Single for Eternity

I stared at the flickering remnant of what had once been the God of Darkness. All that remained was an orb of unstable, pulsing energy—trembling in place like it was terrified of me. As if it were hiding the last echoes of something far more ancient than even gods. A fragment of a primordial force.

I couldn’t help but laugh internally, my lips curling into a smirk despite the pain still echoing faintly in my bones. It was comically ironic, honestly. This whole situation reminded me of that ancient scribble—Baldy.

The self-proclaimed archivist of forbidden truths. Baldy had likely thought of Chaos too... and that alone was what got him killed. ’How poetic.’

And now me? I’d only said the word—Chaos—and the God of Darkness had unravelled like paper in fire.

’Was I just that damn strong?’

I chuckled to myself. One word. Just one name, and even so-called immortals fell to their knees, begging for mercy or running in blind terror. Maybe it wasn’t something to be proud of, it wasn’t fair play exactly, but who the hell cared about that?

"I sure as hell didn’t," I muttered, grinning like a maniac.

But before I could savor that sweet taste of invincibility, something broke.

A searing lance of pain exploded through my skull. It was sudden, vicious, and all-consuming. No warning. No build-up. Just agony.

I stumbled backward, clutching my head as if I could rip the pain out with sheer force. It felt like a thousand parasites were tunneling into my brain, chewing through every memory, every nerve, every ounce of rationality.

A scream burst from my lungs—raw and primal. I dropped to my knees, and then fully to the ground, thrashing as the torment intensified.