Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

A tremor passed through the chamber as silence weighed heavily after Ixellion's brutal defeat.

Daniel stood calmly amidst the dust and fractured stone, his presence still, unshaken.

But across the thrones, expressions had shifted—no longer prideful, arrogant.

Only resolve.

Zar'Kael rose fully now, his form rippling with obsidian void. His voice was calm but resolute, almost grim.

"We end this now. Invoke your true forms."

A murmur of hesitation fell from one among them—Myraen, the Weaver of Dread.

"If we awaken our true forms... they might sense us."

Zar'Kael's voice deepened with absolute conviction.

"Let them. It matters not. This anomaly—this Daniel—must be undone, even if it means invoking catastrophe upon ourselves."

One by one, they began to rise from their thrones—seven horrors made real.

And then… they changed.

[: Zar'Kael :]

Blessing: Abyssal Monarch

Stigma: The Forgotten Star

Grace: Eternal Dissolution

Throne: Black Infinity

Commandment: All Shall Fade

Core: Void Rebirth

Origin: The First Silence

His body evaporated into a silhouette of a man made of space itself—no skin, no flesh—only a shifting canvas of stars and galaxies spiralling in a humanoid form.

Horns of collapsed black light curled back from his head, and a halo of gravitational rings spun slowly behind him.

His voice echoed like a dying universe, and wherever he walked, sound ceased.

[: Saelithar :]

Blessing: Celestial Blood

Stigma: Silver Curse

Grace: Tears of Eternity

Throne: Lunar Eclipse

Commandment: All Light Bends to Me

Core: Moonbirth Coil

Origin: First Light of Dread

Her serpentine body coiled through the air like liquid starlight, her scales crystalline and shifting between phases of the moon.

Her eyes bled silver rivers, and a towering crescent halo hovered behind her like a second moon.

Her whispers could turn tides and minds alike.

[: Ixellion :]

Blessing: Cinderborn Wrath

Stigma: Starburn

Grace: Crown of Ash

Throne: Solar Pyre

Commandment: Devour All That Burns

Core: Core of Ruin

Origin: The First Fire After Death

Now reborn, Ixellion rose from the rubble, encased in flaming obsidian armour with crimson magma flowing like veins.

His entire body became a sun contained in humanoid form, his wings like collapsing solar flares.

His roar cracked reality.

[: Myraen :]

Blessing: Threads of Fate

Stigma: Unseen Knots

Grace: Elegy of Despair

Throne: Ebon Loom

Commandment: All Fear Must Be Woven

Core: Threadborne Heart

Origin: The Whisper That Ends Hope

She took the form of a massive arachnid queen cloaked in an endless wedding gown of shadows.

Thousands of arms stitched reality like fabric, and her eyes formed a constellation of grief.

Her laughter echoed through the dimensions.

[: Varnokh :]

Blessing: Crown of Decay

Stigma: Plagued Eternity

Grace: Elegance of Endings

Throne: Putrid Dominion

Commandment: All Life Must End

Core: Fleshgrave Blossom

Origin: First Rot After Creation

His flesh peeled in elegant layers, revealing blooming fungi and crawling plagues beneath.

He was dressed in robes of rotted flesh and bone armour sculpted from long-dead titans.

Every breath he took decayed the space around him.

[: Arguun :]

Blessing: Mass Crown

Stigma: Celestial Chains

Grace: Anchor of Oblivion

Throne: Collapse Throne

Commandment: All Things Must Fall

Core: Weightless Heart

Origin: The Orbitless King

He became a walking singularity draped in cosmic iron, adorned in black gravitational bands that orbited his form like prison bars.

His movements tore the floor beneath him, and even thought became heavy around him.

[: Shyros :]

Blessing: Stillborn Dream

Stigma: Slumber Crown

Grace: Kindness of Death

Throne: Endless Cradle

Commandment: All Shall Sleep

Core: Dream-Eater Womb

Origin: The Sleep Before Oblivion

He hovered, a childlike figure swaddled in a cocoon of dark velvet mist, constantly weeping.

From his tears, dream beasts formed and vanished.

His true body was a divine fetus, curled in the void, dreaming endlessly.

The entire chamber began to collapse and rebuild itself in response to their awakened states. The sky cracked above the gate realm. Even the laws of physics recoiled.

And Daniel?

He simply raised his eyes, smirking faintly as the pressure intensified.

"So this is the real face you've been hiding... good. Now this fight might finally be worth my time."

The aftermath of their transformation had caused the air to thicken.

Not with mana.

Not with power.

But with dread.

As the Seven Overlords loomed in their true forms—gods of annihilation, decay, fear, and stars—the chamber convulsed with divine pressure.

The sky cracked, and even the rules of reality writhed like insects beneath their awakened might.

But then… Daniel smiled.

Not wide.

Not arrogant.

Just a subtle curve of the lips.

A smirk that held certainty.

Like a storm that knew it could not be stopped.

"Well then…" his voice was calm, even amused. "It's my turn."

In that instant, all seven Overlords felt it.

Zar'Kael, whose voice silenced sound, paused.

Saelithar, who bent light itself, narrowed her glowing silver eyes.

Ixellion, reborn in solar flame, gritted his teeth.

Myraen's threads trembled.

Varnokh's spores wilted.

Arguun's gravity lost rhythm.

And Shyros… wept louder.

Something was coming.

A presence that gnawed at their immortal senses like a claw dragging across a tombstone.

It was a form that shouldn't have existed and was denied by existence itself.

Then Daniel whispered two words—calmly, like stating the weather:

"Apocalyptical Form."

The moment those words left his lips, the dimension cracked.

The very layer of existence fractured—black, jagged lines of reality tear open like broken glass, spiderwebbing from where he stood.

A deafening, low hum vibrated through the plane, like a dying universe gasping its final breath.

Daniel was becoming something forbidden.

No—something cursed.

A being that should not exist.

That could not exist.

And yet… did.

His bloodline—so impossibly ancient and monstrous that it had denied the denial of its own existence. 

It roared into being, forcing the cosmos to accept what it rejected.

The chamber dimmed.

Then darkened.

Then, he emerged, Daniel's Apocalyptic Form.

He no longer looked human.

But he no longer looked inhuman, either.

He became something beyond.

His eyes opened first, draconian in nature, each pupil like a black slit floating within a spiral of violet-vortex and void.

They weren't just eyes—they were witnesses to extinction.

His hair—once silver—now flowed down to his back, streaked with black and emptiness, glimmering like ink suspended in starlight.

Every strand moved with unnatural rhythm, alive, absorbing light.

From his forehead curled a pair of majestic, jagged horns—obsidian in texture but veined with cosmic lightning, as though the storms of dead stars raged inside them.

His body expanded slightly—not grotesquely, but perfectly, proportionally—reforged by ancient power.

Muscles carved like divine sculpture, wrapped in scale armour so black it seemed to swallow vision itself.

Each scale shimmered with violet runes and flickered with quantum instability.

From his back burst forth a pair of wings, not feathery nor leathery—but universal.

Each wing resembled fractal panels of shifting geometries, void membranes that folded space itself whenever they twitched.

Eyes blinked open and closed within the wings—windows to dying realms.

His tail slithered out, long, segmented like that of a cosmic dragon, tipped with a crescent blade that rippled with voidfire.

But at the centre of his chest, embedded beneath transparent scale-glass, there pulsed a second heart.

A Black Star Core—a burning, miniature star spinning inside him, throbbing with immeasurable heat, energy, and gravitational might.

Every beat of that heart made the chamber tremble.

Every flicker sent shockwaves through the fractured laws of reality.

The very concept of mortality and divinity warped around him.

"What… are you…?" Saelithar whispered, unable to disguise the terror in her voice.

"Anomaly…" Zar'Kael muttered, fists clenched.

Daniel raised his eyes, meeting the gaze of each Overlord.

"I warned you," he said, his voice now layered with dozens—tones—each syllable sounding like multiple beings speaking in harmony. "

You should've run when you heard my title."

He raised a single hand, and the space above his palm began to invert, forming a spiralling black sun.

Their instincts screamed.

Even in their ascended forms, they knew…

This was the beginning of the end.

And Daniel… had just started to warm up.