Chapter 60: God

Jörmungandr, who had just finished securing Zenshiki, felt his massive form tremble involuntarily, with him almost instinctively changing himself back into his human for,.

Oogway was heading in Irene's direction, when he felt a being that seemed to be represented by trillions of screaming souls appear all around him, with him forgetting even how to breathe in the presence of such a terrifying creature.

Fenrir could only whimper in his wolf form as the Evil Entity surrounded all of his senses.

Irene tried her best to raise her head using her willpower, with her getting to look at the... thing.

It was... wrong. 

It seems to be trying to take human shape, yet the nature of the being made everything about it wanting to be human just seem as if it was... wrong.

"I̴̳̲̬̼̙̅́͌͊̀͘n̵̙͎̣̭̩̾ͅț̶͐è̷̻̪͕̬̩̟͗r̷̫͖̯̄̌̉̀e̴͕̭̽̄͂͠ş̴͖͍͓̥̿t̵̙̹͒̽̀̔͠i̵̮͆̏n̶̞̼͇̯͎̤̈̀͐̀͂̔ǵ̸͇̼͖̄.̴̖͉̖̘͌̉͆̎̊̄ ̵̭̻̙̟̼̔Y̸̧͙̔̀̕o̷̐ͅų̸̄̌̊ ̷̧̦̖̻̇̔c̸̠̔͜á̶̝̕ń̷͓̫͖ ̸̢̧̩̤́̈́͘g̵̹̦̣̪̝͗̒a̵̦̼͗̕z̷̨͉͈̲̣̄͝è̸͕͚̩͆̔͜͠ ̷̢̤̙̏̿͒̈́̕ù̷̱̦̮͖́̂̈́̅p̸̡͍̣͖̜̭̆͆ó̵͉̮̙͆̑̍̈́̚ǹ̴̢͎͎͓̯̔ ̵̲̥͌m̶̹̺̗̲̮̰̈́ę̷̧͍̅̀̉̉ ̸͖̼̠͙̟̀a̸̮̼̦̩͗̊̽͜ñ̸͉̝͚̏͗͆͝d̸̘̰̞͒̕͝ ̷̨̧̗̞͕̈́̓͋̋̍͜͠ŗ̸̼̜͙̞̆͌͂̅͋ĕ̸͕̻̙̎̇̈́̈m̴͕͚̤͕̿̆͂͝͝ȃ̵̝̂͛͗i̴̡̛͕̣̐̿̄͛͗n̷͖̟̉͘͝ ̸̖͓̭̇͂̓̎̏s̵̡̠̥̖̽̽̇̂ä̴̝̥̫̖́̅͋n̸̤̟̹̐͌͊ę̸̛̺͆̀͐̋?̴̙̭̆͜"

Irene understood nothing of what the being said, as even its voice seemed to be making the Dimension that they were in feel pain. 

It was at that moment that she felt her eyes and ears bleeding, one from gazing upon the monstrosity and the other from hearing it speak.

Irene could not comprehend what Rune could even work against the thing. She didn't even know if Magic would function properly, as the being seemed to be affecting the very rules that defined reality.

A voice, if it could be called that, reverberated through all of their minds this time, bypassing their ears entirely. It was a cacophony of whispers and screams, of creation and destruction, all compressed into a single, maddening utterance.

"Ŵ̸̖̮̞̭̗͑͊͗̓͝á̶̧̛̬̪̄̐̕n̷̖͈̈́ţ̵̳̬̲́́͗̒͒̐ ̴̻̱̝̤́͆̏́̽̕͝͝ẗ̶̳̳̫̣̺̦̹̊̊ȯ̸̺͕̩̝̿̆̈́̂̽̓̚ ̷̭̗͕͍̙͓͎̐͂͛̒̄͜b̵̡̨̮̙͓̃͗͛̒̃̎̔͘ḛ̴́͑̌̀̂c̴͙̖̻̬̞̗̬̽̃͜ơ̸̢̹̫͔̝͂m̷̡͈͕̘̻̰̪͒̒͌͋͆̑͜͝e̷̮̐̊̍̈̑̿ ̸̣̰̦̤̔́m̴̼͙͕̠̆̂̄̔y̶̮͓̖̥̹̭̖̪͗̔ ̵̙̼̎ẗ̷̡̼̱̭́̓̇̔̓͘̕ͅo̸̢̨̼̳͈͓͐y̴̦̖̦͇̜̾̒͂s̴͍͙̬̯̠̜͒̀͌͑?̴̨̢̩̘̦̗͖̈́"

The siblings, powerful as they were, found themselves paralyzed. Their bodies, honed through years of training and battle, now felt as fragile as glass beneath the weight of this cosmic presence. Even their thoughts seemed to scatter, unable to form coherent patterns in the face of such alien cognition.

The being finally seemed to decide on what form it wished to take, with space trembling once more.

From the twisting, non-Euclidean space above them, a form began to take shape. It was Shibai, the Otsutsuki God, yet to call him merely a god seemed woefully inadequate. His appearance defied description, constantly shifting between states of matter and energy. Where an arm should be, there might be a swirling galaxy. His eyes, when they could be perceived, held the depth of collapsing universes.

Tendrils of otherworldly energy reached out from Shibai and towards the minds and souls of Yao's children, with the intention likely being to probe the minds and souls of Yao's children. They could feel their very essence begin to be examined, categorized, and found wanting by this entity that seemed to exist beyond the confines of their reality.

Just as their despair was beginning to set in, a brilliant green light pierced through the oppressive darkness. The air crackled with energy as a portal burst into existence, and from it emerged Yao, the Sorcerer Supreme, her eyes blazing with raw power and anger.

The Time Stone embedded in her amulet pulsed with an intense, emerald glow, pushing back against the reality-warping effects of Shibai's presence. Yao's form seemed to flicker between multiple states as if she existed in several moments simultaneously.

With a gesture, Yao created a dome of Paradoxical energy around her children, shielding them from Shibai's overwhelming aura. The siblings gasped as they felt the oppressive force lift, able to move and think clearly once more.

"Mother," Irene whispered, the relief in her voice palpable as she struggled to even sort her mind again properly.

Yao stood before her children, her stance unwavering as she faced the eldritch horror that was Shibai. The contrast was stark – a human figure, however powerful, against an entity that seemed to encompass and transcend dimensions.

Shibai's attention turned to Yao, and the very air seemed to vibrate with tension. When he spoke again, it was as if a thousand black holes were harmonizing in the abysmal state he had chosen.

"Ḩ̵͎͉̩̪͙̲̺͎̝̔̑́̄̊͑̐̒a̸̡̩̥̭̻̫͍̓͛͊͑͜s̸̢̨͚̹͊̽́̓͘ ̷͍̗̞̃͂̔̆̇́̓͘͝ͅt̷̜̩̫̏̈́̐̈́͂̃͒̈́̋h̸̨͕̤̖̜̼͖̫̤̑͑͝͝e̷͈̳͍̤̒͐ ̶̪̪̫̙͈̙̱̪͖̻̎ǵ̶̮͘a̵̛̠͑̿̉̄̾̇m̴̡̅̔͜ě̴͇̹̪̥͒ ̷̛̰̱̭̮͖̩̃̾͐̒̕͘f̵̛͖̥̟̻͍̰̖́͂́͒̋̈̀ͅį̴̛͕̺̯̐̏̍̄̈́̿̌͝n̴͇͔̣̣͇̭̉͊́̓a̵̧̰̘͔̹͚̠͕̫͔͊̾̕ľ̸͚̹̖̟̥̠̓͜l̷̬̥̬͋̄́̾͆̈̄̕͝͠y̷̥͙͖̜̟͒̓̈́̕ ̴͔͙͓̉̒̌͛͛̀̇͊͑b̵̧͈̭̼͎̟̿͒̍̂é̴̢̟̣̻̙͙̬͕̙̒͒̚g̴̘̹͓̬͚͈͙͓͕̠̽̎̐̃̔̈́̾̿͂͠u̵̞̠̳̙͒̃́̔̎͜͜ͅn̵̘͓̭͉̯͔̩͚̠̞͗̓̅͂͝?̷̼͋̄̿͒ ̵̡͓͕̯̻̂̐́̀̈͒̀̕͝Ì̸͚̰̭̣̺͉̺̖̐̽̈́̕'̸̠̺̜̳̲̔͒́͑͊͆̔͋̉̊v̷̢͎̙̫̣̖̗̹̿͑̃e̴̟͇̔̀͐͘ ̶͕͆̿̿b̷̘̘̘̒̒e̵͚̻̮͗̂̂̾̃͋͊̚ę̸͚̘̮͚̔͌̍̾̒̑͝ͅn̶̜̹̟͈̯̓̇̇̈́̏ ̴̪̰͝w̶̠͆ͅă̷̢̻̯͑̋ȉ̵͉͚̟̱̜͕̫͓t̷̙̰̪̔̂͂͑̈́̇͌ȋ̶̛͓̱̻̱͚͍̳̳̅̓͑̊͒̕ǹ̶͙͓̫̥̥̋́g̸͎̠̩̤̟̒̇̄ ̵̢̧̘͖̇̾̌͐̀͜a̵̟̤̰̠̞͈̲̼̜̓̀͐̽̂͌ͅ ̸̛̙̩͖̩͇̮͎̓͑͋̍̏̐͝͠l̷̹̦͈͎̂̑̾́̌͠͝͠o̷̧̖̖̻̱̟͚̩̓̃͆̍̋͘̕͝n̵̳̦͌͒̋̆͒̏̿͒͘ǵ̵̢̛̦̳͇͎̲͉̠͘͜ ̸͙̔t̷̢̜͚̊͋̈́̃̓̾̔̈ĩ̴̧̨̛̩͖͚̠͘m̵̗͐͛͋͗̆̌ë̶͇̲̭̲͔́͌̾̿̌͠.̵̧̨͔̣̒̔͐̋͑̊̕͠"

Yao's voice, in comparison, was clear and resolute. "I will only say this once. Leave this realm and never return. I have no need for any games."

The Otsutsuki God's form rippled, stars being born and dying in the span of seconds across his ever-shifting visage. The space around him began to crack, revealing glimpses of Dimensions that even Yao had not seen before.

"T̶̻͍̓͝ḣ̵̜̫̀̒͝e̵̡̨̧͙͓̰̲͖̳͒͂̎̌͆̿̈́̔͘ͅṇ̸͎͊̃͊͛͋̈̊̒͘̚ ̷̡̻͚̞͇̤̓I̴̪͓͝ ̵͎̃͗͗̃̆̚͠s̸̘͉̟̳̭̎͂́̽̕͝ͅh̷͇͎̅̿͒͒͌͛͌ą̸̛͓͔̘̟̖́͒́̃́̊̕̕l̷̛̞̐͑̿̎̈͂͝l̸̡̥̲͖̀͆͆̀ ̸̣̠́͑̌̾́̐́̚͝w̸̯̼̞̺͉̮͈̙͇̓̚ȁ̵͔̝͍̺̦̺̲̈̌̽͂̆́̉̚͜͠i̸͓͔͕̬̅̏̕͝ť̵̨̮͙̫̥̩̲̈́̑̉̍ ̷̛͇̮̍̄̂̃̓͊̄f̶͕̅̾̀̑̋̽̒̈̍̌o̵̧̢̧̐̎͊̌͊̌̊ͅr̸̩͔͂̉̔̈́ ̸̧̞̐̓͛̔̇̀̊̆͝ͅy̸̙̪̹͛̏̄ò̵̖̳͔͙̲͖̬̬͎̝̅̎ŭ̸̗͚̤̟̥͙͓̗̾̉̄͑̾͝ ̶͍͈͐̂̾̉́̊t̴̼̬̱̯͙̽́ỏ̸͔̪̘̰̓͝ ̸̲͚̻̞̘͔̬̦̇̈̋̈́̅͛̓͋b̶̲̣̬̱̣͔̼̳͕͓̍̆̍̔̈̏e̵̱̓͑̀̆̋̍͛c̶͓͚̲̾̇̊͒̄̐̏̒̅͘o̷̧̧͍̭̦͖͕̯̅̿̋̾̈́̕͝m̴̢͍͎̙̲̯͉̆͂̐e̵̢̬͓͚͙̦̮̗͕͆̅̏̾̔͛͊͘ͅ ̸̨͍̜̥̔̒́ͅâ̷̛̫̘̤͉̌̆́ ̸̺̙͓͍̐͗̽͗̆̒̈́͒͆͒w̶̤͕̘̋̿͌͗͝ì̶̹͙͉̃̈́̇͆͌̽̈́̚ͅļ̵̢͍̤̱̥̪̠̺͐̐͆̉̿́͘l̸̖͔̠̔͜i̴͇͚̅͌͛n̶̪̉̆̔̓̈́͊̚g̵̮̗̦̥̦̤̋͊̒́̀̔͘ͅ ̶̩̗̯̝̈́̽͗͐̓͂͝p̵̨̨̡͙̯͇̙̜͇͒̋̒̋̿̃͜͝l̵͍̳̼͈̦̪̺̖̲̪̓́͂̉a̶̧̢̼̥̪̻͕̥̺̣̔̑̑͝y̷̪̾ḙ̷̬̪͙̺̗̻̜̦̉̽̌̊̆̂̔̅͂r̵̢̪̬͇͓̟̪̀̃̑̏̅̐͆͘ͅ.̴̢̛͖̞̭̬͉̪͉͉͐͌̋̽͝ͅ ̶̯̫̻̄̀̿́̐͂̚͘T̸̡̪̱̑̐͛͋̿̒͠͝h̶̛̦̘̠̯̱̲͍͚̰͖̓͛̍́̈́͠e̸͓̤̮̰̮̱̜̲͙̓̀̆̈́̿͜͝n̴̥̱̄̑ ̵͓̥̞͈̏̾̒̀͑̕̚̕͝ͅỉ̴̡͚̺̖͓̗̇͋̿͊͊̀̉͗͝t̶̡͖̜͚̱̳͉͎͍̓ͅ ̴̭̄̀ẘ̷̱̻̈́͊͋̈́i̵͖͍̣͖̮̞̇̽͌͗͊̐̈́̔̓͠ļ̴̟̻̦̲̠͕͚̗̖́̓̚l̷̯͔̩̦͕̗̂̆̽͘͘ ̵̢̙͔̬̣̻̩̦̯̏̔̈́͐̚͝b̷̺͖̞͇̹̍͐̎̐̀e̵̹̪̜̦͆̃̆̔ ̵̡̲̲̼͉̝̙̈́̇̚f̸̹͍̻̙̫̖̱̯͕͒̇͒̓̈̅̀̀̍̕ͅu̷͖̗̤͒n̴̺̼̾̅͜!̶͈͙̼̟̒̏̃̀͛̔̎̈͘"

Yao's Time Stone flared even brighter, its light forming intricate patterns in the air – a complex spell taking shape. "We'll see about that," she replied, her voice laden with power and determination.

As Yao prepared to engage this cosmic entity, she felt the most amount of Fate Energy she had ever witnessed, with it standing between the two of them with all of its power. 

To Yao's surprise, Shibai seemed to be able to observe it as well, with the world behind him beginning to fold in on itself.

"Ḽ̸͈̪͕̖̤͕̞̎͊̉͑̀̂̅́̕ó̵̡͉͕̞͕͇̻̘̭̹̠̗̜͒̓̾͗͆̋͒̑̎̐͠ơ̷̯͉͈͇̾̌͒̇̀͋ķ̸̡̦̗̫̹̟̬͚̭̤̕ś̴̨̢̧̨̩̰̻̗̣͔͇̳͖̖̞͚͈͊̀͐̓̆͗̓͑͐͛́̾͜͠͝ ̴̩̍l̶̡̛̦̝͓̭͈̺͉̰͎̺͍̈́̽̑͆͆͋̏́̈́͆̕̚͘ͅi̴̺̰̯̪̮͒̓̈́ķ̷̧̧̛͇͍̮̰̲̻̫̳͍͖̬͎̈̉͋͆̍̅̾̑̉̿̂̃͊̕͝e̷̟̗̥̭̰̼̗͊͆́̄̏̃̃͒̽̈́̚ͅ ̸̡̪̟̘͍͇͇̲̖̯̽̒̉͐̀̔̔̽̔̆͑̉͘͘͝͠t̷͉̟̩̺̻̍́̉̋̈́̔͛̈́̀̌̄̽͝h̷͇̔̎̆̀͒̈́̉̃̀̒͜͝e̷̢̡͚͚̱̭͓͓̭̘̰̙̤͛͜͝ͅͅ ̴̢̛̳̟̻̜̣̰̖̽͆̈̇̓͛̀̑̈̕̕͜͝ͅs̸̟͇̰̟͎̓̇̅̓̓͐͒͂͘͠t̶̢̎̈͊̎̽ą̶̨̡̟̜̜̖̮͖͙͍̼̣̯͖̦̰̘͗͗̾͒̕͝g̶̨̧̨͖̠͇̟̮̞̞̰̦̫̑̀̄̋͂̌̔̃̈́͜e̴̢̤̻̭͇̻͒̀̈̑̏ ̸̥̥̞̜̪̠̠͇̣̱͎̫͑̋̃̑̉̍͒̏͠i̷̛̥̻̤̭̼̮͖̖͒̀̈́̈́́̈́̋́͛́͑̒̉͠s̴̡̛̱̯̤̼͐̇̎̾̅͠ ̵͍͍̣̰͕̹̳̞̐ň̵̨̡̙̼̺̟̺̤̥̞͓̤̻̤̟͇͑́͆̓͛͂̊̎̈́o̸̹̼̺̥̰̲̦̍̓̓̇͑̽̆̈̆̌͜͝͠t̸̫́̃̊̉̈̎͝ ̶̛͚̫̺̼̤̄͐̐̉͊́͊̾͘͜s̸͙̤͉͎̭̣͔̰͚̀̀̿̀͆͗̾̊̈͋̅̂̀̀̋͋͐͌͝͝ě̸̢͎͈͈͈̹̯̦͍͍͖͎̖̺̩̦̳̑́ͅt̸̛̹̫͖͖̮͊͑͒̆̍̌̏̇͛̍̽͒́͒̕͘͜͠ ̸̡̧̧̨̺̫̲̭̟̥͈͓̆̃͌̈͌́͂̆͊͛̀͘͜͝͝y̴̼̐̇̓̋͋̈̾̐̎͊̒̆̌̊͘̚͘͜͝͝e̵̺̻̲̞̙͈͎̰̊́͆͝t̶̨͈̲͎̗̤̟̦̀̑͜͜ ̵̡͇͙͓̜̗̗͐̈͐e̵̬̹͎̬̱̞̮̤̜̫̩̼͔͔͓̦̩͓̟̝̿͊͋̀͋̊͑̍͌͆̒̾̓͂̐̀͝͝į̵̢̨̡̧̛̩̗̬̹̞̻̼̹̞̺̪̮͈̳̉̅̏̈̿̂͑̀̏̓̉̚ͅţ̸̛̩͍̺͓̰͖̩͉̽̇̆̈́̀̊̇̾̇͜͝ͅh̸̛̞̻̜̤̺̣̍̄͐̓̄͊̂͗͛̋͠͝ề̵̱̠̞̬̰͙̺̟̥̪͚̘̫̃̽̍̆͐͌̈́̀́̊̀͜͝r̶̩̹̒̔͒̓͆̀͒̊̑͊̃̌̈̈́͘̚͝͠͝.̶̤̖͎͓̦͉͔̭̔͑̾̅̅͆͌͘͜͝ ̸̥̗͓͔͖̠̦̻͈̒̎̀̅̾̎̀Ȯ̸̖̭̹̯̩̰̭̦͚̞͆͌͒̄̆̽͘͜͠h̷̳̻̝̖̩͇̉ͅ ̸̧̨̛͉͈͚̻̗̣̲̖͕͈̮͇͆̌́̓̈̈́̀͂̿̀͌̽̈́͊͘͠͠͝ẅ̸̬̭͍͕̳́́̍̀̒̒͆̊̓͛ȩ̶̨̧͕̖̥͇̗͇͕̙͚̩̜̇͊̌͜͜ͅl̴̨̬̣̥͖̭̳̠̳͎̹͍̮̳̝̂͊̍̀̉̑̊̎̿̍́̊͛̆͌̈́̈́̄͘͝ͅl̶̛̯͐͒̂̊̃̎̊̉̆̍̏̾͆̊̂̾̌̚͝,̴̧̼̬͈̤̲̥̺͓̄ ̷̨̞́̍̑̈́̒̐͝͠ẃ̶̨̳̙͇͕͍͖͖̺̭̘̳͉͖͖̞̦͑̾̿͛̄͂̊̀́́̒̑̀̕͘͠͝ḩ̸̧̺͔͈̱̗͓̩̫̭͙͐͒̈́̽̓̎͘͠ä̷̯̤̩̘̳̜̟̯̣́̀̀̌̎͒́́̏͌͆͋̆̚͠͝͠͠t̶̪̹͑̆'̵̡̙͔̱̭̲̹̱͈̦̮̳̦̯́͗͐͗͘s̷̰̦̖͇͓̆͊͑͠ ̵̡̛̭͕̯̰̤̖̼̖̝̼̪̥̱̱̂̀̈́̏̋͊͐̔̅̄̌̈́͆̉͗͋̀͐a̵̡̡̺͈͚̻̜̜̟̒͂̒̋̉̓̀̔͌͝͠n̷̖̺̂͒͆́̓̊͋̔̉͗̊̈́̕͘̕ơ̴̜̻̦̳͖͎̳̭̝͖̜͖͇͇̻̦͑͆̌̑̋̃͂̑̌͋̇̊͜͝͝͝ͅt̴̨̨̰̹̺͚̪̬̘̦̼̖̭͂͒̏͐̽̎̑͊̎̈́̏̚͠h̴͕̥͈̖͈̊̆̐̎̅͑͜͝e̶͚͋̈́r̴̡̛̛̰̲̓͛̑̊͆͗̈́̍̾̆̎̈̓͂́͑̚͝ ̵̡̛̛̛̳̱̯͔̠͔̥͖̗̙̯̳͔̲̠̻̦͔͍͛̆̌̃̊͂͒͛̈̄̂͗͌̾̀f̴̜͎̓ȅ̷̥͈̬̰͈͓̖͙͉̟̈́́͒̇̾̀̒̎͗̒͜͜͝w̸̢̩̹͌͑̈́̑̌̾̓͘ ̴̨̙̤̬̈̅͑d̶̨̈́̊͛̏̎̍̀̋̂̈́̌́͘͝ė̸̛̪͍͑̉͌̂͊̆͋̿̀̍c̶̰̦̳͔̈̊͗̈́͑͆̿̈́͘ą̶̢̫̻̦͈̳̤̖͉̠̏̎͐͌̓͌̊͝d̵̡̤̞̗̈́̎̿̎͗̔́͘͝ė̵͉͎̗̘͇̲̥̪̳̻͋͋̈̔̏s̵̛̯̰̼̫̗͎͕͛͋͌̂̂̀̔̋͌̅̍͊̏́͌͑̚͝.̵̡̡̢͉̬͚̯̟̗̣̹̙̖̥̦̝̙͂́̉̂͂̊̓͋̋̀͒͛̎̏̕͝"

The being then left, with it leaving no trace of him ever being there.

Yao simply sighed as she thought over Shibai's words, with her already tired from just dealing with all the implications this event would bring.