The multiverse shuddered.
Arkham's proxies—fractured, staggering—still shimmered with stolen godhead energy. Time warped under his will. Fragments of collapsed worlds spun chaotically.
But Stojian was beyond restraint.
His green eye blazed like a supernova. Void shadows coiled violently around his body. Rage erupted from him—pure, unrelenting, a storm no mortal or god could contain.
"ENOUGH!"
His roar shook the void itself. Shadows twisted into titanic serpents, pulsing with void energy.
"THIS… ENDS… NOW!"
The allies watched—awe and fear mingling—as Stojian surged forward.
Not transformed. Not dissolved.
Himself.
The Void Godhead. The Scourge of the Vessel.
Stojian.
His shadows lashed out like rivers of darkness, coiling into blades, tendrils, whips of pure destructive energy. Every movement distorted reality, bending fragments of the multiverse to his will.
Arkham's avatars twitched violently.
They sensed a force beyond comprehension.
Even the Vessel of the Void recoiled, its proxies faltering under Stojian's wrath. The multiverse itself seemed to tremble in recognition of the power being unleashed.
Stojian roared again.
Twin void blades sliced through space. Shadows wrapped around every proxy, constricting, immobilizing, tearing at cores pulsing with stolen godhead energy.
The largest avatars exploded under his strikes. Shards scattered through the void before reforming—only to shatter again beneath his unstoppable assault.
"Your tyranny… ends here!"
His voice vibrated through time and space.
Arkham's domain began to collapse.
Walls of impossible crystal cracked. Structures of fractured reality warped and crumbled. The Vessel of the Void itself shrieked in fury.
Stojian surged forward.
Void energy erupted like novas with each step. Shadows became a hurricane of destruction, piercing the heart of Arkham Asylum.
With a final, overwhelming strike—
He shattered the core.
Void energy spiraled outward, consuming the domain entirely. The impossible structures disintegrated, collapsing into nothingness.
Reality quivered.
The Vessel of the Void's influence dissolved, leaving only the echoes of a restored multiverse.
Silence followed.
The void stilled. Fragments of broken worlds began to reassemble, guided by the residual flow of Stojian's void energy.
A calm, infinite presence resonated through the strands of the void.
"Thank you… for destroying Arkham Asylum."
The Void Vessel's voice was serene yet immense.
"This world can now know peace. You have returned from the Conceptual Nexus, revived your friends and allies, restored cameos. The NTR arc ends. The Conceptual Nexus world is safe. This world, an alternative, now thrives."
Stojian exhaled.
Shadows coiled gently around him. The storm of rage subsided.
The multiverse shimmered with new balance.
Allies returned. Restored to full strength.
Cameos smiled faintly, the remnants of battle fading under the guidance of his void energy.
He looked across the reborn multiverse, his green eye softening.
The fury of the Void had cleansed what Arkham had broken. Erased the impossible. Rebuilt reality from the ashes.
"The fight… is finally over," Stojian whispered.
His voice was low but steady. Shadows flowed around him like a protective cloak, still thrumming with void energy.
The multiverse was at peace.
For the first time in eons.
Stojian had struck down impossibility itself.