Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Nihlus IV
Aiden and Nihlus stood at the precipice of war, their powers clashing against the unnatural presence that had emerged from the Rift.

Vael’Zyr’s shifting form loomed before them, a cosmic anomaly that defied understanding.

And behind it—

The Rift widened, spilling forth entities that should not exist.

Figures warped and fractured, their shapes never staying the same for more than a moment.

Not monsters.

Not beings.

Something beyond both.

Aiden’s golden flames blazed brighter, his fists tightening as he stared at the abominations stepping into his world.

“We built this place from nothing.”

“And I’ll be damned if I let you take it from us.”

Nihlus’s void energy coiled around him like a living storm.

“They do not belong here.”

“They never should have been.”

Vael’Zyr’s form flickered, its presence stretching across countless realities at once.

Then it spoke.

Not in sound.

Not in thought.

But in absolute truth.

“You believe you created this world.”

“But all creation is simply an echo of what has already been.”

Aiden’s eyes narrowed.

And then—Vael’Zyr moved.

The Clash of Titans

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Aiden barely had time to react before the entity’s hand was upon him.

No, not a hand.

A concept.

Something that existed only in possibility—yet struck with undeniable force.

—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!

Aiden’s body bent space itself, sent hurtling across the battlefield like a meteor.

But before he could even hit the ground—

Nihlus was already moving.

Void tendrils lashed out, their very existence unraveling reality around them.

They grasped Vael’Zyr, pulling, constricting—

Trying to force it into a single reality.

But it didn’t work.

Vael’Zyr simply was.

It didn’t resist.

Because it had never needed to.

With a flicker—

The entity unmade the bindings, its form splitting across infinite possibilities.

“Your power is borrowed.”

“Your knowledge is incomplete.”

“You wield forces you barely comprehend.”

Aiden gritted his teeth, his golden flames surging as he twisted in the air.

With a roar—he countered.

—𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏—!

His sword manifested, radiant with the very essence of creation.

A single strike, cutting through possibility itself—

Slashing straight through Vael’Zyr’s shifting form.

For the first time—it reacted.

Not in pain.

But in acknowledgment.

“Ah.”

“So you do understand, after all.”

The First of Many Wars

The battle raged on, Aiden and Nihlus fighting against something that should have never existed.

Every clash reshaped the world, cracks forming in reality as their powers collided with the unknown.

And then—

Something changed.

From the Rift—a new presence emerged.

Unlike the others.

Unlike Vael’Zyr.

A figure shrouded in chains, bound by concepts even Aiden and Nihlus couldn’t decipher.

But its eyes—

They were filled with something Vael’Zyr lacked.

Hatred.

Vael’Zyr turned to it, its voice resonating through existence.

“Ah. I was wondering when you would come.”

The chained entity stepped forward.

And for the first time—Vael’Zyr was not the greatest threat.

Aiden and Nihlus braced themselves.

The battlefield twisted, reality warping and unraveling as the new entity emerged from the Rift.

Unlike Vael’Zyr, which constantly flickered between shapes and forms, this figure was bound in chains.

Massive black iron bindings, wrapped around its limbs, its body, even its very existence.

They weren’t physical.

They weren’t even conceptual.

They were something deeper.

Something forged to hold a being that should have never been free.

And yet—

It was here now.

The One Who Was Bound

Aiden’s instincts screamed.

This wasn’t like Vael’Zyr.

Vael’Zyr was an anomaly, a mistake in existence, something that did not belong.

But this one—

It did belong.

Or rather, it had once belonged.

And something had tried desperately to erase it.

But failed.

Nihlus took a slow step forward, void energy curling around his fingers.

His voice was low, calculating.

“Who are you?”

The figure’s glowing silver eyes turned toward him.

It did not speak.

It did not have to.

A name etched itself into their minds, spoken without words, burned into reality itself.

“I am Ordis.”

Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.

That name…

Why does it feel like I should know it?

The Broken Chains

Vael’Zyr’s ever-shifting form flickered, turning toward Ordis.

It did not attack.

It did not move.

Instead—

It spoke.

“You were erased.”

“You should not be.”

“Yet here you stand.”

Ordis’s glowing silver gaze narrowed.

And for the first time—Aiden saw it.

Rage.

“You speak as if you understand what you are.”

“But you do not.”

“And that is why you will fall.”

The chains around his body shook, energy crackling through them.

And then—

One snapped.

The air shattered.

Aiden felt it before he saw it.

Something ancient.

Something unstoppable.

A force that had been held back for longer than time itself.

And now—

It was free.

The Collapse of the Rift

—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!

Ordis moved.

A single step—

And Vael’Zyr reacted.

For the first time—

It defended.

The battlefield exploded as the two forces clashed, raw power tearing through existence.

Aiden and Nihlus were forced back, their bodies barely holding together as the sheer force of the impact ripped apart the land beneath them.

“This… this is insane.” Aiden gritted his teeth, his golden aura flaring to shield himself.

“What the hell is Ordis?!”

Nihlus didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t know.

But one thing was clear—

Vael’Zyr was no longer the greatest enemy here.

And if Ordis kept breaking his chains…

Then this world—

Would not survive.

Ordis’s presence warped reality, the sheer force of his being pressing down on the battlefield like an immutable truth.

The broken chain hung in the air, its shattered remnants crackling with energy beyond mortal comprehension.

And yet—

It was only one chain.

Aiden’s heartbeat thundered in his ears.

This wasn’t just power.

It was something deeper.

Something that had been caged, sealed, and forgotten for a reason.

Nihlus, usually composed, was unnaturally silent, his void energy writhing around him like a living storm.

He wasn’t just watching.

He was calculating.

“If another chain breaks…” Nihlus murmured, voice edged with something Aiden had never heard before.

“We won’t be fighting anymore.”

Aiden’s grip tightened around his sword.

“Then we stop him now.”