The void was silent.
Not peace.Not calm.Just the vacuum that follows death… and waits for more.
Ashed, standing still—expression unreadable beneath the hood—turned his head.
Then—he moved.
Without a word, without a glance, he threw his bone machete like a silent executioner's verdict.
Supreme, still high on arrogance, didn't even flinch.
"You think that'll—?"
SHRAK.
The machete didn't stop.
Didn't bend.
Didn't respect his barrier.
It tore through Supreme's right arm, slicing straight across the wrist and up the forearm, severing it at the elbow.
His arm hit the ground—dead weight.
The Orb of Dominance rolled, bouncing once, twice—And then—
The pressure vanished.
UltSans and Billy fell to their knees, finally able to breathe, the crushing force that had pinned them gone in an instant.
Ashed was already in motion.
He dashed forward, bones and blasters forming around him in a storm of death.
Supreme couldn't recover.
He was hit—again and again—blades and beams smashing into him, slicing, searing.
He was overwhelmed.
And behind them, something else finally broke.
Undying Breath: End of the Glitch
His form stuttered.
He twitched, twisted—His limbs phasing in and out, pixels peeling off his skin.
His bones cracked from inside, like the code holding him together had finally collapsed.
He tried to speak—But only static came out.
His eyes shattered, leaving black, melted sockets.
Then—He fell.
His body hit the void in silence.
And as he landed, he began to glitch harder, his form melting into red dust, fragmenting, dissolving like corrupted data.His final breath?A flicker of Chara, flickering one last time beside him.
Then both were gone.
No scream.
No flash.
Just erasure.
Deleted.
Ashed didn't look back.
His focus was one thing: Supreme.
He walked slowly now—retrieving the machete from the ground—and stood over him.
Supreme coughed, bleeding, magic sparking from his wounds.
"You… think this changes anything?"
CRACK.
Ashed lifted the machete—And brought it down.
Again.
And again.
Over and over.
He mutilated Supreme, hacking through flesh, bone, power, pride—Until Supreme was nothing but chunks, a pile of twitching gore.
In the distance, Billy ran, holding UltSans in his arms.
He leapt with impossible force, landing far from the chaos, ground shaking beneath his feet.
He set UltSans down.
UltSans didn't speak.
Didn't breathe.
He just stared back at the carnage—what was left of the battle.
Ashed stood over Supreme's shredded remains.
Panting.
He hesitated.
Not from exhaustion—But calculation.
There were five left.
And then—a black flame struck him in the back.
He staggered.
Took one step forward.
Then turned.
Abyss.
Silent.Staring.
Tentacles shifting behind him, leaking black rot.No words.Only intent.
Ashed spun the machete once in his right hand—his own form battered, but his resolve untouchable.
They locked eyes.
Then—They moved.
Ashed unleashed a wave of sharp bones, flying in curved arcs like teeth across the void.
Abyss countered with his tentacles, catching the bones, shattering them, slamming them down like discarded garbage.
Then—impact.
They met mid-air.
Bone vs. flesh.
Executioner vs. parasite.
Ashed swung—But Abyss didn't bleed.
The gore that made his form—pulsing with armor-like bones and spongy tissue—took the blows like mud, absorbing them.
Abyss grabbed Ashed mid-swing—And threw him like trash across the field.
Ashed vanished—teleport.
Appeared behind.
SWING.
A powerful arc.
A flash of red and purple energy blasted forward in a cutting beam, too fast to dodge.
Abyss' tentacles surged forward—too late.
The slash pierced them, severed limbs, and cut through Abyss himself.
For a moment—
Both halves of Abyss stood still, black ichor dripping from the wound.
Tentacles fell in a heap.
Then—He collapsed.
Both halves.
But he wasn't done.
His body began melting—
Becoming a sludge, reforming.
Abyss pulled himself together with desperate force.
But Ashed didn't wait.
Sharp bones erupted from below, stabbing upward—
But no effect.
Abyss was beyond feeling them.
Ashed changed tactics.
Six blasters formed in the sky, circling the melting parasite.
They fired—
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Each beam crashing into the reforming sludge.
Abyss writhed.
Struggled.
Tried to solidify—
But the blasts kept coming.
Until—
The mass stopped.
Sizzled.
Melted into nothing.
Abyss was dead.
Ashed lowered his arms.
His breath heavy.
His body shaking.
He turned.
Eyes hidden beneath the hood.
And counted.
Five left.
UltSans – broken, breathless
Billy – ready, but torn
A'malther – silent, unreadable
NM!UltSans – still motionless, still uncaring
D2V – somewhere, waiting
The void trembled.
Ashed stepped forward.
And now?
The endgame began.