Beneath the blood-red sky, above a world flattened into an endless sea of rubble and ash, space itself distorted.
No Name stepped out from a dimensional tear, placing his feet upon empty air.
With the power of RGB now flowing absolutely through every cell of his body, his vision was no longer limited by distance or light.
He could see everything.
Every shattered atom, every life slipping away, every corner of the galaxy turning in silence.
From that height, he looked down. He saw his four pawns, now mentally broken.
Rare crying while embracing the earth she had destroyed, Arrow standing motionless within frozen time, Tora drenched in blood and despair, and Scyte tightly holding the lifeless body of the girl he loved.
No Name stared at them expressionlessly.
There was no pity.
No regret.
His human emotions had died long ago.
Yet he knew these pawns would still have their uses in the future.
He slowly raised his right hand, and then...
CLICK.
A single finger snap echoed beyond the laws of reality.
Instantly, the bodies of Scyte, Tora, Arrow, Rare, along with Mika's corpse in Scyte's arms, became encased within transparent dimensional cubes that isolated their space and time.
In the blink of an eye, they were teleported into an extremely secure void, a dormant dimension where they would remain unaware of everything that followed.
Once they were safe, No Name's smile slowly returned.
A smile that would bring an end to everything.
BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!
The true apocalypse began. Not merely Earth, but the entire universe itself.
By his will alone, stars across countless galaxies began expanding uncontrollably, devouring nearby planets before erupting into blinding supernovas.
Gigantic black holes throughout the cosmos moved wildly and without order, consuming light, meteors, and the remains of solar systems.
Cosmic explosions collided endlessly, destroying the very foundations of space and time.
Within seconds... everything stopped.
Light, darkness, sound, and matter... all of it was erased. The vast universe had now become white. Absolute emptiness without end.
No Name floated alone within that endless white void. There was nothing there except himself. The supreme entity who now held complete dominion over creation.
Slowly, his hands began to move, pulling new threads of reality from within his own chest.
He would never recreate the same world again. He hated his old world, and so he would weave an entirely new order. An absolute order under his control alone.
He condensed cosmic energy within his hands, creating new life, new oceans, new lands. But this time, he did not create billions of galaxies. He did not create suns or other planets.
He created only one object.
Earth.
A colossal Earth that became the only celestial body within that endless white canvas.
There were no stars.
No moon.
Now, Earth itself had become the core, the source of energy, and the center of the universe.
No Name slowly descended, landing upon the untouched and sacred land of his new world.
He had now become the God of everything.
The God of Change.