"I see.
I was right to choose you, Zylarith Chaosveil."
Nux comnted as he looked at Zylarith with an unsettling calm.
"What do you an?"
Zylarith frowned.
All this while, he was under the assumption that Nux chose him because he believed he was the easiest target and while that was true to so level—
Nux had another motive.
A motive he hid even from his wives because he understood how dangerous it was.
"You control Chaos."
Nux began.
"Chaos is… Contradiction."
Zylarith didn't say anything, those were his words and they were correct. That was what Chaos was.
Nux smiled at his confused expression and—
"You see, I am sowhat of a Contradiction myself."
"What…?"
Zylarith frowned in confusion, Nux however, did not explain any further. He just looked around him.
The unstable Reality, the incorrect Space, the Ti that did not flow in order, the entire battlefield that did not make sense and he—
He… accepted it all.
The battlefield was no longer his.
It was filled with Contradictions.
And that was what he wanted in the first place, of course, the initial and safer plan was to devour him and get what he wanted through his mories—
But—
A few minutes into the battle were all Nux needed to understand how unrealistic that was.
He couldn't defeat Zylarith Chaosveil, he was the strongest Infinity for a reason, he was… far more fearso than anything Nux or even Azriel had predicted.
So why continue the battle?
When he knew he couldn't win, why fight at all?
Because…
Nux, as he was right now, couldn't defeat Zylarith Chaosveil.
But—
Nux himself was no ordinary being.
He was the only being who comprehended all Primordial Laws, the only being who managed to create an independent Universe, the only being who could make the Impossible… possible.
Or in other words—
An Exception.
Or…
A Contradiction.
The Anomaly.
The only being in the entirety of the Multiverse who had comprehended the Law of Anomaly.
A Law that… shouldn't even exist in the first place…
But it did.
Because Nux Leander did.
The problem however, was sothing different, sothing that Nux only kept to himself. While he did manage to form an absurd Law like the Law of Anomaly, he couldn't make… progress in it.
How could he?
The Law itself had no definition, no prior records, no related Energies that one could understand to deepen his understanding of it.
It was an entirely independent Law and Nux had no way to strengthen it.
Or at least…
That was what he initially believed, but as he learned more about the Universe, as he learned more about Sharnoth and through her, he learned about what sort of existence his own Father was—
He had an idea.
Zylarith was wrong.
Chaos was not Contradiction, it was… the de-structuring of… structure. Even Chaos followed a fixed set of rules.
At best, it was… the closest thing to Contradiction.
And Nux—
His Law of Anomaly was the True Contradiction.
And because of that, all this while, as Zylarith attacked him, as Zylarith played around with him like he was a toy, he observed.
He observed Chaos, how it ruined his surroundings, his own body, how it spread disorder while being within order and…
He learned its pattern.
Nux Leander was no normal being, he had stopped being 'normal' a long ti ago and while most, even Zylarith believed that his strongest point was his physical body, Nux and his wives knew how false that was—
Because it wasn't just Nux's body that was reinforced by thousands of worlds he had devoured, his brain was too.
Nux's strongest power was his mind, a mind that had seen the Universe from the perspective of thousands of Worlds, a mind that had a deeper understanding of the Universe, even compared to the Infinities. After all, the Infinities only saw the World through their own limited perspective—
But Nux?
He had observed the Universe through hundreds of thousands of different perspectives.
For a being like him, comprehending an impossible Law while facing the most difficult battle in his life was not impossible—
And that was exactly what he had done.
He, using Zylarith Chaosveil's Chaos as a foundation, strengthened his understanding of the Law of Anomaly and now—
He was ready.
His Golden Eyes shined with an incomprehensible light, Zylarith didn't like the look on his face, so he moved—
One of his fragnts rushed at him, another broke the Space under his feet, taking away his footing, making it so he lost his balance but Nux—
He stood still, then, he grabbed Zylarith's Soul Fragnt by his neck.
"What…?"
Zylarith widened his eyes in disbelief.
This shouldn't be possible, Nux shouldn't have been able to touch his physical body, but he did and he crushed it.
His Soul Fragnt scattered, it should have been able to reform a few ters away, but the next second—
The scattered mist… burned.
Zylarith's Fragnt was… burned out of existence.
"AAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Zylarith scread, feeling the pain of a piece of his Soul being torn apart.
Nux didn't show any reaction, he just looked at another Fragnt that had corrupted the Future and was projecting his current self to attack him.
He grinned, then, he looked into his eyes, almost as if he was trying to read his mind and—
He punched in a random direction, or at least it looked random, but about five seconds later—
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"
Zylarith scread again, the Fragnt that didn't even exist was forcibly torn out of existence, another piece of his Soul was erased.
Then, Nux placed his hand on his own wounds, his chest was torn open and refused to heal, so he used the Power of Life, not to heal, but to give the Wound a… form, a shape.
Sothing with edges, sothing that… could be touched.
Then, Nux grabbed his own wound and… he threw it.
The red-black wound flew through the void like a blade and struck one of Zylarith's fragnts, the fragnt split open, this ti, Nux didn't manage to erase it out of existence, but that wasn't his goal anyway.
Nux's wound was gone, his chest was healed.
"That is not how Life works."
Zylarith couldn't believe the absurdity he just saw.
"It isn't."
Nux nodded, already standing in front of another one of his fragnts. His golden eyes then shined and—
"That is how I work."
He grinned as he destroyed another one of his fragnts.
Then, Nux looked at him and stepped forward. The Power of Creation moved, but Nux didn't create any weapons, he created… a way to Zylarith's True Self.
A way that shouldn't even be possible since Zylarith had long since destroyed the Space surrounding him but—
It didn't matter.
Nux created a way nonetheless and the next second, he stood right in front of him.
The rest of Zylarith's fragnts tried to stop him, moving all at once, Nux used the Power of Destruction, Zylarith changed it, making it so the instant Nux tried to use it to destroy his fragnts, he would be the one to take damage but—
Nux was no longer using Laws how they were supposed to be used.
He was using them in a way that… shouldn't exist.
And since that way never existed in the first place, it had no order, no pattern Zylarith could use to ruin it, making it impossible for Zylarith to stop Nux's Laws from doing whatever absurdity he was planning.
The Destruction Energy destroyed the Fragnts' escape, the void around them locked. When the Fragnts realized it, they tried to scatter, they failed. Zylarith tried to erase his fragnts' aning, but even that failed.
And Nux—
Now that all of Zylarith's Fragnts were right in front of him, a big, wide grin appeared on his face.
"NO…"
Zylarith tried to stop him but Nux punched.
BOOOOOOOOOM
And in an instant—
Every Soul Fragnt was forcibly shredded out of existence and—
"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Zylarith scread in agony he had never once felt before.
Nux didn't waste ti, he had the clear advantage, so he moved forward, prepared to end it, but Zylarith, even as he suffered through the pain of half of his Soul vanishing from existence—
"DO NOT THINK THIS IS OVER!!!
I WILL NOT FALL!!
NOT TO A CHILD LIKE YOU!!!"
He scread, the rage behind his voice was so terrifyingly loud that the entire dinsion shook violently. For a mont, Nux's own body shook as he looked at Zylarith in surprise.
He had erased more than half of his Soul, he had countered all his moves, Chaos held no power over either his Laws, or his body—
The battle should have been over.
Then…
What was with that scream?
What was with that familiar feeling he just felt…?
He thought about it for a mont, and then he found the answer—
This wasn't his own mory—
It was the combined mories of more than five hundred worlds that he devoured—
The mory of a single instance that the entire Universe felt, all at the sa ti, during the Great War of the Five Infinities.
When Zylarith, who was being overwheld by four Infinities, used a move that the entire Universe felt the brunt of, the move that not only injured every single Infinity present there, but also killed the weakened Infinity of Eternity.
Zylarith's trump card, a move he only used once in the history of the Universe and right now—
He was using it again.
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