Moac knelt, bodies trembling.
But the Kingly Ruler raised a hand.
"Rise. This battle… must finish. I am not here to interfere. I am here to witness."
And with that, he vanished.
His will remained like a brand across creation—ensuring the next clash would be unfiltered, unwatched, final.
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And so, the three Crowned Above Alls stood. Battered. Burned. But unbroken.
And Anu? He smiled, blood on his lips.
"Now, we fight without boundaries."