The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 43: Clash of Time and Casuality

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The battlefield lay in ruin. The divine energies of countless lesser gods had dissipated, leaving only seven figures standing amidst the celestial wreckage. Each of them radiated raw power, their presence warping reality itself.

Aetherion's subordinate, the God of Chronomancy, stood motionless, his form flickering between past, present, and future. Every breath he took seemed to rewind and replay, an unbroken cycle of existence.

Ignis's chosen, the God of Molten Flames, hovered in the air, his very being a fusion of fire and magma. The heat from his form distorted space, making even the fabric of reality waver.

Eterna's champion, the Goddess of Decay, walked forward slowly, her steps leaving trails of rot and desolation in the void. Even time itself recoiled from her presence, refusing to mend what she touched.

Noctis's trickster, the God of Illusion, smirked as he casually adjusted his coat. His form flickered, constantly shifting between multiple versions of himself, as if reality itself couldn't decide which one was real.

Zephiron's warrior, the God of Celestial Thunder, crackled with cosmic lightning, his body a conduit for the boundless storms of creation. His very presence rumbled through the heavens, as though the universe itself acknowledged his might.

Vaelora's strategist, the God of Causality, remained still, calculating every possible outcome. The battle had already been fought in his mind—he simply had to make the reality align with his vision.

Nyxara's harbinger, the Goddess of Ruin, stood at the center, her presence a void of destruction. Every step she took erased even the concept of existence beneath her feet. To oppose her was to challenge the end itself.A long silence fell between them.

Then—A bolt of celestial lightning struck the ground.

In an instant, they moved—

Aetherion's subordinate, the God of Chronomancy, stood motionless, his form flickering between past, present, and future. Every breath he took seemed to rewind and replay, an unbroken cycle of existence.

Vaelora's strategist, the God of Causality, remained still, calculating every possible outcome. The chains of fate coiled around him, shifting in response to his will.

The battle had already been fought in his mind—he simply had to make reality align with his vision.

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A long silence fell between them.

Then—

A bolt of celestial lightning struck the ground.

In an instant, they moved.

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Time twisted. Reality fractured.

Chronomancy extended his hand, and in that moment, time ceased.

Not slowed. Not reversed. Simply stopped.

Everything around them froze—space, energy, even thought itself. The battlefield stood locked in a moment that no longer existed.

In this void beyond time, Chronomancy moved, stepping forward with divine precision.

His goal was simple: defeat his opponent before time resumed.

But Causality merely smirked.

The concept of 'stopping time' had already been rewritten.

To all others, time had frozen. But for him, it continued.

With a mere thought, Causality nullified the event before it could happen. The moment never existed, the power never activated.

Chronomancy staggered, his ability defied before it could take effect.

"Well," Causality said with a smirk, eyes gleaming with interest, "Now this is getting interesting."

Chronomancy's gaze sharpened. "Then let's take this seriously."

He accelerated.

Instead of stopping time, he sped it up—for himself. A thousand moments passed in an instant. To the world, he vanished.

Causality's divine senses flickered as reality adjusted. Instinctively, he searched the threads of karma, looking for the one path that ensured survival. The moment he found it, his body moved—dodging at the precise moment before Chronomancy's attack could land.

But Chronomancy smiled.

At the exact spot where Causality dodged, another strike was already waiting.

Causality's eyes widened as a blade of pure time slashed toward him. But instead of resisting, he let it pass through him.

The moment should have severed him from existence—yet, in the grand scheme of fate, it simply never happened.

He stepped back, unharmed. Then he grinned.

"Alright," Causality said, stretching his fingers. "Now, I'll be serious."

A book appeared before him. Its pages were blank—yet filled with possibilities.

Blue threads of fate extended outward, unraveling like woven glass, forming countless reflections of every possible future.

Chronomancy's gaze darkened. With a wave of his hand, his weapon emerged—rising from the depths of a river of time itself.

A ringed blade, its edges engraved with shifting clockwork mechanisms, floated beside him.

Both gods took their stances.

Then—they clashed.

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The Collision of Power

Their weapons met, and the impact shattered time itself.

The past and future bled into the present as each strike defied logic. Causality dictated what 'should' happen, while Chronomancy dictated what 'could' happen.

Causality chose the timeline where he had already dodged the next attack—only for Chronomancy to choose the moment where Causality had already been hit.

Reality twisted as both outcomes occurred simultaneously.

Chronomancy's ring blade sliced through causality itself, severing the very notion of 'what must happen.' But Causality's book rewrote it, ensuring the strike had never landed in the first place.

They fought at impossible speeds, each rewriting reality at will.

Causality eliminated the possibility of failure.

Chronomancy manipulated the certainty of success.

The battlefield around them fractured—memories of past and future worlds flashed across the air—as each of their powers bent the very nature of existence.

For every attack, a counter.

For every certainty, an uncertainty.

For every inevitability, an alternative.

Neither could gain the upper hand—until—

The battle reached a singular moment.

A moment where no future existed.

Causality's book flickered, its pages turning blank.

Chronomancy's blade stopped mid-swing.

Both gods froze.

For they had reached a point where neither time nor fate could dictate the outcome.

In that instant, they both realized—

This battle could not be decided by mere concepts.

For the first time, a grin stretched across both of their faces.

"This," Chronomancy murmured, eyes gleaming with thrill, "is going to be fun."

Causality chuckled, shifting into a ready stance. "Let's see which of us will win."

Then—they charged once more.