As Sul tried to pull Cal back with soul-weaving, Anu's aura changed.
A new crown formed—this one forbidden, black, and ancient. It bore no jewels, no runes—only writhing law fragments.
The Crown of Rejected Divinity.
"I am no longer a contender," he whispered. "I am a final choice."
Moac's eyes widened. "He's… forging a new path entirely."
Sul's voice trembled. "He's forcing the multiverse to create a fourth Crown... One not sanctioned by the Creator."
In the Hall of Eternal Eyes, Eon fell to his knees.
"If that Crown completes… he won't be Above All anymore."
Seu, weeping phoenix tears, asked, "What will he be?"
Vatae, arms crossed, grinned.
"He will be Beyond All."
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The Multiverse Cries Out
All across creation, beings collapsed in awe and horror.
Some knelt in worship.
Some fled to the edge of voids.
Some imploded under the weight of the paradox.
Even the Voice of the Creator was… silent.
The Ancestral Creator's Avatar flickered. Faded. Withdrew.