The arena was still screaming.
Reality hadn't finished repairing itself from the last exchange. Space folded in slow, nauseating ripples. Energy storms clawed at the boundaries. Apex-class Supernovas hovered midair, wounded, furious, terrified—some missing limbs, some missing concepts.
And at the center of it all—
Dioka checked the sky.
"…bro."
Guakulia tilted his head. "Yeah?"
Dioka squinted. The artificial sun above the arena flickered. The System timer—once a proud golden construct—was glitching, its numbers stuttering, skipping seconds like a dying heartbeat.
"…look at the time."
Guakulia followed his gaze.
Silence.
Then—
"Oh damn," Guakulia said. "You're right."
They looked at each other.
Both sighed.
"We gotta go, man," Dioka said casually, like they were late for class instead of standing in a shattered god-arena surrounded by Apex-tier monsters.
Guakulia cracked his knuckles. "Alright then."
He smiled.
"Let's wrap this up."
---
The System screamed.
[WARNING—ANOMALOUS INTENT DETECTED]
[REALITY STABILITY: CRITICAL]
[APEX ENTITIES—DO NOT ENGAGE—DO NOT—]
Too late.
Guakulia stepped forward—and the arena lost depth.
Apex Supernovas felt it instantly. Their sigils dulled. Their tracks unraveled. Power that once bent cities suddenly felt… heavy. Wrong. Like trying to breathe underwater.
Dioka snapped his fingers.
Not a blast.
Not an attack.
Just a decision.
The arena folded inward.
Apex entities were slammed into the ground by invisible vectors—gravity multiplied, inverted, rewritten. One was crushed into a singularity of his own kinetic output. Another phased—only to reappear fused halfway into the floor, screaming as his lane collapsed.
A third tried to ascend.
Guakulia looked at him.
"Sit."
The word hit like a law.
The Supernova dropped—hard.
Across the arena, god-tier spectators—avatars, projections, observers from other continents—froze in horror.
This wasn't combat.
This was dismissal.
Dioka walked forward, hands in his pockets, stepping over collapsed Apex bodies like obstacles on a sidewalk.
"You guys are strong," he said lightly. "Like… actually impressive."
He stopped.
"But this?"
He gestured around at the broken arena, the flickering sky, the screaming System.
"This is our stop."
He raised his hand.
The remaining Supernovas—every single one—were forced out of the arena. Ejected. Teleported. Erased from the space like corrupted files.
Only Dioka and Guakulia remained.
---
High above the planet—
The Intercontinental Global Surveillance Satellite locked on.
Governments watched.
Observers leaned in.
Supercomputers screamed as data poured in faster than causality could process.
Then—
The feed glitched.
Static ripped across every screen on Earth.
Audio warped. Visuals fragmented.
For one single frame—
Dioka looked directly into the satellite.
"…oops."
The signal exploded.
Not metaphorically.
The satellite shattered into white noise and fire, its systems burning out in a cascade of impossible data overflow. Other satellites tried to reroute—
—and died.
Across the world, observers stared at black screens.
Silence.
Panic.
---
Guakulia cracked his neck. "Yeah, that's gonna cause problems."
Dioka grinned. "Worth it."
They turned.
And ran.
---
The moment their feet hit the outer boundary—
The arena collapsed behind them like a dying star.
They burst into the city.
Glass exploded outward as they landed on a skyscraper, momentum bending steel beneath their feet. Alarms screamed. Traffic froze. Civilians looked up just in time to see two blurs of impossible motion tear across the skyline.
Behind them—
Containment units deployed.
Apex enforcement squads mobilized.
Drones, constructs, supernovas—everything launched at once.
And Dioka?
He laughed.
"Oh this part's my favorite."
Guakulia leapt off the building, running down the side like gravity was a suggestion.
The city became a battlefield.
A chase.
An urban nightmare.
Energy blasts tore through streets. Reality warped between alleyways. Entire blocks evacuated in seconds as the anomalies tore through infrastructure like living disasters.
And somewhere, deep within the System—
A new alert quietly appeared.
[ANOMALIES UNCONTAINED]
[STATUS: LOST]
[BEGINNING NEW EVENT…]
The the apex age had just spilled into the streets.
And it wasn't slowing down.