The city of Shupa burned with celebration.
Not fire—but energy.
Every street pulsed with color, music, and movement. Floating lanterns drifted above crowds. Half-dancers spun through open stages while rappers dueled in rhythmic bursts that physically shook the air.
It wasn't a festival.
It was a declaration of existence.
The Festival of Power had begun.
And with it—
the gathering of the Ten Kings.
Each one said to possess strength capable of rivaling entire universes.
Jhonathan stepped through the main gate with his party.
For once, the world felt almost… light.
Too light.
Like it was pretending nothing terrible had ever happened.
Ralph and the others immediately got distracted.
"Dragon tail kebabs??"
"Bro this smells illegal in three dimensions—"
Within seconds, half the group vanished into food stalls like their survival instincts had been replaced with hunger.
Only Mark Angelo stayed beside Jhonathan.
Silent.
Observing.
Unusually serious for once.
Jhonathan looked around the city.
Bright lights.
Laughing crowds.
Music shaking buildings.
And yet—
something about it felt unstable.
Like reality was being held together loosely, ready to snap if someone breathed wrong.
Then—
he saw it.
A vision.
Not from outside.
From inside his perception.
A man stood in a broken world.
No name.
No defined shape.
Just a presence that rejected everything around him.
Reality bent away from him like it refused to acknowledge he existed.
A voice—fractured, dying—echoed in Jhonathan's mind.
"…an overpowered man… the power to reject reality… he raids this town today…"
"I only made a small scratch on him…"
Static.
"…I… w…ll… k…l… ver… k…ng…"
Then silence.
Jhonathan's eyes narrowed.
"…That's not a warning."
"…That's a prophecy breaking."
The ground trembled.
A pressure dropped over the entire city.
The festival music stopped mid-note.
Crowds froze.
Even light itself seemed to hesitate.
At the gates of Shupa—
something arrived.
A Goliath-like figure.
Massive.
Malformed.
Its body looked like it had been rewritten too many times by forces trying to define it.
Reality around it flickered—sometimes it existed fully, sometimes partially erased.
It smiled.
And pointed directly at Jhonathan.
No words were spoken.
They weren't needed.
Mark Angelo exhaled slowly.
"…So it's here."
Jhonathan stepped forward.
His voice was calm.
"…Yeah."
Then he cracked his neck slightly.
"…I see it."
The Goliath took one step forward.
And the city of Shupa stopped pretending it was a festival anymor