In that moment, the Divine Horror didn’t just strip away divinity entirely—it rendered Diana’s counter useless, copied it instantly, and hurled it back at her with full force.
In a heartbeat, millions of dark spears ripped through the void toward her, like a storm raging in reverse, their tips radiating an emptiness so deep it devoured the light around them.
"Tsk, what the hell," she muttered with a scoff, already bracing herself to somehow slip free yet again.
But then, in that strange instant, as her words finished, the Horror blinked — once, twice, then several times in rapid succession.
SKRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
The Horror let out a piercing, otherworldly screech right after the final blink.
The sound was not just auditory — it was conceptual, a high-pitched wail that tore through the fabric of the white void and made what was left of existence itself shudder.
The screech echoed endlessly, stacking upon itself until it felt as though the void itself was howling.
Before, the Divine horror had stolen her ability to move and stripped away her power to wield Divinity, but this time it went even further—into the realm of the impossible.
With just those blinks, they had silenced her completely, robbing her not only of speech but of the very capacity to form thoughts.
In an instant, Diana froze where she stood.
Her body halted mid-motion, limbs stiff and unmoving, her eyes wide and fixed, staring into nothing like a mannequin adrift in emptiness.
Her mind went utterly blank—no plan forming, no spark of resistance—just a hollow, chilling stillness that seemed to stretch on forever.
*At this point add in a scene of the Silouehtte disappearing around her as each of the Spears land.*
And then, the countless dark spears found their mark.
SHKKKKK!!!!!!!!
Each spear slammed into her with devastating force, piercing her body, her conceptual battle dress, and her very existence.
The essence of Nonexistence clung to every wound, trying to make her completely nonexistent — to erase her from the narrative itself, to turn her into nothing but a forgotten character.
Diana was sent flying once more, her motionless body tumbling through the white void like a broken doll, multicolored blood trailing behind her as the spears continued to pierce and devour her form.
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In that moment, every member of the Ineffable was discovering firsthand just how ridiculous Divine Horrors could be.
Ash and the others lounged on their thrones high above the battlefield, each sporting a mix of interest, curiosity, and mild shock as they took in the unfolding clash.
Thalion adjusted his eyeglass with a slow, deliberate motion, his wife seated quietly beside him.
He leaned forward slightly; his gaze fixed on the massive Horror and Diana’s struggling form below.
"It’s not just reacting," he murmured, his voice thoughtful. "It’s more than that. These Divine Horrors... they’re created to be wrong."
From this vantage point, it was clear to everyone what the Divine Horror was doing—and it was shockingly simple.
Across any existence or verse, Ash had crafted the Divine Horrors to be a challenge for anyone.
No matter the power, decree, or weapon used against them, all they needed was to witness it once before they could erase it entirely from the story itself.
Such a thing was clearly meant for the mightiest of the Horrors, yet even at their weakest, they proved troublesome for those on par with them or even slightly stronger.
They weren’t merely fighting—they were pursuing absolute and total erasure.
Nearby, Kaelthyr also sat with his wife, a low chuckle escaping him, though his narrowed eyes betrayed a spark of genuine curiosity.
"Brat, why did you make them so... troublesome?" he asked, casting a look toward Ash.
"They’re not just strong — they become an absolute nightmare the longer the fight goes on."
Ash chuckled quietly, the sound easy and almost amused, leaning back against his throne with a relaxed air, one arm still draped casually around the Mother.
"It makes it all the more entertaining," he replied, his reddish-purple eyes sparkling with amusement.
As always, he knew his journey would soon reach its end, with his final goal clearly in sight. With that in mind, there was no way he was going to waste time being bored.
Between writing his novels, spending time with his wives.... he wanted to keep Pantheos endlessly entertaining.
And with the Divine Horrors being so unstoppable, he thought it was perfect.
"If you can’t kill them quickly enough... then you’ll just find yourself becoming more and more limited the longer the battle goes on. That’s the fun part."
Riona, the daughter of Ash and Vaeloria, leaned forward on her throne, her face a blend of concern and curiosity as she watched Diana from above.
"Well.... how is Mother Diana going to get out of this?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine interest.
Across from her, Drake, the Tyrant of the heirs, lounged lazily in his seat, arms crossed, his expression one of detached boredom as he observed the clash below with half-lidded eyes.
"It’s not like she’s tapped into any Divine Power... or bothered to show her true form yet," he remarked flatly, as though the outcome was already obvious.
Ash only smiled, his gaze fixed on the intensifying battle below as the Horror continued its relentless assault, the white void around them trembling with every clash
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As they watched.... Diana remained completely frozen in the white void, her body locked in place like a statue mid-motion.
Her eyes were wide and unblinking; her expression caught in a moment of shock as the Horror’s influence continued to strip away everything that made her Diana.
Then the colossal Horror let out a wild, piercing screech that tore through the white cage like shattering glass.
SKRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
The sound was deafening, layered with countless distorted voices that made the void itself tremble.
In the next moment, countless balls of pure Nonexistence spawned around it — spheres of absolute black that devoured light and concept alike.
Along with them, jagged constructs of void and nonexistence materialized, all of them hurtling toward Diana with lethal intent, seeking to erase her completely from existence.
Diana simply lay there, seemingly lifelessly floating in the air.
Her limbs dangled uselessly, the spear and whip long gone from her grasp — and, honestly, she’d never even had the chance to use them.
There was no fight left in her, no desperate flare of strength or willpower, just a complete and chilling stillness.
She looked like an empty vessel, her mind wiped clean, her divinity and even the smallest spark of movement ripped away.
All she could do was remain frozen as the storm of annihilation drew closer, ready to consume everything.
Then—
BADUMP!
A single, loud heartbeat echoed across the entire white blank void.
BADUMP!!!
The sound was deep, resonant, and powerful — like the beating of a cosmic heart that refused to be silenced.
In that moment, Diana’s whole body seemed to just slip away.
There was no dramatic explosion or violent shattering—she simply dissolved, fading into nothing, as though she’d never been made of anything solid at all.
One second, she was there, and the next, the space she’d occupied was just empty, her presence gone without a trace.
Every attack — the countless balls of Nonexistence, the jagged void constructs — struck nothing but air.
They passed through the spot where she had been, colliding with each other in a chaotic explosion of black energy that rippled across the white void.
Then.....
HUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
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