Usually, when an entity of unfathomable power exists, it does not live as others do, no it just is. It does not conform to perception, it transcends it. And it does not seek understanding for it is understood only in mere fragments.
To try to comprehend such a being is akin to an ant attempting to measure the breadth of infinity with its legs, Like asking a shadow to define light, or a whisper to grasp the meaning of thunder. It is as meaningless as It is madness itself.
For how does one contain a concept?
How does one measure its essence?
Some forces are not made to be explained and they are not to be felt least you cease to exist, in the marrow of existence, in the brief, collapsing spaces between logic and myth.
Even time dares not touch them fully.
For if power were a language, then such an entity speaks it as its native tongue.
If existence had a ceiling, they pierce it and remake the heavens beyond.
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Dimensional perception itself is a boundary of the weak. A two-dimensional entity cannot fathom height, just as a third cannot feel the fourth, just as mortals cannot sense eternity,
and eternity cares little to be sensed.
A New God, they say, exists not just in space but as a weight upon it. Not just in time but as a rhythm that drums through it and to some extent are capable of living outside of it, unaffected by the flow of time and space.
These beings are expressions of reality's mechanics and rebellion. They are stories written into the spine of the cosmos itself.
And of them all, a few embodies this more perfectly than most. He who calls himself Darkseid, whose will molds omega energy like clay, who stares at the end of things and dares it to blink.
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A while back after the destruction of Darkseid's fleet, Toneri had sought to use Hyakkaisenyo to freeze time. A technique that has worked many a time but seems to fail when used against opponents of more prominent might.
The second time it was used had cost him quite a lot of chakra.
Upon its usage he had paid dearly nearly using 50 times the chakra usually required to freeze time.
In a scale alien to Earth, it would drain someone with Kyūbi level chakra after four times of use.
It was the kind of power that only those who embody divinity could recognize, could resist up to a point after being affected.
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Among the higher echelons of creation, gods feel one another.
The moment a being of transcendent scope flexes its true nature, concepts stir
One can sense the taste of another's power,
grasp its outline, feel its hunger.
They may not know what it is, but they know enough to worry of a new adversary.
Somewhere across the stars, the vast emerald light as it was elegant had engulfed not just the Solar System, but nearly a quarter of the Milky Way.
And on New Genesis, the winds of reaction howled through the sacred halls.
There, Highfather Izaya, garbed in celestial robes and gripping his divine staff, stared skyward. His ancient eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles of time upon his face deepened.
"Who…is this?"
The sky didn't answer. The Source whispered only in trembles. And whatever had spoken… was dangerously close to Uxas.
"Highfather?" came a firm voice.
Orion, son of Darkseid, stepped forward.
"What is it? Is it… him again?"
Izaya did not answer immediately.
He only raised his hand to silence the warriors gathering.
"He is close to the disturbance. That much I know."
"Then should we act? Has Darkseid violated the treaty again?"
Izaya closed his eyes.
"Not yet, my son. Not just yet…"
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In space a man sat on what could only be described as a technological throne.
His outfit includes circuit-like lines and metallic plates, suggesting advanced technology fused with celestial design.
His helmet is distinct covering the sides of his face with high-arched pieces, leaving his intense eyes and calm expression visible as he observed a phenomenon infront of him.
His eyes often glow subtly, reflecting his access to immense cosmic knowledge. He has a stern, contemplative face, marked by wisdom and detachment.
Seated upon the Mobius Chair, a technological marvel forged by the gods, Metron looks more like a cosmic sentinel than a warrior. The chair itself was levitating, radiating a faint glow of blue and white energy, and it's embedded with ancient glyphs, circuits, and control panels. Energy arcs lightly around it, suggesting that it was almost sentient and at any moment it could rip through time or space.
He watched the dance of neutron light and exotic decay without blinking as two stars collided in front of him.
His eyes shimmered with calculation and scenarios.
The throne hummed.
He turned. Slowly and precisely. Curiously.
And his breath halted as he felt it.
He could sense a new force pulsing Somewhere far away and from the trajectory it's in the milky-way galaxy, "interesting."
A boom tube portal formed before him, as he lost interest in the two colliding stars. His interest has been diverted to something far more interesting instead.
His throne moved inside the portal and closed behind him.
A second later, the stellar fusion released exotic matter where he had once occupied.
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And in the epicenter of the now-receding radiance where once an emerald wave drowned the solar system and a part of the galaxy.
it began coalesced.
The light folded back into a single, radiant orb the size of a planet, which then collapsed into the form of a lone figure.
There he floated.
His body hummed with power, He was wreathed in emerald chakra just like before in his TCM1, his form still ethereal but now it seemed more… tangible.
His new long robe shimmered like woven starlight, flowing as if underwater.
Magatamas orbited his collarbones and on the high collar of his robe. A single horn jutted from his forehead elegant and impossibly sharp as if it could pierce the space infront of its tip.
Behind him floated ten void black orbs not conjured, but born of him. The Gudōdama, now permanent satellites of his existence a common phenomenon to those who achieve the six path form or anything close to it.
Unlike when he fought Naruto, his chakra shifted to a more solid form as of wearing an actual robe of chakra. Tenseigan chakra mode 2 (TCM2) was much more refined, with a crystalline glow.
And far away… Darkseid stared at the emergency and for the first time the god of Apokolips felt…wary.
His lips moved and spoke a concept that seemed to fit the energy level he was feeling. A thought and A word.
"Endless…"
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