The planet beneath them trembled in fear, its inhabitants completely unaware of the impending doom. The once-thriving world, filled with civilizations and cultures rich in history, had now become the target of the ultimate conquerors. Eternal, Lunara, and Selipha hovered in the void above, an imposing presence that blotted out the stars.

  Eternal, his form towering even against the vastness of space, surveyed the planet below. His eyes, glowing with the cold fire of an ancient god, scanned the world he had already claimed in his mind. The final act was only a matter of time.

  Lunara stood beside him, her expression serene yet tinged with a thrill of excitement. Her connection to Eternal was profound—each moment of conquest was a step closer to their ultimate goal: to create a new world in their image. The planets they conquered would serve as the foundation for their rule, their empire expanding with each world that bent to their will.

  Selipha, the fallen archangel, was a perfect ally in this chaos. Her once-pure wings now flickered with dark energy, and her presence was a reminder of how far she had fallen from her celestial origins. She, too, relished the destruction, eager to see the universe burn under their reign.

  “They stand ready to face us,” Selipha said softly, her wings flaring out behind her, the black light reflecting the power she had embraced. “But they won’t last long.”

  Lunara smirked, her eyes glittering. “A few defiant fools, no more. They will bend. Or they will break.”

  Eternal remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the planet’s surface. The armies had assembled, believing themselves prepared for the invasion. The gods of this world, self-proclaimed protectors, were already gathering their forces to oppose him. They were nothing compared to the storm that was about to descend upon them.

  Finally, Eternal spoke. His voice, though soft, echoed across the expanse of space, as though the universe itself was forced to listen.

  “The gods who rule this world,” he said, his tone as cold as the void, “have forgotten the true nature of power. They cling to their thrones, deluding themselves that their defenses can stand against the inevitable. You think yourselves worthy of defiance, but you are not. Your gods will fall, your cities will crumble, and your world will cease to exist. This is not a war. This is your extinction. Your final lesson.”

  A shiver ran through the assembled forces below. They could not see Eternal’s form in full, but his presence permeated the very fabric of their reality. The weight of his words, the sheer certainty in them, rattled the gods who once ruled with impunity.

  As he spoke, Oblivion began to materialize in his grasp, summoned from the depths of his will. The dark aura surrounding it sent ripples through space, a warning of the devastation to come. The massive, razor-sharp edge gleamed, the red veins pulsing with destructive energy. The symbol of destruction at its center twisted, alive with an unsettling power that seemed to feed off the fear building below.

  Eternal lifted Oblivion, its weight not even a burden to him. “Let this be a lesson,” he murmured.

  Without another word, he swung the axe down in a fluid motion, the dark energy radiating from the strike. The heavens themselves seemed to bend as the planet began to shake violently. The surface cracked, vast fissures opening in the earth. Oceans boiled, mountains crumbled, and the skies tore apart, torn asunder by the force of the blow.

  As the planet’s core trembled, the elite gods of this world, those who thought themselves strong, raised their hands in a futile attempt to stop the oncoming destruction. But Oblivion was not a weapon to be stopped. As the axe cut through the planet’s atmosphere, the force of its swing shattered their feeble barriers.

  Lunara watched with cold satisfaction as the planet’s surface split. “This is just the beginning. The rest will follow.”

  Selipha’s laughter rang out. “The moment they defied you, they sealed their fate. No one can stand against the Immortal Kings.”

  The planet’s destruction reached a crescendo. The very core of the world imploded, unable to withstand the immense power Oblivion had unleashed. It was no longer a planet but a collapsing star of its own making—consumed, eradicated, erased from the universe.

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  As the remnants of the world drifted into nothingness, Eternal lowered Oblivion, its hunger for destruction temporarily sated by the annihilation. His eyes burned with a cold satisfaction as he turned to his two queens.

  “They will all learn,” he said, his voice like the whisper of death itself. “Those who do not bow to me will be wiped from existence, just as this world was.”

  Lunara stepped closer, her gaze filled with admiration. “Your power knows no limits.”

  Selipha smiled darkly. “And no one will ever dare to challenge you again.”

  Eternal looked out into the void, his form towering against the vastness of the universe. The message had been sent. The universe would know that the Immortal Kings had arrived—and none would dare to stand against them.Onto the next one shall we my queen's.

  The stars above shimmered with distant promise, but beneath them, a world that was untouched by chaos was about to feel the weight of an unstoppable force. The Sacred Waters of Asteris, known across the universe as the Heaven's Tear Lake, glistened beneath the twin moons of the planet. It was a place where gods themselves bathed to heal, replenishing their divine essence. The waters, infused with ancient magic, were said to possess the ability to cleanse and regenerate even the most powerful of beings.

  This planet was cherished by the followers of Zairos, whose worshipers prayed fervently to the Supreme Being for blessings, prosperity, and healing. The healers and sages who tended the sacred waters were revered across the universe. For Zairos, this world was of immense importance—its fall would not only cripple his domain but would send a signal that no place was safe from Eternal's wrath.

  In the heart of the planet stood a grand temple, where the most devoted of Zairos' followers gathered, offering sacrifices and prayers to their god. The air was thick with incense, the chants of the faithful rising in harmony. The world’s protection, however, did not rest solely on their devotion. It was guarded by one of Zairos' most powerful and feared elite gods: Vorathis, the Warden of the Sacred Waters.

  Vorathis, a towering figure of living granite and gold, was a deity of great power, entrusted with the world’s defense. His body radiated an aura of divine strength, and his mere presence was enough to make even the most powerful gods think twice before challenging him. He had spent millennia guarding the sacred healing lake, ensuring that no harm would come to it, no enemy would enter its borders. His connection to the land was as old as the waters themselves—he was part of the planet, and it was part of him.

  But none of this would stop Eternal, the Immortal King.

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  The void above Asteris darkened, as a colossal ship appeared, its sleek black surface gleaming with a menacing aura. Eternal, with Lunara and Selipha by his side, stood at the helm of this vessel. His cold gaze fell upon the world below, and an unsettling silence hung in the air. Oblivion pulsed in his hand, its hunger for destruction already growing.

  “Such a sacred place,” Lunara mused, her voice soft yet filled with dark fascination. “The gods themselves bathe here. How quaint.”

  Selipha smirked. “How weak. They rely on the faith of mortals to protect them. But faith is easily broken.”

  Eternal said nothing for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he observed the serene beauty of the healing lake. But he had no interest in the peaceful surface of the world. His mind was already set on the chaos he would bring. A warning to the entire universe, that no place, no sanctuary, was safe from him.

  Suddenly, a wave of divine energy washed over the world, as a presence filled the void—a storm of golden power materialized before them, and Vorathis appeared.

  The Warden was massive, standing taller than the tallest of mountains. His form was adorned in armor forged from celestial stone, and his golden eyes burned with righteous fury. He raised one hand, and the air around him shimmered with divine force. A powerful wave of energy, the essence of the planet itself, rose from the sacred waters, sweeping toward Eternal and his queens like a tidal wave.

  "Eternal," Vorathis' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the universe. "You will not defile this sacred land. The waters of Asteris are not yours to destroy. Leave now, or face divine retribution."

  Eternal stared at him, unmoved. The divine being's words were nothing but a distraction. Vorathis was strong, perhaps one of the most formidable warriors of Zairos, but he was still nothing more than an obstacle in Eternal's path. He had no respect for the gods of this world, nor the power they wielded.

  With a flick of his wrist, Eternal summoned Oblivion into his grip. The air around the axe thickened with tension, the red veins glowing ominously.

  "You are the guardian of this pitiful world, Vorathis?" Eternal said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I see only a broken god standing before me. The faith of your worshipers won't save you. Oblivion hungers."

  Vorathis raised his arms, summoning the full power of the Sacred Waters to shield the world. The very earth beneath their feet seemed to pulse with energy, and the sky above twisted as the healing lake's power fought back against Eternal's presence. The Warden's power surged with the weight of countless years spent protecting this sacred world.

  But it was too late.

  In one swift motion, Eternal raised Oblivion above his head. The weapon's dark aura intensified, as if the very fabric of reality feared its power. Vorathis’s protective shield shattered like glass, and before the guardian could react, Oblivion came crashing down.

  The planet trembled, and the healing lake's waters rippled violently, as if they too were in pain. The sheer force of Oblivion's impact sent shockwaves across the world. The protective shield around Vorathis shattered, and the divine guardian was thrown back, bloodied but still standing. The sacred water began to churn, darkening and pulsing with chaos.

  Vorathis stood defiantly, the cracks in his armor glowing with golden light as he glared at Eternal. "This is not your victory," he growled, his voice strained but resolute. "This world will never bow to you."

  Eternal smirked, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "This world will be erased. Just like the rest."

  He raised Oblivion once again, and the axe’s dark power surged through the atmosphere, as if the very stars above them were trembling in fear. The ground began to split, and Vorathis's divine light flickered, unable to stand against the might of Eternal’s will.

  Before Vorathis could react, Lunara and Selipha advanced, flanking Eternal with terrifying grace. Lunara’s eyes burned with destructive energy, and Selipha’s dark wings shimmered with celestial wrath. The two queens were ready to ensure that nothing stood in their way.

  With Oblivion raised high, Eternal delivered the final blow. The world of Asteris began to collapse under the immense pressure, the sacred waters evaporating into nothingness, le

  aving nothing behind but the echoes of lost gods.