The sky didn't just crack—
It opened.
A wound spread across the heavens, tearing the blue apart. From within it, darkness poured down like liquid night, swallowing light, bending sound, devouring everything it touched.
Akimo stood beneath it, unmoving.
The air around him warped.
Space itself… trembled.
"…So it finally shows itself."
His voice was calm.
But his heartbeat wasn't.
It thundered inside his chest, each pulse heavier than the last.
The thing above him shifted.
It didn't descend normally.
It leaked into reality.
At first, it was only a shadow.
Then—
A shape.
Too large.
Too wrong.
Its form refused to stay still—limbs appearing and disappearing, angles bending in impossible directions. Eyes flickered across its surface, opening and closing at random, each one staring directly at him.
Not at the world.
Not at the city.
Only at him.
Akimo's breath caught.
"…The Void."
The word tasted cold.
The creature paused mid-descent.
As if it had heard him.
Then—
Everything stopped.
Not like before.
Not time.
Not motion.
This was something deeper.
Reality itself held its breath.
Akimo felt it instantly.
Pressure.
Crushing.
Invisible hands tightening around his body, squeezing his lungs, slowing his blood.
His knees buckled.
But he didn't fall.
"…Not… this time."
Blue and red light flared within his eyes.
The Eclipse.
Power surged through him, violent and unstable.
It burned.
Like his veins were being rewritten.
Like his body wasn't meant to hold it.
"GHH—!"
He clenched his fists.
The ground beneath him shattered.
But the pressure didn't disappear.
It pushed back.
Harder.
The Void moved.
Not with speed.
Not with force.
But with inevitability.
A limb—if it could even be called that—extended from its shifting body.
It didn't swing.
It didn't strike.
It erased.
Everything it touched vanished.
Air.
Light.
Space.
Gone.
Akimo's instincts screamed.
He moved.
💥
The world distorted around him as he vanished from his position, reappearing several meters away.
The ground where he had stood—
Was gone.
Not destroyed.
Not broken.
Gone.
"…So that's your power."
Akimo steadied his breath.
His eyes locked onto the creature.
Erase.
Absolute.
"…Then let's see whose existence breaks first."
The Void responded.
Its entire form pulsed.
And suddenly—
The world fractured.
Multiple images of the same space overlapped.
Different positions.
Different angles.
Different outcomes.
Akimo saw them all.
Timelines.
"…Eclipse Vision…"
His pupils narrowed.
The glowing light intensified.
He saw it.
Every possible movement.
Every possible attack.
Every possible death.
One where he dodged too late.
One where he attacked too early.
One where he hesitated—
And vanished.
"…Not happening."
He stepped forward.
The Void attacked.
Reality bent.
Space twisted.
The erasing limb struck again—
Akimo moved before it happened.
He slipped through the impossible angle, his body barely grazing the edge of annihilation.
His hand shot forward—
And touched the Void.
For a split second—
Everything went silent.
Then—
💥 IMPACT
A shockwave exploded outward.
Blue and red energy clashed against the darkness, distorting the air in violent spirals.
The Void recoiled.
Not much.
Not visibly.
But enough.
"…You can be touched."
Akimo's voice dropped.
Calm.
Certain.
"That means…"
His eyes glowed brighter.
"…you can be destroyed."
The creature reacted instantly.
Its body split.
Not into pieces—
Into more of itself.
Three.
Then five.
Then ten.
Each one identical.
Each one staring.
Akimo's breath slowed.
"…Of course."
More timelines flooded his vision.
More deaths.
More endings.
"…Then I just need the right one."
He closed his eyes.
Just for a moment.
And let the visions flow.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Millions.
Every possibility.
Every failure.
Every success.
Until—
He found it.
A single path.
His eyes snapped open.
"…There."
Everything slowed.
Not time.
His perception.
He moved.
💥
Through impossible angles.
Through collapsing space.
Through attacks that hadn't even happened yet.
Each step precise.
Each movement calculated.
The Voids attacked together.
Erasure from every direction.
But Akimo—
Was already past them.
He appeared directly in front of the original.
His hand rose.
Energy gathered.
Unstable.
Violent.
"…Eclipse."
For a moment—
The world dimmed.
Light and darkness merged in his palm.
"…Collapse."
💥 DETONATION
The attack didn't explode outward.
It imploded.
Space folded inward, dragging everything with it.
The Void screamed—
Not in sound.
But in distortion.
Its body fractured.
Cracks spread across its form—
The same way the sky had cracked.
And then—
It shattered.
Gone.
The copies vanished instantly.
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Empty.
Akimo stood alone.
Breathing hard.
His body trembled.
His vision blurred.
The power inside him flickered—unstable, dangerous.
"…So this is the cost…"
His knees almost gave in.
But he forced himself to stand.
Above him—
The sky was still broken.
And the crack…
Was growing.
Slowly.
Relentlessly.
"…That wasn't the only one."
Akimo looked up.
Beyond the fracture—
Something moved.
Not one.
Not ten.
But countless.
Watching.
Waiting.
His lips curved slightly.
Not in fear.
But in understanding.
"…Good."
His eyes glowed once more.
"Come."